hulaherron

[hulaherron]

sorry for the lack of imagines lately! i’ve been caught up with the fall musical and school and college apps :( new post will be out soon i promise!

[hulaherron]

i’m dead. i need a daniel 😭

How Daniel kisses you...

Warnings: None. However, you are liable to become incredibly soft reading this.

a/n: I’m not entirely sure how to classify this one. Thank you so so much to the anons who requested it and helped me with ideas for it! You guys are the real MVPs. Also, can I just point out: two things in less than 24 hours, and I got some homework done. Today was a victory, my friends. Hope you like this one!

The majority of your guys’ kisses are just sweet little pecks on the lips or on the tip of the nose that send warm tingles crackling through your body. They happen in the morning while you guys are making breakfast together, moving around each other in the kitchen as you make toast and eggs and pour orange juice. They happen throughout the day in the middle of conversations where one of you says something that makes the other stop in their tracks and just think God I love you. These kisses are the byproduct of being in each other’s presence, letting each other know you care, that you love each other, that you’ll always be there.

But there are lots of other kisses, too.

Keep reading

[hulaherron]

i’m 100% shook i didn’t see that i was tagged at first but WOW i was tagged 😭 thank you!

who are other wdw imagine writers that you’d reccomend?? i love your imagines btw!! I’ve reread some of them a few times hehe (you got me hooked 😘)

I gotchu! (in no particular order) I am sorry in advance if I forgot anyone! I still love you, I promise!

@poutyavery @lovableherron @blueeyedbesson @corbynscabbitch @choosecorbyn @captaincorbyn @hulaherron @wdwimagine @aestheticseavey1998 @imkindareallyinlove @seductiveseavey @heyowdw @hookedonseavey @happyseavey @alwaysmarais98 @sweetlyseavey @almostavery @dylanspetbitch @wdwimaginesyay @scenteddanielseavey @electricseavey @animegirl266 @why-dont-we-imagines @jackaverx @averysgarl @kodieoirskott @nightsspentthinking @averyonelovesjack @noodles-send-n00ds @whydontwe-fanfics @maraiseavey @youngbloodseavey @bravebesson @daddyyjack @majesticmarais

[hulaherron]

i’m glad i was tagged bc i am indeed shook

um soft zach concept based on the ask i sent in to @lovableherron (from my main) ab disneyland zach.

(really had to look up a map to complete this bc it’s been years since i went but i wanT THIS)

(( also i haven’t written in ages i hope y’all like this. sorry for the bad spelling i got excited.))

Okay, so like,, dating zach and you all go to disneyland bc you’ve aLWAYS wanted to go.

• the guys have time off and want to do something so ofc you suggest disneyland

• zach is thrilled bc you’re his girl and he gets to treat you to a disney trip

• ofc the girls come, so jack and corbyn have their ladies and it’s cUTE

• um jonah and daniel pair up srry boys but the couples proBABLY split off at some point

• it starts off you all enter the park as a group and go to a few attractions near the front that everybody agrees on

• use the map. you have it and you’ve already circled the places you want to go with zach to be cute and kiss face

• so once you guys hit the end of main street you all decide who wans to go where and split off

• i see jonah and daniel disappearing to adventureland tbh, and corbyn and christina and jack and gabbie going to like tomorrowland

• you drag zach to first go buy matching mickey and minnie hats (with the name stitching on the back!!)

• most likely you buy some hoodies and you try to convince zach to buy a disney letterman jacket (he looks so good in them @ zach pls)

• NEXT STOP FANTASYLAND

�� time for your princess fairytale moments with zach oKAY

• naturally you have to go through sleeping beauty’s castle and zach holds you hand and imagine his smile looking at you thrilled at everything

• you drag him to the it’s a small world ride just for the meme and you both make fun of it to each other the ENTIRE time

• you go through a ton of the attractions there and then end that section with the canal boats where you lean into him and he has one arm wrapped around you

• he probably kisses your hair and as you guys cuddle up there you share cute chaste kisses

• you meet princesses!! Zach just has the cutest most fond smile on his face watching you interact and get photos

• pics in front of the castle like reverse prom pose and him picking you up in his arms and twirling you

• next up he absolutely wants to go on faster rides so you head to tomorrowland so he can drag you on space mountain and then you both pretend to be jedis in the star wars attraction

• ofc you hit up adventureland and frontierland, you get to go to the tiki room (my fave ngl) and meet peter pan and you tell zach y’all should be wendy and peter pan someday for halloween bc couple gOALS

• you both race each other to splash mountain bc he wants to see you wet 👀 hmm. it’s fun and you make sure you have plenty of time to dry off on other rides before the parade

• UM THE EVENING PARADE WOW. It’s obv later and a little darker and you and zach have your mickey/minnie ears and hoodies (you probs having stolen the letterman already lbr)

• you meet up with the rest of the group for the final walkthrough and parade

• zach holding you close as you watch the parade, kissing softly at your neck or the side of your face / cheek. he kisses your head as you lean back into him and he wraps his arms around you from behind.

• THE PRINCESSES WAVE AT YOU AND YOU WAVE BACK AND ZACH IS JUST GRINNING (he’s your prince charming guys)

• zach whispering that you’re always his damn queen and how much he loves you this boy can be sOFT AF

• all the lights are beautiful and you get some really good candids of zach in the lighting and how beautiful he is (you post it on snap and insta later to thank him and gush over how lucky you are)

• one of the guys gets some really cute couple pics okay like lbr you all play photographer for each other at that point to remember your trip

• leaving would be sad but you’re so tired and zach is so cuddly and warm. in the car on the drive back to the hotel you lean against him in the back and he holds you so so close, whispering about how wonderful the day was and how much he loves you

• you probably fall asleep on him tbh. he carries you out of the car and you wake up to him carrying you into the hotel

• you walk once you’re up but he’s more than willing to treat you that day bc you’re his qUEEN.

• bye i’m sad and soft and i need boyfriend!Zach to come swoop me

(Tagging some of y’all that i want shook and those i adore)

@lovableherron @loveablejonah @zaddydaniel @corbynscabbitch @choosecorbyn @majesticmarais @happyseavey @hulaherron

[hulaherron]

Consequences (J.M)

Jonah hasn’t been around, and you realize that your love has consequences. Based off ‘Consequences’ by Camila Cabello

Words: 1,010

Warning(s): Mad angst, alcoholism, some violence, swearing.

