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#jack avery

[writingwithciara]

Just Friends ~Jack Avery~

summary: jack doesn't like that he & the girl he's loved for years are never going to be more than just friends

word count: 1.7k

pairings: jack avery x reader

notes: based off THIS song. & yes, I still listen to the jonas brothers because they’re incredible af. italics are song lyrics. [this has been in my drafts for so long]

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there she goes again, the girl i'm in love with, it's cool we're just friends

Jack stood against the set of lockers as he watched y/n grab her belongings. He would do anything to prove how much he loved her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Their friendship was fairly new to him & he didn't want to scare her off, since he had waited almost 8 years to finally build up the nerve to talk to her.

"Hey, Jack, what are you doing after school today?" she asked him.

"N-nothing. Why?"

"My mom wants me to babysit my sister but I already made plans with Marcus. She said I could go on my date if I found a suitable replacement." y/n looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Will you do it, please?"

"Yeah, sure. Just, uh, don't stay out too late."

"I won't. Thank you so much, Jack. I owe you one." she smiled and walked down the hall to meet up with Marcus.

Marcus Devonshire. Jack envied him, not only because he had y/n, but because he was too nice to hate. Not one person in school had a bad thing to say about Marcus, and it absolutely irritated Jack.

"Yo, earth to Jack." a hand waved in front of his face & he zoned back in, not realizing he had actually zoned out. He looked up to see his best friend standing in front of him.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I asked if you had plans after school."

"Yeah, I actually do."

"Really? What are you even doing?"

"I'm babysitting y/n's sister so she can go on her date with Marcus."

"That girl has you wrapped around her finger. It's been, what, 8 years of pining? When will you give up that idea?"

"Because, Gavin, she's been the object of my affection for 8 years & I'm working on a plan to get her to fall in love with me."

"It's never gonna work." Gavin rolled his eyes. In reality, he really wanted Jack & y/n to get together but he felt that if he added more wood to the fire, Jack would mess something up.

Later that night, Jack walked up to y/n's house and knocked. When she answered the door, Jack suddenly forgot what he was doing there.

"Hey, Jack. You're early."

"I know. I had nothing else to do so I thought I'd come over & maybe we could hang out a little before you go on your date."

"Okay, sure. That sounds like fun." she opened the door more and let him in. They walked through her house and went into the back room.

"So, where is Marcus taking you tonight?"

"Just to dinner and a movie. Our anniversary is this weekend but he's going out of town with his parents so we're celebrating tonight."

"Anniversary, huh? How long?"

"2 years." she looked up at him and smiled.

"He's a pretty lucky guy, you know."

"You really think so?"

"Of course." he looked at her quickly before turning his attention back to the tv screen. "I guess you're pretty lucky too. He's probably the nicest person I've ever met."

"Yeah, he really is." she looked at her phone. "Will you help me pick out an outfit for tonight?"

"Y-yeah sure. Why not."

"Perfect." she stood up and walked into her room. Jack followed and took a quick look around. He had only been in her room 2 times before & this time it just felt different. "Okay, since it's a simple dinner and movie, which of these do you think fits the tone better?"

Jack looked over at her as she held the outfits up to her body. "I like the white ripped jeans with the purple crop top & black jacket. But the sundress and the jean jacket look good too. If you want to impress him, the jeans and the crop top combo should do the trick."

"Alright. Yeah. That looks perfect. Thanks, Jack."

"No problem. He smiled as she headed into her bathroom to change. Jack looked around her room again and took in all the trophies she won in the past. Most of them were for gymnastics but the last few were from cheerleading competitions. She always had multiple scholastic awards placed on her walls and shelf. It was like she was the female version of Marcus, proving they were perfect together.

"Okay. I really like this outfit." she walked out of the bathroom and spun around to show Jack.

"Looks cute, y/n."

"Thank you for all your help tonight, Jack." she looked at him and smiled. "There's one more thing I need your help for. You can say no if you want."

"What is it?"

"Do you know how to do a french braid?"

"Yeah. I actually do." he chuckled. "Kind of a benefit of having so many sisters."

"Will you do my hair into a french braid? I never get it right." she went over to her vanity and sat down. Without hesitation, Jack stood behind her and began working on her hair.

They say the most intimate thing you can do with your significant other is wash their hair and even though he wasn't washing it, and she wasn't his significant other, Jack had never felt more intimate with anyone before.

"There. All done." he placed the tie on the end of the braid and let her admire his work.

"Wow. This is incredible." she turned to him and hugged him. "The whole outfit is tied together now. Thank you. I owe you."

