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[sweetieseavey]

Hi I was wondering if you had a master list/ masterpost for all of your excellent work ❤️

aW thanks, but not yet :)

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[sweetieseavey]

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49 & 51 w/ dani

its out there :)

[sweetieseavey]

wait || daniel seavey

requested: yes-  “49 & 51 w/ dani”

warnings: nope:)

A/N: yeah i know, i suck. i haven’t updated in forever, and i still have other requests to work on. but yeah thanks for 143 followers. also thanks to @sweetseaveydreams because she gave me this idea. it might suck, but at least she doesn’t right lmaO

you and daniel were close. you grew up together. you supported him on his journey through american idol, and when you fun out he was joining a band, you were esthatic. he invited you on the taking you tour and shortly after i ended, you moved out to LA. this specific night, you and daniel were hanging out because he was leaving for another tour soon. you got ice cream, went to the park, did everything you guys did when you were kids.

you were walking down the sidewalk talking to daniel but suddenly, daniel tensed. 

“i loove you!” he said.

you looked over at him in confusion. his eyes were darting over to another girl that was walking by.

“you are the best thing that happened to me.” 

the girl looked at daniel, then averted her eyes back to her phone. she looked at you in confusion. the girl hurried past him into a restaurant. you shook daniel’s and off of yours.

“daniel, what the heck?” you asked.

“she was my ex,”

“and??”

“i-i don’t know.”

“go on, tell me. tell me you don’t love me.” you said jokingly.  

 you both laughed awkwardly. you both walked back to the car and he drove you home in silence. did he like you, actually? he seemed to just need you for that moment. we you still friends after this weird incident? those questions swarmed around your head, wanting to be answered. you figured that you would go to his house, and ask him tomorrow. 

the next morning, you decided to go to the why don’t we boys house and see them another time before they left for tour. when you got there, there were suitcases by the door and the boys were hanging out in the living room.

“where’s daniel?” they all looked up.

“upstairs.” corbyn answered.

you walked up the stair and headed to daniel’s room. your phone buzzed.

dani boy💕: hey can i tell you something?

you: i’m at ur house. i’m coming to your room.

you entered daniel’s room to see him hunched over, with a blue blanket coverinng him. the light of his phone in the dark room was bright. you turned on the light. he looked up and squinted.

“h-hey dani.” you mumbled. “those things you said yesterday.. did you really mean them?”

“yes.” he seemed certain. beckoned you towards the bed. you sat on it and he scooted closer. he grabbed your hands. “i love you.” he kissed you. the thing you both had been waiting for.

[itrytobesocialimagines]

out loud // jack avery

Pairing: Jack Avery x reader

Warnings: angst, death, depression etc. 

Requested: no

Summary/Sentence: based on the song out loud // gabbi hanna

Word Count: 

Written by: Jayde - itrytobesocial

edited by my new editor 

tags: @jonahgarl 

Masterlist

You could still feel him, could taste his presence, and see him in the darkness as you lay awake on sleepless nights. He whispered sweet nothings, depriving you of his warmth as you cried yourself to sleep; the pain subsiding the comfort. You tried to shake him off, but his spirit wrapped itself around your shoulders, dragging you away from recovery. You were drowning in silence, lost in the crowd of other grievers.

You attempted to sleep, the lamps on either side of the bed being the only source of lighting in the room. Your eyes stayed glued to the wall, Polaroids of memories plastered all over it. Knowing that you were not going to catch any sleep any time soon, you lifted your body from the bed, walking closer to the wall. Your fingertips travelled across the photos, picking individual ones off of the wall. Your hands began shaking as you stared at a picture of him, the picture staring back at you as if he were still here.

At that moment, something inside of you snapped.

Tears fell from your face as you uncontrollably ripped the Polaroids from the wall, screams leaving your lips and echoing throughout the house. Your heart felt as if it had been stabbed several times; he had ripped it out of your body and crushed it in his hands.

Footsteps rushed down the halls, your screams awakening the sleeping roommates of yours. Your vision was hazy and the screams of your friends sounded muffled. He pushed on your chest, weakening your lungs. As the rest of the boys ran into the room, you huddled into a ball, gasping for air and letting out more screams.

“Y/n!” Daniel screamed as he leaped to sit beside you, Jonah following not long after. Your arms swung around aimlessly as you kicked your legs, pushing the two innocent boys away.

“Y/n! Please let us help!” The boys frantically tried to calm you down, panic rushing through their bodies as anxiety ran through yours. You could feel their warmth and comfort around you, but you longed for the touch of him. You longed to run your fingers through his perm; you were desperate and driving yourself crazy with the thoughts.