A/N: I feel like I always write Jonah off as a bad boyfriend, but I really don’t mean to! I just can’t picture any of the other boys in this imagine.

It was nearly 3 in the morning. You didn’t know why you bothered staying up, as you knew Jonah wouldn’t return until the sun had risen. After all, that’s how it had been going for the past three months of your relationship. He would come home smelling of alcohol and cheap perfume, always yelling at you for no reason before blacking out on the kitchen floor. But no matter how bad it got for you, you stayed. You stayed because he always came back to you, no matter how drunk or sick he was. He always returned.

You sat on the couch, staring at the black TV screen. Your eyes were red and puffy, tears still streaming down your cheeks. Old tissues were scattered around you, the now empty box tossed aside. Your stomach gurgled, begging you to eat anything. But you simply ignored it, continuing to just sit there. You harshly wiped the tears from your cheeks before forcing yourself to stand up, collecting all the garbage that surrounded you. Jonah hates when the apartment is messy. You carefully tidied your home, making sure that every surface was spotless. 

You grabbed your phone and slipped it in your pocket before grabbing your duffel bag and gathering as many of your things as you could remember. You robotically folded your clothes and placed them in the bag, then packed your makeup bag and your favorite shampoo. You forced yourself to pick your favorite three photos from the house and carefully set them with your things before zipping the bag. 

You picked up the bag before looking around the house. You ran your fingers over Jonah’s guitar, which had been gathering dust. All the memories came rushing back as you did so, causing a new wave of tears to roll over your skin. 

“It was absolutely beautiful, baby,” you giggled as Jonah finished playing a song he had written. You pulled him into the bed with you, carefully kissing his lips. He would be going on tour soon, and it was your last few nights to cherish his warmth. This was your safe space; where you could say anything without being judged or hated. Jonah was your sunshine, filling you with warmth and love. He was yours, and you loved him.

That was way before Jonah started drinking, when you had no worries about your relationship. You had imagined that you would be like that forever, yet time had proved you wrong. You tore your eyes away from the old guitar and immediately focused on the teddy bear on the couch. 

You let out a tiny scream as Jonah swept you off your feet, both of you laughing wildly. He had decided to take you to the carnival, one of your favorite events of the year. The two of you had spent the evening playing silly games and eating various sweets. Everything about the night felt magical, as if nothing could go wrong. 

“Another drink, Y/N?” He asked you, pointing to a concession stand. You shook your head and watched as he walked up to buy yet another alcoholic drink. You were quite surprised to see that there wasn’t any drinking limits set, but at that point, Jonah had barely had anything. He returned to your side quickly, taking your hand in his and leading you to the infamous ring toss booth. 

“Hold this?” He asked you, holding out his beer can. You took it from him and grinned as he pulled out two dollars, receiving six rings in return.

“Go Jo Jo!” You cheered playfully, sipping his drink.You weren’t crazy about beer, but drank from time to time on special occasions. You watched as he easily flicked four of the six rings onto the bottle necks, the other two clattering on the floor. The bystanders applauded him happily, the man running the booth congratulating him and handing him a fluffy brown teddy bear. Jonah turned around, holding it out to you.

“For you, m’lady,” he said jokingly as you traded his beer for the stuffed animal. You grinned and pecked his cheek gently. 

“Thank you. I love you Jonah.”

You wished that you could take the happy bear with you, but it wasn’t yours to keep. You sighed and shifted your glance to the small flower vase sitting on the coffee table. It looked nearly perfect from a distance, but when you got closer, you could easily see how the two halves were glued together. 

“Jonah, please!” You shouted at your boyfriend, tears filling your eyes. Jonah was fuming, but you didn’t know why. He had come home late again, still drinking a beer from whatever party he was at. All you had wanted to do was go to bed. 

“Shut up, Y/N! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He screamed, grabbing the tiny purple vase off the coffee table. “You’re such a little bitch sometimes, you know that? You’re constantly complaining about whatever I do!” He whipped the vase at you, the ceramic cracking in half on the door frame behind you. Silence fell over the apartment as Jonah quickly sobered up. You collapsed to your knees, bawling into your hands. “Oh fuck. Y/N.” 

That night had ended in apologies and cuddles, Jonah swearing that he would never hurt you. He promised that he wouldn’t drink as much as he had been, and you had believed him. Once again, you had been proven horribly wrong. Finally, you walked into the kitchen, eyeing the dirty glasses in the sink. You had been nagging Jonah all weekend to clean up after himself, only to be met with a grunt and a door slam. An empty whiskey bottle sat on the counter, the only item out of place in the entire apartment. You stared at it for a long time before backing away, grabbing a post-it note from the drawer and scribbling a note for Jonah.

  Jonah—

Loving you has consequences.

— Y/N

[hulaherron]

Hello I saw that you were doing ships (I hope your still doing them) but I am 5’9 with short black hair, blue/Gray/Green eyes and very pale skin, I love to paint and go on adventures. I’m not really into the dress and high heels. I’m more into skinny jeans and band shirts. I am the most sarcastic person you will ever meet also the most kind hearted. I really love the idea of space... so yeah also sorry that it was all over the place

Hey! I ship you with Corbyn :) the two of you would always share random facts about space with each other, making the other boys roll their eyes. He would always plan the simplest dates for the two of you, but it would be just as romantic as a night on the town. The two of you would often just lay down in an empty field and stare at the sky together, simply enjoying one another’s company.

[hulaherron]

Hiii! Idk if you’re still doing ships but if you are! I’m Cat, I’m 5’5” w/ brown hair w/ blonde highlights (soon to be strawberry blonde) and blue eyes. I’m a music major and I love singing, I love to explore and adventure and horseback riding. I write poetry and I’m comfortable in high heels and lipstick and also lost in nature. I love bands and always go to concerts if I have money for tix, I buy a lot of merch. Anyways ily and your blog!!! 💕💕💕

Oooh!! I ship you with Jack, fo sho! The two of you would be the adventurous couple, always taking road trips either to go to a concert or just to visit places neither of you have been. While you go to class, Jack would send you cute texts and tiny voice memos of him singing. But on the weekends, Jack would plan the fanciest dates just so he could see you get all dolled up. 

