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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 :)

[boomboomboomwayhoo]

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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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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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. 

[boomboomboomwayhoo]

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 :))

[boomboomboomwayhoo]

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 :/ 

[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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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.”