“Y/n, please.” The boys began muttering incoherent sentences. The spirit that was holding down your chest finally letting you free, the gasping finally becoming effective. You reached out for him, knowing he wasn’t there, but you continued to wish. He wasn’t going to come back, and you needed to accept that.

But he’s just a ghost now.

“Try to get some sleep, okay?” Jonah whispered as he placed a glass of water on your bedside table, giving you one last hug before exiting the room. You lied in bed, staring at the singular picture of him, the last picture of him, on the wall.

“Wish I could show you how, Jack, but you’re just a ghost now.”

You closed your eyes, slipping into a world of sleep.

I’m right here, baby.

[little-bubbly-dipshit]

my poor heart. I just heard it shatter beyond repair

[boomboomboomwayhoo]

wow alright ouch nobody touch me

[beautychickeeeeee]

happy christina is the best christina❤️

[sweetieseavey]

110 with corbyn please

its up! sorry for the wait :(( i’ve been busy💖

[sweetieseavey]

Matches || Corbyn Besson

requested: yes- “ 110 with corbyn please”

warnings: um, alcohol? depression? 

A/N: this is so late ahhh!!!! i’m so sorry :( sorry for the angst yall

you two were a match made in heaven. you were practically made for each other. you both were internet stars, you a beauty guru and him a band member. but soon that love faded out. just like a match.

it started with small fights.

“corbyn!” y/n called.

“yes baby.” he answered, a smile playing on his lips.

“why didn’t you empty the dishwasher?”

“i’m sorry.” he pouted. “i was out late with the boys.”

you apologized. everything was fine. corbyn started staying out later and later. he didn’t even come home sometimes. he stayed out all night, who knows what he was doing. you texted him, he didn’t respond. you called him. he didn’t pick up. he was ignoring you completely. 

you eventually turned to alcohol as an anti-depressant. at first it was only one bottle a night. it soothed all of your pains. it calmed you down. 1 bottle turned into two. 2 bottles to 3. 3 bottles to 4. eventually you had 4 bottles of various drinks every night.

tonight you sat alone on the couch, multiple bottles surrounding you. tear streaks were all over your face. it was you and corbyn’s 4 month anniversary. he hadn’t talked to you in a week. 

2:38 AM

it was late. you knew that. but you still had a hope. a hope that your boyfriend might come back tonight. a hope that he might contact you again. a hope that he might love you again. but it was already almost 3 in the morning and he hadn’t showed up. 

then the front door opened.

it was corbyn. he looked fine. no scratches or bruises. he definitely wasn’t drunk. he saw you. skinny as ever. eyes sunken. but then he saw the bottles. they surrounded you. the only spot left on the couch was the spot you were sitting in. he didn’t see the girl he fell in love with. he saw a stranger.

you suddenly got angry. instead of being glad that he came back, you were furious. you suddenly got angry. instead of being glad that he came back, you were furious. you realized that all this time, you were pining after a man who had stopped loving you. 

“y-y/n? is that you? i just came to pick up the rest of my stuff. i’ll be quick.” he said.

he closed the door behind him an ran upstairs to the room you and him used to share. you heard rustling, then footsteps. he came back down the stairs with a big duffel bag.

“If you walk out that door don’t you dare think about coming back.” you said, voice wavering. “huh?” he was near the door. about to leave.

“if you leave,” you repeated. “don’t ever come back.”

he slammed the door. he was gone. forever. your love had officially gone out. just like a match.

[sweetieseavey]

hi hi!💖 im an uninteractive hoe. i know lol. im writing and i should have a request up soon!

[novantinuum]

me when artistic inspiration strikes:

me a week later when followers ask where the content is:

[sappyseavey]

Hiii xx

Hey friends! I’m a new WDW blog and I love two things: writing and Why Don’t We. I live in the Daniel lane, but sometimes swerve to Corbyn’s (shhh…). I can’t wait to become friends with you all! I need some blogs to follow so reblog this if you’re a WDW blog!

[trustfundbabby-deactivated20180]

I ammmmmm

[sweetieseavey]

Broken|| Jack Avery

requested: yes- “ 188 Jack Avery”

warnings: no

prompt:  188. “Say it!”

A/N:  this is my first imagine! thanks for requesting!!

it had been a month. a month since we had talked. a month since my boyfriend had called me. he’s busy, you had told yourself. but you knew it wasn’t that. he was cheating. it was the only logical answer. he had tweeted out things, posted on instagram, but he never answered your phone calls. you were going to confront him. you were going to be confident. you were going to say what you needed to say to jack, then walk out happy.

you put on a crop top, shorts an some sandals. you had to look your best while confronting him. you got into your car and started to drive to the WDW house.

you parked the car in their driveway. you walked up to the door, preparing yourself for what was to come. you finally knocked on the door.