[hulaherron]

Hoodies and Hickeys (C.B)

Corbyn finds you in one of his sweatshirts and he likes what he sees. 

Words: 834

Warning(s): It gets lowkey smutty but it’s only implied

You shuffled into the eerily quiet house, carefully slipping off your shoes and setting them on the rug by the door. It was nearly three in the afternoon and Corbyn had invited you over, yet no one seemed to be around. It was strange to be all alone in the big house and, frankly, you didn’t know what to do. You set your purse on the kitchen island before beginning to wander the house.

After searching all the bedrooms, the family room, and outside, it was clear that the boys were out. You sighed and returned to Corbyn’s room, grabbing one of his sweatshirts from the closet and pulling it on. The soft fabric fell past your shorts and hovered around mid-thigh. It smelled strongly of Corbyn’s cologne and his hair product, making you grin. You went back downstairs and plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV for background noise as you began to scroll through your Instagram feed mindlessly. You slowly zoned out, not noticing the door opening and someone coming inside.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” Corbyn greeted you as he flipped over the couch, startling you. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek, immediately wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you got here, I was- wait, is that my hoodie?” Your face turned a bright red as he noticed, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Damn, you look good in it.”

“Stop,” you groaned, shoving your face into his shoulder. Corbyn stood up, pulling you to your feet as well. He stepped back to admire you, his eyes glazing over your body as he bit his bottom lip. He spun you around before sitting down again, quickly snapping a picture of you as you stood in front of him. “Corbyn,” you whined as you sat down on his lap, his legs between yours. Corbyn began to kiss you passionately, making you sigh contently. He easily flipped the two of you so that you were lying beneath him, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“God, you’re so perfect,”  he mumbled against your lips, making you smile. He kissed you on your lips once more before trailing gentle kisses down your jaw and to your neck. He began to suck on your sweet spot, making you moan quietly. Corbyn scattered hickeys across your neck and collarbone. He finally made his way back to your lips, beginning to kiss you again. “Do you wanna go upstairs?” He asked you in-between kisses. You nodded quickly, making Corbyn grin. He easily picked you up and carried you upstairs, setting you on his bed before continuing.

Things heated up easily, your clothes going flying across the room. The air smelled like sweat and was filled with the sound of yours and Corbyn’s moans. The two of you went at it like rabbits, round after round until neither of you were physically able to continue.

You ended up a naked, sweaty mess under Corbyn’s covers, cuddling contently. “That was,” Corbyn began, chuckling softly, “That was fucking amazing.” You laughed, kissing his collarbone. You let your eyes flutter shut, the wave of exhaustion hitting you.

“It really, really was,” you replied. “What time do the boys come home?” Corbyn glanced at his watch before replying.

“Probably an hour or so. They’re bringing pizza.” The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying one another. After a good half-hour, you slowly pulled yourself out of his arms, making Corbyn whine. He held out his arms, a needy frown on his face. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips before grabbing one of Corbyn’s t-shirts off the floor and slipping it on. You made your way into the bathroom only to let out a shriek. Corbyn was quick to his feet, sliding on a pair of boxers before running into the bathroom, only to find you examining your neck.

“You!” You shouted, turning on your heels and jabbing his chest with your finger. “I told you to ease up! God, the boys are  never going to shut up about this.” Corbyn chuckled as you turned back to the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist. You groaned and leaned back against him, frowning. “I hate you.”

“Maybe I can change that,” he murmured in your ear before trailing kisses down your neck. Your eyes closed and your lips parted, bliss washing over you as he began to create new marks on your skin. He got one done before you jerked back into reality, pulling away from him.

“Corbyn!” You huffed, “you’re not helping.” He held out his arms for a hug, an apologetic smile on his face. Of course, you couldn’t say no to those big, beautiful eyes, so you easily fell into him.

“You know, I thought you looked pretty damn good in my hoodie, but now I know that you look even sexier covered in hickeys.”

“Corbyn!”

[hulaherron]

if you’re still doing the moodboard thing my names victoria but you can do vick if it’s too long😂

I’ll do victoria!

A playlist for the young dumb and in love

Viral by James Graham

I Choose You by Andy Grammer

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Taking You by WDW

Only Exception by Paramore

Red Lights by Tiesto

I Do It All For You by SoMo

A.M. by One Direction

[hulaherron]

Hey if u still do ships can i get one please, I’m about 5’1, with honey brown hair that stops above my shoulders and i like to keep it in a pony tail mostly. I love snowboarding in the winter and skateboarding in the summer, I like 2 read too. I’m not grate at sports but i like to Play them anyways, especially soccer and volleyball. i’m really outgoing and I have kind of a dirty mind Lol

hmmm... I ship you with Jack! Jack would love to rest his arm on your head jokingly bc you’re so tiny and cute (lol i’m the same height tho ayy) and he’d love to go skateboarding with you. he’d show you off to all the boys after a soccer game, even if you were benched the entire time. the two of you would crack naughty jokes 24/7, making all the boys roll their eyes

[hulaherron]

Held By Me (J.M)

Y/N can’t fall asleep due to the thunderstorm outside, so she calls Jonah for comfort. Based off Held By Me by The Vamps. 

Words: 804

Ever since you were a little kid, you hated thunderstorms. You hated the loud booms, the bright flashes of light, and the heavy rain that crashed against your old house. Nothing good ever came from thunderstorms, and no one could convince you otherwise. Most of the time, you always had someone to comfort you during the long stormy nights, but tonight you were alone. 

You and Jonah had flown to Minnesota to visit your families, but they lived across town and neither mother would allow their child out into the wild storm. So you had spent all day just texting each other, one of your longest times apart in quite a few months. Now, you laid in a cold bed all alone, your parents sound asleep down the hall. 