"That's two things you owe me now." he held up two fingers and laughed. "Pay me back whenever you want to."

"It'll be soon, I promise." she smiled. "So what are yours and April's plans for Valentine's Day?"

"April? Oh no. We're not together."

"Really? I just thought you were since you're with her more than you're with Gavin."

"Nope. I am very much single." he chuckled. "Plus, she's Gavin's sister and that would be weird."

"Hmm, I might know someone you could date."

"Really? Who?"

"My friend Lexi. She lives two towns over and hasn't had a steady boyfriend in a while. She's pretty & I think you two would make a very attractive couple."

"As much as I appreciate the offer, I have my eyes set on someone already?"

"Oh, really? Does she go to our school?"

"Yes she does." he looked up at her and smiled as she tried to think of who it could be.

"Jessica Lambert?"

"Nope."

"Marissa Robinson?"

"No. I can't tell you who it is because you know her & she has a boyfriend so if word got out that I liked her, her boyfriend would kill me."

"Oh, please? Your secret will be safe with me, I promise."

"No can do. Sorry. Only Gavin knows and that's the way it's going to stay."

"You're no fun." y/n faked a pout and looked at her phone. "Marcus is on his way. Let's go downstairs." Jack followed her back down to the living room. "Since Delia isn't home yet, you can just chill here. But I'll be back around 10:30, I promise." y/n took one last look at him before stepping outside & getting into Marcus' car. Delia walked in a few minutes after y/n left and she smiled when she saw Jack waiting for her. Their mom informed him that she'd be out all night, and then she left.

A few hours later, Delia was asleep & Jack was alone again. He checked his phone constantly to see what time it was.

10:45 pm & y/n still wasn't home. Jack began to worry. At 11, he decided he should try to call her. Just as he pulled up her contact, his phone started ringing & her picture flashed across his screen. He answered before it rang again.

"Hey. Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I was just calling to tell you I'd be home in half an hour."

"Okay. Why so late?"

"We just, uh, lost track of time. I'll tell you more when I get home, alright?"

"Alright. Please be safe." he hung up before he could hear her response. 11:30 rolled around and y/n slowly walked into the house. She nearly screamed when she saw Jack.

"Jesus, Avery. Give a girl some warning, would ya?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright." she smiled and walked into the living room. "How was your night?"

"Surprisingly fun. Delia and I played hide-and-seek for a while & then we drew some pictures."

"Did she get you to play dolls with her?

"Yeah. And it was fun."

"Wow. She's got you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"

"It sure seems that way, huh?" he chuckled and looked at her. "I guess that's just something you two have in common."

"Hmm, what do you mean?"

"You know I'd do anything for you, right? Like, there's no request too silly or stupid that I wouldn't do for you."

"Oh, right." she looked at him. "Yeah, you're in love with me."

"What? No I'm not."

"You can't lie to me, you know."

"Okay, fine." Jack sighed and looked at her. "You're my friend but sometimes, I wish you were more than that. No, I take that back. It's not just sometimes, it's all the time. Every single day for the last 8 years. It's been torture for me to see you with Marcus & it's so much harder because he's literally the best person ever. I hate it. I hate that he got you first. I hate that he's so nice. Most importantly, I hate that I can't hate him. It's just not fair."

"Jack, why didn't you tell me? Things would be so different than they are now."

"I know. And I'm sorry I had to tell you tonight. I just felt that I needed to let it out, since it's been locked inside for 8 freaking years." he stood up and walked towards the door. "It's cool that we're just friends."

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[clecle15th]

Live, Laugh, Why don't we

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[21burritoseavey]

little daniel imagine, with the '“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' prompt <3

a/n: thank you for the ask, anon! hope you enjoy!<3🌼pick a prompt:)

you get up a few minutes past seven o’clock, shuffling out of bed behind daniel, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. the sky, as the sun rose not too long ago, is still wearing its coat of muted pink and yellow, and natural light welcomes itself into your home in narrow streaks onto the floors and kitchen countertops. daniel is first to wake up, sleepily mumbling something about wanting to get to tour rehearsals early, and with the help of his convincing smile and guarantee of breakfast, you hop out of bed as well. 

it isn't unusual for the two of you to be grumpy in the morning, only sharing slight smiles and little morning kisses and a touch of conversation while you work through your routines to get ready for the day…at least until there is cooked food and warm drinks on the table. 

honestly, if it wasn't for the tempting promise of hot, home-cooked breakfast, which you gladly agreed for daniel to make, the pair of you would still be in bed, lured in under the warm sheets and blankets, fighting off the wintry morning chill. your slight grumpiness has progressed into an obvious agitation, furrowed brows and all, at the absence of your keys from their usual spot near the entryway. 

daniel’s cooking as you breeze around the house looking for them, showing half-hearted concern and asking simple questions that honestly tick you off even more. “are you sure you haven’t seen them?” you call, halfway across the living room as your eyes scan every possible fraction of space and object in sight. 