“hello? y/n! hi!” corbyn happily greeted you at the door.

“where is jack?” you said.

“jack? oh. he’s upstairs. you probably don’t want to go up there though.”

you walked upstairs, quickly finding his room. you stood outside the door, hearing sound of laughter from inside. you quietly opened the door. you saw a another girl next to jack. her head laying on his chest, both of them laughing at something on his phone. she looked up.

“who are you?” she asked, confused.

“i-i’m jack’s girlfriend.”

“what? no, no,” she laughed. “ i’m madison, i’m jack’s girlfriend.”

you looked at jack, eyes full of hurt.

“why?” you sobbed. “why? what did i do?”

“nothing, its just,”

“say it!”  you screamed, tears pouring down your face. “tell me why you stopped answering my calls. tell me why you stopped talking to me jack!”

“i don’t love you anymore.”

tears poured down your face. that was why. that was the reason your boyfriend of 6 months had deserted you. the reason your life was now a living hell. you backed out of the room. ran down the stairs and rushed out the door.

“y/n! y/n what happened?” corbyn cried after you.

you ignored him. you got into the car and backed out of the driveway. tears were still falling down your face, blurring your vision.

the last thing you ever saw was a truck crashing into the side of your car.

[magicalmarais]

NO I NEED A PART TWO YOU EVIL HUMAN BEING

[avanunez13]

CORBYN BETTER BE CUTE AND HELP HER I’M- I NEED PART TWO😭

[magicalmarais]

I AGREE WHOLE HEARTEDLY BRO WHAT IF IT TURNS INTO A CORBYN FIC IM SCREAMINH

[avanunez13]

I’M SO HERE FOR THAT WOAH OMG SOCNSKCKAK

[sweetieseavey]

IT WASN’T INTENDED TO BE A TWO PART IMAGINE THOUGH @magicalmarais @avanunez13

[sweetieseavey]

188 Jack Avery

done!💖

[sweetieseavey]

Broken|| Jack Avery

requested: yes- “ 188 Jack Avery”

warnings: no

prompt:  188. “Say it!”

A/N:  this is my first imagine! thanks for requesting!!

it had been a month. a month since we had talked. a month since my boyfriend had called me. he’s busy, you had told yourself. but you knew it wasn’t that. he was cheating. it was the only logical answer. he had tweeted out things, posted on instagram, but he never answered your phone calls. you were going to confront him. you were going to be confident. you were going to say what you needed to say to jack, then walk out happy.

you put on a crop top, shorts an some sandals. you had to look your best while confronting him. you got into your car and started to drive to the WDW house.

you parked the car in their driveway. you walked up to the door, preparing yourself for what was to come. you finally knocked on the door.

“hello? y/n! hi!” corbyn happily greeted you at the door.

“where is jack?” you said.

“jack? oh. he’s upstairs. you probably don’t want to go up there though.”

you walked upstairs, quickly finding his room. you stood outside the door, hearing sound of laughter from inside. you quietly opened the door. you saw a another girl next to jack. her head laying on his chest, both of them laughing at something on his phone. she looked up.

“who are you?” she asked, confused.

“i-i’m jack’s girlfriend.”

“what? no, no,” she laughed. “ i’m madison, i’m jack’s girlfriend.”

you looked at jack, eyes full of hurt.

“why?” you sobbed. “why? what did i do?”

“nothing, its just,”

“say it!”  you screamed, tears pouring down your face. “tell me why you stopped answering my calls. tell me why you stopped talking to me jack!”

“i don’t love you anymore.”

tears poured down your face. that was why. that was the reason your boyfriend of 6 months had deserted you. the reason your life was now a living hell. you backed out of the room. ran down the stairs and rushed out the door.

“y/n! y/n what happened?” corbyn cried after you.

you ignored him. you got into the car and backed out of the driveway. tears were still falling down your face, blurring your vision.

the last thing you ever saw was a truck crashing into the side of your car.

[sweetieseavey]

Dating Zach Herron Would Include...

this is for all of my zach girls💖

him spoiling you

like a lot

him buying you whatever you wanted

clingy zach

him always holding your hand

spontaneus kisses

‘i love you so much”

cute texts in the middle of the night

shopping with him

him asking you for fashion advice 

him calling you “princess”, “baby girl” “babe”

smiling into kisses

“babe, wanna help me prank Jack?”