Thunder continued to crack outside, shaking your window frantically. You pulled your blankets up to your chin and squeezed your eyes shut, desperate to fall asleep. After a few minutes, you determined that that was useless and reached for your phone on the bedside table.You had a few texts, mostly from the other boys back in California, but one goodnight text from Jonah that was sent nearly an hour ago. You sighed and opened your iMessages, staring at his cute text. The one thing I hate about having to go to bed is that I can’t talk to you anymore </3 goodnight my angel, you’ll be in my dreams. Love you. Your heart fluttered as you read the endearing words, filling you with warmth and happiness until lightning filled the room. You stared at Jonah’s contact a bit longer, debating if you should wake him from his slumber or leave him be. Ultimately, you decided that he needed a good night’s rest and that you could deal with your fears on your own. 

You set down your phone again and stared up at the ceiling, only to pick up your phone to look at the time. Only 1 am. “Great,” you mumbled to yourself, the thunder continuing to roar outside. You sat there for a few more minutes, then finally grabbed your phone and easily dialed Jonah’s number. You pressed the phone to your ear and listened to the steady ringing, your eyes closing. Finally, the ringing ended and Jonah’s raspy voice came through. 

“Y/N?” He mumbled, his sleepiness rolling through the phone line. Just hearing his voice relaxed your muscles, allowing you to ease into your mattress. 

“Jo, hey, sorry to wake you,” you whispered in return, “I can’t sleep. The storm is keeping me up.” You heard him yawn and smack his lips, clearly still in no state to carry a conversation. 

“Oh, okay baby girl. That’s no problem,” he replied, “Let’s just talk. How was your day with your family?” You sighed and went through the events of the day, from making breakfast with your dad to playing video games with your little brother to cleaning your room with your mom. Jonah listened attentively, replying every so often. 

“How was your day?” You asked as you finished your story. Jonah chuckled lightly, making you smile. 

“It was boring without you. I just hung out with my mom and Esther all day,” he told you, “and then when we all went to bed, I couldn’t sleep because you’re not here to cuddle with me, so I had to just dream about you being here.” You giggled at his adorableness, the thunderstorm fading away. 

“It’s weird not being with you tonight. My bed is so cold without you. And I miss kissing you and touching your hair and seeing your pretty smile and hearing your laugh,” you replied. You could practically envision Jonah right now, staring up at his ceiling with his phone on speaker beside him with the goofiest grin on his face. The thought calmed you, making you feel almost normal. You allowed your eyes to close and your breathing to calm itself, simply focusing on the image of Jonah in your head. 

“I miss you, angel. As soon as I wake up, I’m going to get in the car and drive to your house just so you can wake up next to me. Then we can go out for breakfast and take a drive around town and go shopping and do all of our favorite things,” he imagined. But his beautiful plans for the morning were only greeted by gentle breathing and the occasional snore, making him laugh. “Alright, goodnight, Y/N. I love you.” Jonah hung up, then sent you a quick text before rolling over and falling asleep himself.

I can just picture you sleeping right now, and I know that you look absolutely gorgeous. Can’t wait to see you later this morning and to kiss your adorable face. Miss you, love you. Goodnight baby xx J

[hulaherron]

my heart omg 

wrong decisions | j.a

requested? : no 

jack x reader & jack x gabbie 

jack decides that you two are better off. you cant help but assume gabbie is the reason why.

warnings : none that i know of !

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this is no hate towards gabbie at all !

you sigh looking at the clock. it was 7:43, you and jack had plans at the restaurant at 7. the waiter came back, but this time you wouldn’t tell him “just five more minutes.” it was obvious jack had forgotten. he gave you a sad ‘i’m sorry’ smile as you grabbed your jacket walking into the cold winter night. 

arriving home you find jack sitting in your living room watching a movie, however, he wasn’t alone. he was with gabbie. you weren’t sure whether to be sad or angry. he once again blew you off for her. 

instead of walking in their and making a scene you decided to just ignore him, you were too tired to put up a fight anyways. you took off your shoes and headed up the stairs. 

“oh hey babe. where have you been?” jack asks, he was completely clueless. it made your blood boil. you continued walking up the stairs.

“y/n? hello? are you just gonna ignore me?” you laughed. 

“why would i want to talk to you after what you did? you responded coldly. 

“why what did i do?” he looked concerned, standing up from the couch to make his way towards you. 

“you ditched me. i waited for nearly an hour at the restaurant waiting for you to show up. do you know how embarrassing it is to keep pushing a waiter away?” you tried so hard to fight back the tears welling up in your eyes.  

“oh y/n, babe i totally forget. i’m so sorry its just gabbie and i w-” you cut him off.

“yeah its always gabbie. gabbie this gabbie that, sometimes i forget that i am even your girlfriend. you sure as hell treat her like one more than you do me.” 

“uh.” gabbie said awkwardly “i’m gonna go.” she said quickly grabbing her things. 

“i’ll text you.” you see jack whisper, she nods and scurries out of the house. 

“exactly what i mean.” you sucked in your cheeks. something you always do when you’re upset.  

“shes my best friend y/n. can i not have best friends? you could tell he was getting annoyed. he hated when you talked bad about gabbie. 

“i never said that jack, but you act like she is your everything. i don’t remember a day that has gone by where you haven’t talked about her, or even invited her to come over. you even forget about me because of her.” the hurt is your voice was clearly showing. 

“you act like your in love with her.” jack bit his lip. your heart sank.

“you are, aren’t you?” you choked up. 

“y/n i-” jack tried to explain. 

“save it avery.” tears uncontrollably fell down your face as you ran into your bedroom, slamming and locking the door. you quickly started packing and bought a plane ticket for the first flight back out to your home town. 

[hulaherron]

Roadtrippin’ (D.S)

You and Daniel take a roadtrip to celebrate your five year anniversary.

Words: 1096

A/N: huuuuuuge shoutout to @voicenotesmarais for suggesting a roadtrip imagine and for being such a lovely human :)

“Alright, so I didn’t know what type of snacks you wanted, so I just got all of our favorites,” Daniel explained to you as he placed five brown grocery bags filled with junk food into the back seat. “And I didn’t know if you would be bringing blankets, but you’re always so cold in the car so I packed three for you, and some pillows in case you want to sleep on the way. Oh, and Jonah insisted that I pack the first aid kit and Zach told me to give you this sweatshirt.” Daniel tossed your favorite of his sweatshirts into your lap, making you laugh. You watched your boyfriend adoringly as he double checked all of the bags carefully, clarifying that he hadn’t forgotten anything. He looked up and grinned at you, sending you a thumbs up. “Alright, let’s go!”Daniel closed the door to the back and slid into the driver’s seat, glancing into the backseat one last time. 