“yep, no idea” daniel dismisses, unknowingly receiving an annoyed huff in return, his voice muffled by the sound of the kitchen cabinets and drawers rolling open one by one only to be shut again as he tries to find the jar of coffee that would usually be sitting in one of the shelves. 

he puts breakfast on the table anyway, two two mini stacks of pancakes and berries for each of you, and although daniel is proud of his culinary work at such an early hour, his limbs still tired and eyes still groggy, you aren’t so pleased at the absence of your necessary cup of coffee. the edge of your voice is ever so obvious as you pace around the house, looking for other things you’d somehow misplaced from your shoes to your lip balm back to your keys, murmuring out a “thank you,” followed by a “where’s my coffee?” as you glance at the food in front of you.

“where’s the new coffee mix?” he counters. 

“i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?”

the two of you attempt a staring contest, a battle of who can hold their frowning expressions the longest without faltering, before you just decide to search together. daniel loses, sighing in frustration before he moves to check around the kitchen one more time, “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' his words are cut off, eyes rolling at the sight of your keys in the cutlery drawer. “how did they even get in here?” he questions, keys hanging off his finger in the air. 

an easy smile graces your lips, as if a frown had never been there, and the morning grumpiness melts away as you cheekily pluck the keys from his hand before plopping down at your seat to eat….”the coffee’s in the pantry, first shelf on the right” you say through a mouthful of food.

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as of now I'm leaning towards corbyn bc looking back I realize he kind of set my standards LMAO

but when I was obsessed w them in 2018 it was Jack, like hardcore Jack girl here honest to god

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF PEOPLE WHO LITERALLY BOUGHT HAPPINESS INTO MY LIFE FROM 2018 - 2021 I LOVE YOU DANIEL SEAVEY😭😭😭😭💖💖💖 i fear nobody gets why don't we like i do

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the lotus inn (d.s)

pairing: daniel seavey x gn!reader summary: sneaking out with your best friend on the sunday night two days before your exam might have actually been the break you needed, but you would've never realised how special that night would've ended up becoming. inspired by: 'hotel' by claire rosinkranz and 'lotus inn' by why don't we. word count: 1.7k trigger warnings: trespassing on private property, sneaking out, exam stress, reckless behaviour in general. some swearing too i think a/n: i stumbled upon the beginnings of this while cleaning out my drafts and i really wanted to finish it so.... also i haven't written something in ages so pleasee go easy on me! (i also apologise for how short this is)

This was not how you wanted to spend your weekend. The dim, barely plausible light emitting from your lamp desk was the only source of illumination throughout the whole house and was barely enough to unjumble the mess of words printed on your textbook pages. Running another hand through your hair, you let out a frustrated groan. Nothing was sticking in your mind and the constant ping and glow of your phone screen wasn't benefiting you in the slightest.

With a heavy sigh, you finally gave in, reaching for your phone to check the onslaught of incoming messages that had been distracting you all night. You found yourself staring at more than enough texts from all your friends, each one questioning your whereabouts.

You swiped right on the top notification on your phone, opening a thread of messages from your best friend, Daniel. All while choosing to ignore the little flutter your heart gave you.

11:02 pm Hey, are we still meeting at my place or do you want me to drive you? Are you still coming? ??? Hello?

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself. It was a Sunday night and you had promised him and a few other friends the week before that you'd go out with them again, only problem was that you weren't exactly allowed to. With the massive exam that was coming up in just two days, your parents had forced you to take time away from your reckless activities and focus on getting a passing grade. Which of course, you knew was the right thing to do and so far you had been sticking to the newly enforced rule pretty well; but now, at almost 10 minutes to midnight with your sanity tipping over the edge, you were almost craving to feel any ounce of fun or adrenaline that you had been so deprived of. So, without letting yourself think twice about it, you typed in a quick “meet me at my place” before hitting send and pressing your phone to the wooden desk softly to avoid making any loud noise.

Gnawing lightly on your lip, you stared at the black screen expectantly and when it lit up with it’s bright white glow you snatched it up without haste and swiped open the message, “be there in 10 :))”

Your belly did somersaults, both from the rush of adrenaline you got from sneaking out and from meeting up with Daniel. 