“You forgot something,” you told him teasingly, a playful smirk on your lips. Daniel’s eyes widened and he immediately turned around, counting all the bags once more. 

“What? Oh, was I supposed to pack the toothpaste? I thought that you were supposed to bring it, but I could’ve been wro-” he rambled. You laughed and puckered your lips as he looked at you. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but kissed you gently anyways. “You jerk, you made me worry!” 

“You love me,” you sang with a smile as Daniel fired up the ignition. You plugged in your phone and began to play your collaborated playlist, your favorite song blaring through the car speakers. Both you and Daniel began to scream the lyrics as loud as you could, the real music barely audible beneath you. This went on for a good hour and a half, until the two of you were exhausted. 

You settled back into your seat, taking Daniel’s hand in yours. You turned to look at him, taking in the beautiful sight before you. The sun was just beginning to set, sending the perfect golden hour glow across Daniel’s skin. His gorgeous blue eyes were hidden beneath his sunglasses, his hair was carelessly styled, and he had a little bit of stubble covering his chin. You grabbed your phone to capture the moment, smiling at the picture. 

“Whoa there, paparazzi,” he teased as he noticed your phone. You blushed slightly, turning it off and setting it down again. “Baby, can you believe that it’s been five years since we met?” You sighed, kissing his knuckles softly. 

“No. It feels like we’ve been together forever,” you answered truthfully. Daniel chuckled, glancing at you. “I can’t remember a time where I didn’t know and love you, Danny.” 

“I can’t wait until we’re old and married, and we’re telling all of our grandkids about all of our adventures together,” Daniel began, smiling. “We can tell them about how we met, and about how I fell madly in love with you the moment Zach brought you through the door. And then we can tell them about all the crazy things we used to do, before we settled down and had cute little baby Seaveys who all have your nose.” An uncontrollable grin settled over your lips as he spoke. 

“You want to grow old with me? And have babies and grand babies?” You asked happily. Daniel blushed and glanced down before nodding sheepishly. “Oh my God. I love you, and I can’t wait until we get to tell them about all of our road trips and big adventures all across the world.” The two of you eased into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the music and the growing darkness outside the car. After awhile, you eased into a light sleep. 

“Y/N?” Daniel murmured, shaking your shoulder. You jerked away, looking at him. You had expected to be at the hotel by now, but you were now driving down a deserted road. “I think we’re lost. We should’ve been there hours ago.” You grabbed your phone to turn on the GPS, but there was no signal.

 “Oh God,” you mumbled, “what are we going to do? We’re going to run out of gas and die of hypothermia. Or worse, we’ll be kidnapped and tortured and then die!” Daniel shushed you, pulling over to the side of the road. He put the car in park and turned to face you, grabbing your shoulders. 

“Y/N, baby, listen to me. We’re not going to die and I filled up the tank before we left, so we still have plenty of gas left,” he explained to you, soothing your thoughts. “I’m getting tired and you didn’t bring your driver’s license, so we’ll just sleep here for a little then get back on track. Okay?” You nodded, swallowing. “Alright. Come on, I’ll clear out the back seat and we can lay back there. Just say in here, doll.” 

Daniel climbed out of the car and went to the back, setting the food on the floor and pushing down the seats. He created a makeshift bed for the two of you out of all the blankets and pillows, then motioned for you to join him. You climbed over the seats and onto the blankets as he closed the trunk and locked the doors, making sure the two of you were safe. He laid down and pulled your back into his chest, carefully nuzzling his head into your neck. You pulled a blanket around the two of you before settling down. You fell asleep quickly, leaving Daniel to think in silence. 

He carefully reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny red box that he had been keeping in there all day. He flipped it open to reveal a delicate diamond ring, the moonlight bouncing off the jewels. His plan was to ask you at dinner tonight, but his nerves must have been racing when he made a wrong turn, sending the big night into shambles. He had been building up the courage to ask you for weeks, but he had ruined it. He sighed and slipped the ring out of the box, carefully sliding it onto your finger. Something in his heart knew that you wouldn’t have said no, or at least hoped you wouldn’t. Daniel stared at your left hand, his heart skipping a beat. Even though he had taken all the wrong turns, everything was still perfect and you were still here, right beside him. He carefully took your hand in his, and drifted into a peaceful sleep. 

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The One Who Got Away (J.A)

Based off ‘The One Who Got Away’ by Katy Perry and this request :)

Words: 1385

“Happy birthday baby girl,” Jack hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he pulled you into his side, your body molding into his side easily. You smiled at him, your eyes fluttering closed as you inhaled the faint scent of vanilla and sandalwood. His sweatshirt was soft against your face, filling you with warm feelings. “So, what do you want to do today?” You straightened up, looking into his eyes. You pulled back and twiddled your thumbs nervously.

“I was actually thinking,” you began hesitantly, “that we could get matching tattoos? I mean, if you want to, of course. Tattoos are very permanent and I’d understand if you wouldn’t.” Jack quickly stopped your rambling by pressing an endearing kiss to your lips. The tension in your shoulders melted away as you leaned into your tall boyfriend. Jack slowly pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours and brushing your hair off your cheeks.

“I think that’s an amazing idea,” he murmured. “But are you sure? Like you said, tattoos are permanent and you hate needles. I don’t want to force you into something you don’t want, babe.” You nodded slowly, but secretly, you were still unsure. You had only come up with the idea last night and hadn’t really thought it through before suggesting it to Jack. Yet at this point, he was so excited and it seemed too late to change your mind.

“Yeah, I am,” you replied with a giggle. Jack smiled brightly, kissing your cheek before pulling out his phone.

“I’m going to call Aaron and see if he can fit us in soon, alright? Pick out what tattoos you want,” he informed you. You flashed him a steady smile before plopping down on the couch and pulling out your phone. You opened the Pinterest app and began to scroll mindlessly, your mind racing with the thought of getting a tattoo. After a good half-hour, you decided on an idea. Jack returned into the room, urging you onto your feet so that you could go to Aaron’s salon. “-he just had a cancellation today before we called. How lucky is that?” He told you excitedly as you both slipped on your shoes. He continued to recall his talk with Aaron as you climbed into the car. Jack seemed to notice your eery silence, slowing stopping his cheery blabber.  “Y/N?” He said quietly, glancing over at you.

“Hmm?” You replied, pulling your glance from the passing city outside to your worried boyfriend. He took a deep breath, taking your hand in his and rubbing his calloused thumb over your skin gently.

“Are you positive you want to do this? Like, seriously,” he asked you honestly. You stared at him silently for a moment, taking in his beautiful profile. His hair was messy and tangled, the sun reflected perfectly off his dark eyes, and his lips were full and pink. He glanced over again, concerned by your lack of response. “Y/N. Seriously, now’s the time to speak up.” You smiled, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles reassuringly.

“Jack, I’m 100 percent positive that I want this,” you answered. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll be fine.” Jack relaxed, a small smile settling on his face. He reached over to turn up the radio. Your song blared through the speakers, filling you with the same butterflies that you had during your first date. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back in the seat, listening to Vance Joy’s ballad. Soon, you felt the car roll to a stop as Jack parked. You opened your eyes and unbuckled your seatbelt, climbing out to meet Jack outside.

Jack grinned at you, pecking your lips before wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you inside. You were immediately greeted by classic rock music and the buzzing of tattoo machines. “Yo, Jack! And you must be Y/N!” You heard someone shout from across the shop. You turned around to see an older guy covered in tattoos. Jack released you, going to greet his friend. You shyly followed, tucking your hands in the pockets of your cardigan.

“Hey Aaron,” you greeted politely. Aaron held out his hand and you shook it.

“So great to meet you, Y/N. Follow me, I’ve got chairs set up for you guys.” You and Jack followed the man to the back of the shop, where he showed you to two tables. Jack took the lead and laid down on one, motioning for you to do the same. You laid down beside him, squirming uncomfortably. You pulled out your phone, showing your ideas to Aaron. “Those are sick, Y/N. Is yours the top or the bottom?”

“The top one,” you clarified. Aaron smiled and nodded, taking a seat near Jack. Jack was already prepared for him, shirtless so he could get tattooed under his left collarbone. You watched as Aaron sterilized the skin and then began. The machine hummed steadily as your image came to life on his porcelain skin. Jack showed no sign of pain or discomfort, his eyes closed peacefully. It seemed to go quickly, Aaron scooting over to your bed in no time.

You took a deep breath and laid down, choosing to get the tattoo in the same place as Jack. Aaron began to talk mindlessly, asking you questions about how you picked the tattoos and why you had decided to get one. You answered easily, barely noticing as he started. You discussed how you and Jack had met at a graduation party of a mutual friend, and how you had hit it off instantaneously. You could picture your first date; how you had sat on the roof of Jack’s car in the middle of a field, drinking beer he had stolen from his dad, listening to one of Jack’s mixtapes. You grinned at the memory, the happiness numbing out the pain of the needle.

“And, I’m done,” Aaron told you, handing you a mirror so you could take a look. You grinned at the lyrics tattooed onto your skin; I loved you in the darkness. You looked up at Jack, admiring his tattoo as well. I loved you in fluorescent lights. “Well, what do you guys think?”

“I love it,” you murmured. “Both of them, thank you so much.” Jack nodded in agreement, standing up to sit beside you. Aaron grinned proudly, walking away to give you some privacy. You turned to Jack, kissing him sweetly. “Do you like them?” Jack smiled at you, kissing you again quickly.

“I do. I really do,” he said breathily. “And I love you. In the darkness, in the fluorescent lights. In the tattoo parlor, in the car, at home. I love you now, I loved you then, I’ll love you forever. I love you.” You giggled, nuzzling your head into his neck. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing the top of your head repeatedly. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“I love you Jack. With all my heart. Always and forever, I will adore you.”

~*~*~

You stared at yourself in the mirror, reading the thin script over and over again. Tears welled in your eyes, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from the silly little tattoo. At the time, you hadn’t realized just how permanent tattoos were; they were there no matter what, through good times and bad. You finally looked away, picking up your phone and opening Twitter, only to see the picture again.

It was of Jack, looking perfect as always. His hair was messy and floppy and looked so soft, like you could just run your hands through it. His face was youthful and glowing, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted slightly. He wore a plain black v-neck and a plethora of necklaces. But right underneath his left collarbone, where there was once a thin black script, there was nothing. Your heart shattered as you stared at it, your hand brushing over your tattoo. You could hear Jack’s promises of love echoing through your head, growing louder every minute. Finally, the tears began to stream down your face rapidly, making everything blurry.

“I wish I could’ve made you stay, Jack. Because I will forever adore you.”

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Jealous (D.S)

You’re spending too much time with Daniel’s friends for his liking, and he soon grows jealous.

Words: 1220

You laughed loudly as Logan tickled your sides, your head falling against his shoulder as he tortured you endlessly. Daniel watched you angrily, his blue eyes clouding over as he clenched his glass, Jonah’s aimless blabbering fading away. You leaned into the other boy, your best smile on full display as Logan wrapped his arms around you and engulfed you in a bear hug. All Daniel could hear was your joyous laughter and all he could see was you with another man. 

The music blaring through the party changed from some obnoxious trap remix to a slow Ed Sheeran ballad, yours and Daniel’s song. He began to walk over to you to invite you to dance, but Logan had seemingly beat him to it, twirling you gently and leading you across the floor.

 “Y/N!” Daniel shouted impatiently, setting his cup on a nearby table. “Y/N!” He tried again, but with no luck. You were too wrapped up in Logan to notice your boyfriend calling for you desperately. He stormed over, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him, pressing his lips against yours quickly. You pulled away breathlessly, holding the back of his neck. 

“Well hello to you too,” you murmured with a smile, admiring his face. His jaw was clenched and his lips were slightly swollen, his eyes a stormy blue. Daniel swept you away from Logan, turning back to shoot him a glare. “What’s up, baby?”