As you carefully moved around your bedroom, pulling on a jacket and a pair of shoes, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of him. Although you’d never admit it to anyone that asked, you found yourself falling for the blonde. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, everything had you falling - helplessly, hopelessly.

Stuffing your phone in your denim pocket, you slid your bedroom window up, the cold gust of night air engulfing you, as if welcoming you back to this familiar practice. You swung your feet out the window, your old converse hitting the roof of the bottom floor of your house. The slanting roof made for a difficult surface to steady yourself on, but you had done this enough times before that you quickly regained your sloppy balance. You lowered your body closer to the cold roof tiles, before sliding down it, carefully maneuvering yourself until your feet landed in the garden beds. 

Letting out a sigh of relief you walk towards the footpath, the smile consuming yourself at the successful escape only grew at the sight of Daniel’s car slowing as it neared the corner of your street. The two of you had planned enough of the Sunday night sneak-outs that he knew well enough that driving right to the front of your house was a bad idea.

Your walk turned into a jog that broke into a run as you approached his car, butterflies swarming your chest as you opened the passenger door and relaxed into the familiar seats. 

“Shit, that looked like you were escaping from a prison,” Daniel joked, an amused smile playing on his lips and you had to remind yourself not to stare.

“Sure felt like it,” you answer, letting out a pleased exhale, both excited and relieved to finally get away from all the stress and worries that have been clouding your mind.

“Ready to get outta here?”

“Never could be more.”

As you watch your little house on the end of the cul-de-sac disappear from view you feel a sense of almost relief.

Guess old habits die hard.

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The car ride is a far from silent drive, the two of you playing your favourite songs as loud as possible, windows rolled down as you drove down the  highway. The moon glistening over the crashing waves made for ethereal scenery to this forever memory.

His fingers drum to the beat of the music on the steering wheel, you nodding your head as your eyes trace the outlines of the waves. Swiveling your neck so you're facing him you ask, “you still haven't told me where we’re going.”

Daniel smirks, eyes still on the road as he exits off the highway. “It’s a secret.”

You exhale loudly in dismay, “come on Dani, please.”

“We’re almost there, goof,” he chuckles as he turns the car down another street, “just be patient.”

You grin at the nickname - the one he only has for you - trying your best to hide it as you roll your eyes at him.

It takes less than 20 minutes before Daniel slows the car to a stop. You look out the window, surveying your dodgy surroundings. There’s not much besides an iron gate and some European-style stone walls. The rest of the vicinity was tree and bush besides the road in front of you that carried on for a little ways more.

Daniel lets himself out of the car, before walking around to your side and opening your door for you.

“Daniel, are you kidnapping me,” you joke as you step out of the vehicle, analysing the iron gate closer, the red sign on it reads ‘Staff Access Only’ in bright white letters.

He laughs again, and your heart does a stupid little jump at the sound. “No, actually,” He says, passing you a torch, “now be quiet and follow me.”

Flicking your torch on, you follow the blonde as he jumps the fence, before navigating what seems to be the backyard of a small hotel house. The house itself reminds you of a beach house, and the backyard has a small pool and garden area.

Finding random old hotels to sneak into actually wasn’t out of the ordinary for your small group of friends, it might’ve been a reckless and dangerous activity but it’s not like you have ever been caught. Anyways, what’s life without a little adrenaline?

As you approach the hotel-beach-house you can hear the muted laughter of your friends and the faint sound of music. The light pouring out of the tall glass windows shines and shimmers over the pool's surface. Daniel takes your hand softly in his, your fingers weaving together before he pulls you into the house behind him. The two of you navigate the small crowd of your friends together, saying the occasional hi and hello to familiar faces. 

The both of you find yourself in the middle of the room, Daniel swaying you playfully to the music as he takes both your hands, and before you’re aware of it, half the night has escaped you. The both of you are dancing and singing to whatever songs your friends are playing over their small bluetooth speakers for what feels like hours. Your feet ache and you're drunk on the night air. You’re laughing and smiling like an idiot, all caught up in the feeling of him, his presence, the way he makes it feel like only the both of you exist in this moment.

You can’t help but get lost in the little details of him. His blonde hair all messy from the dancing, the way the lights shine off the surface of his face, his stupidly cute smile as he sang along to the lyrics of the song, and you loved the way he looked like that. It’s a smile that reminds you how much you feel for him, how deep your love runs. 

And you hate that he doesn’t know, and you hate that he won’t know because you’re too scared of the outcome not being what you expect. For him to say no or step out of your life completely.

But then he grabs your hand, pulling you in and twirling you around, he’s saying stuff, his mouth running excitedly but none of it processes in your mind. You’re too caught up with the drumming of your heart, the feeling clouding all your senses, ears too loud, mind too foggy. But then he looks at you with that smile, the one that lights up the room and puts sparkles in his eyes, it’s so wide that he’s squinting and he’s looking at you. 

Not anyone else, it’s you that brings out that smile.

You feel light at the realisation, like you're floating on a cloud. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that tonight feels so dreamy and magical, but you don’t want to waste the moment. You don’t want to hate yourself for the rest of your life because you didn’t take the chance to kiss Daniel Seavey.

So you wish your secrets farewell.

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level before pressing your lips to his. The millisecond of fear and regret is immediately overcome by warmth when he grabs your waist, easing into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer.

It feels electric, which you find cliche and stupid but it does. Like every fibre of your being is on fire, like fireworks are exploding over your skin. You hope to God that he feels this way too.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling, grinning so wide it’s contagious. He’s easily the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he confesses. His hand is still on your waist.

You’re absolutely lost for words. Still running high on the ecstasy from the kiss and now his confession makes your knees buckle and mind fog over.

But he doesn’t seem to mind. He reels you in, kissing you again, it’s soft and sweet and you're drunk on the taste of him. You feel his smile against your lips, in turn making you do the same. You don't ever want this night to end. It feels good, it feels right. It feels like home.

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[seavey-siren]

Baby we could turn back time

Do it all over again

Tomorrow we can press rewind

I never want this night to end

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[kmsvisuals]

First show of 2023 📸

Daniel Seavey live at The House of Blues in Dallas

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[21burritoseavey]

first sleepover (j.m.)

a/n: hey! i apologise for not posting in ages but i really hope you enjoy this imagine, especially the lovely anon that requested it (and has been waiting very very very patiently<3) 

summary: this request! you spend the night at jonah’s apartment for the first time. 

under the starry glow of the ceiling projector, you watch the credits of Me Before You roll on the brightly-lit screen of jonah’s laptop, the small names reflecting in your eyes as they make their journey over each person in the cast and crew. your soft sniffles go unnoticed by the boy beside you, whose body went limp with sleep at what seemed to be the half-way mark, his head nestled into your chest, unruly brunette strands tickling your skin as you scratched his scalp tenderly. you considered pausing the movie to let him sleep, not only in your arms but also in the unusual quietness that cradled the neighbourhood. yet, between the snug sensation of his weight upon your chest and his muffled snores whispering through his bedroom, you weren’t too worried about the noise possibly waking jonah up. plus, there was no chance you were willingly going to deprive yourself of lou and will’s beautiful yet bittersweet love story; their romance was too compelling to stop watching.

although now, you press your lips to his forehead for a final kiss before peeling off the blankets and easing out of bed, bringing the empty popcorn bowl and empty box of tissues with you to the kitchen. the transition from his room, rendered with a vivid blue to the scarce lighting in the rest of the apartment catches you off guard, causing you to nearly stumble over the cat padding silently across the hallway. “hey there, little guy” you breathe out. wesley’s dark fur tickles your ankles as you crouch down to greet him with a quick scratch under his chin before he slinks off into jonah’s room through the small crack in the door.  

you set the empty bowl in the sink, throw the empty box in the recycling and take a cup from the drying rack, placing it under the running faucet to chug a glass of water before shuffling around the kitchen quietly to look for a snack. you begin scanning the cluttered cabinets for something to eat. usually, jonah’s home would be brimming with all the food and snacks one could wish for but tonight seems to be an exception. after a while of searching to no avail, you find yourself reaching for the handles of the cabinets that store his cutlery and dishes, hoping to find a stray packet of chips or candy, but you end up finding something way more interesting than a mere packet of sweets. the sight of an almost full gift bag with pastel dyed tissue paper peeking out of the top tugs up the corners of your lips, and in remembering the significance of this particular saturday night, you can’t help but succumb to the giddy feelings that creep over you, warming your skin from head to toe. 

you don’t want to make this occasion a big deal, to put too much weight on something many couples simply consider the norm. however, to say you aren’t excited about sleeping over at his apartment for the first time would be an understatement. you carefully pull out the gift bag from its place hidden behind the plates in the cupboard, hastily glancing around the place as if you don’t want to be caught red handed sneaking a glimpse at what is inside. 

wesley, seemingly unbothered by your disappearance into the kitchen, had occupied your spot in bed next to jonah and curled into his chest. soon enough, jonah is awoken by the movements of his cat, spreading his consciousness further as he rubs his eyes. he leans forward, a sleepy groan slipping past his lips as he props his elbows on the mattress to find you disguised in the neon blue light of his room, but his eyes only meet the beams of a distant street-lamp, its light bleeding through the blinds and the colourful, swirling ribbons of his laptop’s screensaver. 