“Nothing,” he hummed, pressing kisses all over your jawline and down your neck. Your knees weakened at the feeling and nearly fell into him, making Daniel smirk. Logan could never make her feel this way. He began to suck at your sweet spot before you pulled away quickly, glancing around to ensure no one was watching.

 “Daniel, this isn’t the place,” you scolded, “are you drunk right now?” He rolled his eyes grumpily, reaching to pull you back into his arms. You shooed him away, confused by your boyfriend’s sudden attitude. 

“C’mon, doll,” he groaned, “I know that you want me. And believe me, I want you just as bad.” You scoffed and grabbed his wrist, dragging him back to his friends. You put him next to Jonah before returning to talk to Logan. 

Daniel sighed and watched you both carefully, eyeing Logan’s hands as they entwined themselves in your soft hair. He couldn’t take it as Logan went to put his hands on your waist, so he returned to your side and pulled you away once more. 

“Babe, I’m dead tired and I’m ready to go home,” he lied, lacing your fingers with his. You shrugged, kissing his cheek gently.

 “I think I’m going to stay a little bit longer,” you replied, the exact opposite of what Daniel wanted to hear. “Don’t let me hold you back, darling, I’ll just catch a ride home with the boys or Logan can drop me off.” He sighed, wrapping you up in his arms. He let his hands tangle in your hair, hoping to mask Logan’s cologne with his own.

 “Fine. But promise you’ll just hang out with Jonah the rest of the night,? Logan’s getting really drunk and he can get violent sometimes,” Daniel explained, pulling back to look you in the eyes. You nodded, rolling your eyes. “Seriously, Y/N. Jonah’ll tell me if you don’t stick with him.”

“Alright, alright! I promise you that I’ll stay with Jonah,” you replied with an easy laugh. “Now go home, you’re clearly losing your mind.” Daniel sighed again, kissing you gently before going over to tell his friends to keep you close the rest of the night. He took one last glance at you before leaving the party. 

***

Daniel crawled into bed after throwing on a clean pair of sweatpants, pulling in his phone before going to check his Snapchat. He noticed an unopened story from you, posted earlier in the day. 

You were fresh out of the shower, your hair still wrapped in the fancy towel hat that he still didn’t understand how to make, and sitting on the edge of the bed. You wore only a tiny cropped t-shirt and a crimson red thong, showing a good side profile of your butt. It was a miraculous mirror picture of you, capturing your tattoos and your best angles.

He groaned, wishing that you hadn’t made that picture public. Of course, he absolutely loved it and immediately screen shotted it, but he knew that any other boy could easily do the same and many probably had. He had even received a chat from Zach, ogling you. Daniel rolled his eyes and closed the app, switching over to Instagram. He immediately searched your user, scrolling through all of your pictures. You had curated the most aesthetic feed, filling it with pictures of other people rather than yourself. Daniel saw many pictures of himself, but seemed to notice all the pictures of his bandmates and your other guy friends. He saw a snuggly picture of Zach in bed, a candid of Jonah performing, a selfie of you and Jack; all things that filled his mind with rage and worry. 

“Hey, what are you still doing awake?” He looked up to find you standing in the doorway, holding your heels. He sighed and shrugged, setting down his phone. “Is everything okay, Danny? You’ve been acting strange all night.” 

“Yeah, normally boyfriends have a problem when their girlfriends are falling out of love with them,” he huffed, knowing that he was mad for no real reason. A questioning look crossed your face as you crawled onto the bed to straddle his lap. 

“Baby, what do you mean? You know that I adore you,” you told him truthfully, brushing your hand over the side of his face.

 “It didn’t seem like it at the party when you basically clung to Logan. Or when you post a bajillion pictures of my friends on your Instagram. Or when you-” You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips to his gently, pouring your heart into him.

 “I promise you that I am totally, absolutely, crazily, deeply in love with you, Daniel James Seavey,” you murmured before showering his face with kisses. “You and only you, always and forever.” Daniel’s shoulders relaxed visibly, his hands going to rest on your waist as you went back to kiss his lips. You pulled away before climbing off the bed, Daniel frowning at you. 

“Baby,” he whined, “come back.” You laughed and walked to the bathroom. “I’ve got to wash my face and put on my pajamas. I’ll be ten minutes, I swear,” you replied as you wiped your makeup away with a towelette. You faithfully followed your skin routine before brushing your teeth and taking out your contacts, putting on your glasses before slipping on one of Daniel’s t-shirts that was in the laundry basket. You returned to bed, only for Daniel to huff in disapproval. “Alright, you big baby, what’s wrong now?”

“That’s Zach’s shirt,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing pink. You rolled your eyes and smirked, peeling off the shirt to reveal your plain black undergarments. “This better?” You asked, crawling into bed beside him. Daniel’s hands immediately found your sides, tracing swirls into your skin. 

“Much.” He pressed his lips to yours before clinging onto you, falling asleep without a doubt in his head.

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I Want to Write You a Song (Z.H)

Based off ‘I Want to Write You a Song’ by One Direction. 

Words: 621

“Babe!” Zach whined, hot on your heels as you walked into your shared bedroom. You simply ignored him, tired and agitated from a long day of work. “Y/N, please! It’s important.” You groaned and rolled your eyes, tossing off your shoes and climbing onto the bed.

“Zach, I’m exhausted. It can wait until tomorrow, can’t it?” You answered tiredly, your eyelids already drooping. Zach sighed, laying down next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He gently nuzzled his face into your tensed neck, pressing soft kisses across your skin until you relaxed. His long fingers drew various shapes across your skin, filling your stomach with butterflies. You slowly turned so you two were nose to nose. “Fine What is it?” Zach let out a tiny giggle and shot off the bed, running into the living room to prepare. You sat up, leaning back against the headboard. Zach returned quickly, slipping his guitar strap over his shoulder and under his arm, gently situating himself on a chair directly in front of you. You smiled encouragingly, making him blush slightly.