“y/n,” he calls your name weakly, confused as to why you’re not cuddled beside him. though it isn’t long until he guesses that you’re in the kitchen, proven by the distant sounds of the cabinet doors and drawers closing and the crinkling of food wrappers. the sounds prompt the memory of the gifts he’d bought earlier in the week, and the question of whether his hiding spot for the said gifts was good enough anchors a sense of nervousness in his mind. but it isn’t until he sees a glimmer of the pastel coloured gift bag from around the corner through the small opening of his door that he feels a panicked lump form in his throat. 

he jumps up out of bed, almost bumping into you as you walk in gleefully with the gift bag dangling from your forearm. “y/n,” he sighs. his raspy voice is drenched in disappointment, but you notice it in his face first as you halt your attempt to sneak through the doorway into his ensuite. it’s written in his features from his creased eyebrows to the gentle frown playing at his lips and you feel the awful sensation of guilt hollowing a pit in your stomach for ruining what seems to be his planned surprise. 

“i was only going to eat a little,” you mumble, looking up at him bashfully, referring to the handful of sweets you had secretly eaten. 

“‘a  little’, huh?” he chuckles, bringing your hand up to challenge your obvious lie with the sight of a fistful of candy wrappers clutched slyly in your grasp.

“yep,” you move your hand back to your side, attempting to change the subject. “you are the sweetest though, you know that? getting me all this,” you’re hoping the wide grin on your face withers away his disappointment and you glance down at the gift bag, gaze scrolling over the several, small gifts he had bought you, from the plentiful snacks and candy to the new skincare products he knew you loved to use. 

“i thought i hid that gift pretty well,” he admits, slumping back onto the bed with a deep sigh, his gaze swimming over the artificial stars dappling the ceiling.

“never underestimate me when i’m hungry. i practically have a sixth sense when it comes to finding something to eat” you joke light-heartedly, though it doesn’t seem to perk up jonah’s deflated mood. “it’s okay though, i was so surprised when i saw it.” you offer him a reassuring smile, reaching for his hands to pull him up so he’s sitting upright. you’re crouched down in front of him, caressing his hand in yours, “you fell asleep during the movie, i ruined your surprise,” you realise these two events are of differing severity but still add “can we call it even? kinda?”, giving him the brightest grin, you can muster at this hour. 

“sure.” he pulls a tight smile, and a few seconds pass until he reveals “i also have another surprise.” he adores the way your face lights up, “but wait here,” he sets his hands on your arms, urging you to sit on the bed patiently. “i’m not letting you spoil this one too.” 

jonah heads straight to the en-suite, switching on the light before he turns to the countertop to retrieve two sets of matching pyjamas in the cabinet under the sink. he flashes a warm smile once he walks back into the bedroom, offering out one set of black, velvet pyjamas to you. the two of you agree, along with many others, that wearing a pair of brand-new, soft pyjamas is simply one of the best, most pleasant feelings, so jonah expected nothing less than the beaming grin that swept across your face. “oh my god, i love them!” you push off the bed excitedly, moving to kiss his cheek once “thank you! thank you! thank you!” you clutch the pyjamas to your chest as you rush into the bathroom to put them on, leaving jonah in your wake, chuckling at your obvious eagerness. 

a cozy vibe soon settles around the two of you as you progress through the steps of your individual nightly routines. the low hum of music jonah had put on at your request is accompanied by the gentle murmur of your conversation and the calming scents of a nearby candle wisping into the bathroom. you had suggested the two of you put on the face masks, one of the items jonah had generously gifted you, earning not only an agreement from jonah but also a keen request to go first. now, you’re both standing behind the mirror, facing each other and sporting your matching velvet pyjamas while jonah finishes applying the face mask to your face. 

“okay,” he smiles, passing you the bowl with a gentle kiss, “my turn.” 

you laugh lightly at his eagerness. “are you enjoying this?” you inquire, mixing the paste haphazardly with the brush. 

“yeah,” 

“like actually enjoying this? because we can do something else if you want. we could play a video game or-”

“no, y/n. i am enjoying this. i enjoy absolutely everything when i’m with you.”

“really?”