“Y/N, love, this is for you,” he mumbled shyly before strumming his guitar quietly. He began to sing sweetly, his tiny rhymes making you smile uncontrollably. You admired the way he looked in the moment, his messy bedhead clinging to his forehead and his eyes closed in concentration as he sang his heart out. His perfect voice floated through the room, easing every muscle in your body and replacing all the frustration with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Zach slowly drew the song to a finish, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes. You grinned and crawled to the edge of the bed, pressing a long, sweet kiss to his lips. “Did you, uh, like it?” He asked nervously, making you laugh loudly.

“It was absolutely beautiful, baby,” you replied, sitting back on your legs so he could set his guitar down and put the chair back by the desk. “Now come ‘ere and cuddle me.” Zach laughed jumping onto the bed and allowing you to wiggle into his arms comfortably. You both settled comfortably before Zach began to whisper in your ear.

“That song is about as beautiful as you are sweet.” You laughed at his corniness, burying your head into his chest even more as he continued. “But when I wrote it, my heart hurt a little bit because I knew that I’d have to wait all day before I could play it for you. Then I went into our bedroom and found my sweater on the floor, and it smelled like your lotion, which reminded me how soft your skin is.” You laughed again, looking up at him.

“Stop it, you cheeseball. You’re going to kill me with cuteness,” you teased, brushing your fingers over his cheek and across his jawline. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but I’ve fallen even deeper in love with you, Zachary.” He smiled, kissing your lips longingly.

“And I am truly, deeply, forever in love with you, Y/N. Which is why I wrote you a song,” he explained with a little giggle. “So you always know how much I love you, for when your heart hurts and when you’ve had another bad day at work and when I’m not around to sing you to sleep.” Your heart tugged at the last one, knowing he was referring to his upcoming tour. You pecked his collar bone twice before closing your eyes.

“Sing me to sleep now, then?” You asked hopefully. Zach kissed the top of your head and began to serenade you once more. A smile graced your lips as you fell asleep, and it stayed there until morning.

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Christmas Eve Morning (D.S)

It’s your favorite time of year again, bringing in all the Christmas cookies and the Christmas kisses. 

Words: 862

A/N: I know, it’s way early for Christmas but I was listening to the boys’ Christmas album and I couldn’t resist! Please, please, PLEASE send me requests!! I’ve officially written for all the boys so I’ll write pretty much anything now :)

You hummed contently to your favorite Christmas carols, carefully placing cookie dough people on a baking tray. It was finally your favorite time of year and this year you were determined to make every type of Christmas cookie possible. You had been slaving away in the kitchen baking all the classic cookies-sugar cookie cutouts, jam thumbprints, chocolate crinkles- and now you were on your final batch of gingerbread men. All your cookies were lined up neatly on the kitchen table, neatly decorated with delicious frosting and sparkly sprinkles, ready to be packaged and delivered to your family and friends. You scooped up the last two baking trays and placed them in the oven, setting the timer and closing the door with a triumphant smile. You had officially made over 200 cookies from scratch in just one day.

You turned to the sink, which was overflowing with dirty dishes, and sighed. Having fun always came with work. You wiped your hands off on your apron, then loaded the dishwasher with everything you could, leaving the rest to be hand washed later. You began to clean up the rest of the kitchen, wiping down all the floury counters and throwing away all the garbage that littered your workspace. You cleaned everything you could in 12 minutes before the timer went off, sending you into a flurry to find space to put the hot cookies.

You carefully took them out of the oven and set them on the counter next to neat piping bags of frosting. You finished sweeping the lost ingredients and mopping your various spills as they cooled, excited to finish for the night. You forced yourself to polish and clean the kitchen until it was absolutely spotless before sitting down to decorate the last of your cookie army. You piped little outfits on them and painted their faces to look like your loved ones, giggling a little at the silliness of it all. You made a gingerbread you and a gingerbread edition of Daniel, smiling giddily at you drew a big smile on him. Right as you lifted the piping bag from the cookie, the door flew open and your boyfriend hurried inside.

“Hey good lookin’,” you laughed, standing up to greet him. Daniel grinned, pulling off his coat and hanging it up. You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist, shivering as he gobbled up all your warmth.

“Isn’t this a sweet sight to come home to. And I don’t just mean the cookies.” He winked, making you roll your eyes but still laugh at his cuteness. “It’s freezing out there. You’re lucky you got to stay inside all day.”

“Hey! I offered to let you help this morning but someone didn’t think it was very manly to bake Christmas cookies,” you teased, tapping the tip of his nose. He shrugged and smiled, following you into the kitchen. You held up your latest cookie, making him laugh loudly. “Isn’t gingerbread you just too cute?” Daniel grabbed the other cookie on the tray, mimicking you.

“Not as cute as the gingerbread Y/N,” he replied. He jokingly kissed the cookie, a bit of frosting smearing on his lip. “But the cookie has nothing on the real girl.”

“Oh really?” You hummed as Daniel pulled you into his arms, resting his hands on your lower back comfortably. You ran your hands up his lean muscles and over his shoulders, eventually just looping your arms around his neck. Daniel leaned in slowly, his nose brushing against your skin as he connected his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and endearing, all of Daniel’s love flowing through you and making your heart race. You pulled away and rested your forehead on his, letting out a breathy giggle. “Are you warm now?”

“Of course. You melt my heart away.” Daniel’s blue eyes reflected the various Christmas lights around you, making them appear even dreamier than usual. He kissed your upper lip, gently sucking before backing up again. “Frosting,” he explained. Your nose crinkled as you laughed happily, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love Christmas,” you sighed, closing your eyes as the two of you swayed back and forth in the middle of the kitchen. “And I love you, Danny.”

“I love you more,” he hummed in response, kissing your temple. You stood in comfortable silence, purely enjoying one another. You couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, especially not in that moment. Everything just felt right to you. “Come on, baby girl, let’s go to bed.” Daniel swiftly scooped you into his arms and carried you down the hall to your bedroom, gently setting you on the bed before taking off his sweater and his jeans and slipping on a pair of sweatpants instead. You sleepily slipped under the blankets, grateful you had simply stayed in your pajamas, and waited for Daniel to curl up next to you. You could hear the wind howling outside, but you were warm next to Daniel and in your bed. You eyed the clock before letting your eyes flutter closed.

“Merry Christmas Eve morning, Danny,” you murmured, making him laugh quietly.

“Merry Christmas Eve morning.”