“of course.” he leans down to share a few kisses, “now, hurry up, i expect you to be done tonight, not two years from now,” he jokes, receiving a scoff in fake offence and a light shove to his shoulder. 

despite the cooling sensation the face mask was supposed to have on your skin, you feel every inch of it heating up from his words - especially the loving line ‘i enjoy absolutely everything when i’m with you’ that he reveals so effortlessly - and the touch of his lips. the love etched in each syllable drips over you like the moonlight trickling in through the bare bathroom window and the feeling of his lips on yours quickens your heartbeat as much as if you'd just completed a sprint. you hope this never changes, that you never get tired of his flirtatious smiles whenever his gaze lingers on you, the amused twist of his lips whenever he makes a joke at your expense, or the way his arm always finds its way across your waist when you cuddle. you know for a fact that you’ll never get over nights like these, where you and jonah can let go of everything and simply show each other love. 

there aren’t any expectations to do or say anything when you're just in each other’s presence, no pressure of finding something to say in conversational silences or filling every moment together with an activity. you wouldn’t trade anything for these ordinary and silent moments with him. it’s quiet when you’re finishing applying the face mask to his face, dipping the brush a final time to fill any missed spots. you drop the brush into the bowl when you’re done. “perfect” your grin is contagious. your eyes meet once again and your smiles press against each other’s for another loving kiss. as per the directions, the pair of you wait several minutes before washing off the face masks. jonah’s patting his face with a hand towel, droplets of water rolling over his skin when you pipe up with a question. 

your face is freshly moisturised and glowing under the bright overhead lighting. “what’s next?” you prompt, clasping your hands together enthusiastically.

jonah turns to his phone on the bathroom countertop, tapping his screen to glance at the time before he responds. the numbers 12:32am on the screen seem to make him more tired and he looks back at you. a yawn tumbles from his lips as he asks “wanna watch some netflix?” the suggestion is a simple one, but a perfect one nonetheless, and you agree with a nod before taking his hand and making your way out the adjoining bathroom to his bed. 

wes hasn’t moved since you last saw him practically buried in the warm mess of blankets, but as you and jonah plop onto the bed tiredly with content sighs, the cuddly cat wastes no time settling into the small space between the pair of you, relishing in the abundance of warmth and attention. jonah laughs lightly as you murmur an “awww”, your heart melting at the cat’s sweet action. he moves in closer, his hand finding yours as he shifts more comfortably against the headboard. he uses his free hand to pull his idle laptop on his lap and put netflix back on. as he scrolls through the countless movies, you bring the gift bag up on the bed and search for another snack, ultimately deciding on m&m’s.  

“thanks for tonight j,” you let your head drop lazily on jonah’s shoulder, inviting him to share the packet of m&m’s with you. 

“my pleasure, baby, tonight’s about you and me,” his fingers find the roots of you hair and he plops a handful into his mouth, brushing his fingers through the strands. 

“us”.  you correct him. 

“exactly,” he offers you a bright smile, “which is why i think it’s only fair that it's my turn to pick a movie” he pushes the laptop in the middle. 

you can’t help but be a little sceptical, jonah’s full of surprises. “okay, what is it?” 

“top gun”

“that’s fine. but i’m not letting you off the hook. you still need to finish watching ‘me before you’. you argue, thoughts travelling back to the memories of the film as he presses the spacebar to start the second movie of the night. 

“deal,” the two of you seal the agreement with a handshake. 

however, only five minutes into the movie, you find yourself in the position jonah was in earlier, your eyelids closing under the weight of happy exhaustion and your mind captured by thoughts other than those of the film in front of you. you’re unsure whether the amount of sugar you had consumed is to blame or the calming, naturally sleep-inducing company of your boyfriend. it seems the roles have reversed now, and it’s jonah who has his arm slung over your shoulders while you’re asleep in his loving embrace. well, not totally asleep, because the moment he removes his arm from around your shoulders, slowly inching his legs to the edge of the bed under the blankets, you wake up, eyes squinting as you mumble, “don’t move.” 

your arm interlocks with his when he tries again, “i’m just going to get some water, i’ll be a second”. he places a soft kiss to your forehead, but it doesn’t suffice. 

“no, please don’t move. you’re warm and if you leave, i won’t be comfy anymore.” you try to give him a warning look, but suspect that it isn’t as threatening as you hope because you only a ripple of muffled giggles in response.

there’s no denying the rosy colour blooming on jonah’s cheeks at your words and the smile dimpling his cheeks is evident in his voice as he rubs a hand over your back, “okay, y/n. whatever you want.”

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Fan Speculation - Jack Avery

Jack Avery x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Summary: Fans are amazing detectives which could be good, unless you’re trying to keep a relationship a secret. Fans start speculating if Jack and you are dating… guess you’ll have to read to find out if it’s true or not (fluff)

Warning: Cringey and not good writing. This is a repost from my Instagram. Some raunchy details. Overall fluffy

Y/S/N: Your Ship Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

AN: Please enjoy reading. Once you’re done come and talk to me. or Like, comments, reblogs, or feeback is appreciated.

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Y/N'S POV

I was making breakfast for my boyfriend and his band mates. Corbyn, Daniel, Jonah, and Zach all came over to spend the night at the house me and Jack live in. Their claim was that they could work on songwriting together, but I know they secretly missed me and my cooking.

Putting the quiche in the oven, I look over at the clock. It reads 10:37 a.m. I can’t believe I have been in the kitchen for over three hours. Knowing that the boys are still asleep, I go out the back door to look at the view. I pull out my phone and scroll through Instagram. I quickly take and post a selfie since I haven’t in a while, fearing what management would say to me. After editing it and adding the caption “ily” I lock my phone and listen to the birds chirp.

Hearing the back door open, I turn to see who it is. It’s none other than my handsome boyfriend of three years, Jack.

“Good morning beautiful.” he says in his raspy morning voice.

Smiling, I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Good morning babe.” I mumble before kissing him.

Kissing Jack has always been one of my favorite things to do. It’s so simple, yet so sophisticated. We are able to put so much emotion into our kisses that-

My thoughts completely come to a halt when Jack pulls back. Geez, that was embarrassing. Good thing Jack can’t read my mind (I hope).

“I made a quiche for breakfast. It’s pretty much done, I just have to take it out of the oven. Let’s go in, so we can eat while we wait for the boys.” I suggest.

“Really! Oh my gosh. I love your quiches almost as much as I love you.” He says as he runs to go back inside. Laughing I follow after him enjoying this moment of peace I got to have with him.

*after everyone wakes up and eats breakfast*

“Geez Y/N/N, your food is delicious.” Corbyn says after finishing his third piece of quiche.

All of the other guys mumble an agreement.

“I would marry you right now, if that meant I get to eat your food all the time!” Zach exclaims.

Rolling his eyes, Jack lets out a puff of air before saying, “No you won’t you idiot. I will marry her and then we are going to have some mind blowing sex before having kids and then-”

“Wow. We do not need to know that. Please keep that to yourself.” Daniel interrupts.

“Sorry.” Jack mumbles while blushing.

“Anyways, Y/N did you see all of the comments on your recent Instagram post?” Jonah asks me quickly to change the subject.

“No I haven’t. Why? Should I?” I ask, already pulling out my phone.

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Instagram comments:

jack_yn_lover: I wonder who you love? Is it, oh I don't know, someone named Jack? 🤷‍♀️

↳ _limelight_fan: jack_yn_lover That's what I was thinking. Did you see what Kyla posted on Twitter? I feel like that can't be a coincidence.

↳ jack_yn_lover: _limelight_fan Yeah I did. I'm really hoping that it means something because they are really cute together.

↳ fan_1: _limelight_fan What's Kayla's Twitter? I want to see what she's talking about

↳ fan_2: fan_1 it's ILOVEJACK. there's other proof on her page as well.

↳ fan_1: fan_2 alright thank you I will go check her out.

username: You are so pretty. Please drop your hair routine 😍

lover_yn: Where is your shirt from? It’s so pretty.

username_2: I came here from Twitter to make sure it was real and it is. Can you guys announce Y/S/N yet. We are dying!!!

ILOVEJACK: YIN, Jack, Boys, anyone, all you have to do is say yes or no. It's that easy. Please do it for us!

↳ username_2: ILOVEJACK I have to agree with you. Those earrings do look really similar

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“What’s the Twitter post they’re all talking about?” Jack asks me looking over my shoulder at my phone.

“I don’t know. I was just about to check.” I reply with a little bit of nervousness. I really don’t want it to be anything bad. Jack and I have been really good at making sure people don’t find out about us. It’s not because I’m scared of fans reactions more so management’s reaction to these tweets. They have been making us keep our relationship a secret for these last 3 years. After a lot of begging we were able to convince them to let us announce our relationship on our anniversary which is a couple of days away. It was getting hard to keep our relationship a secret.

Opening up Twitter, I type in the girls username.

“Oh my gosh! What did I do…..” I mumble under my breath.

“What do you mean babe?” Jack asks with concern.

“They’re all finding things that add up to us dating. I’m so sorry. I know we are waiting for our four year anniversary to announce it.” I sadly tell him.

“Y/N, it’s alright. Let me see the tweets please. Besides, our anniversary is in a couple of days. We can stick to our plan and completely surprise them. Everything is fine.” He reassured me.

“Yeah it’s going to be fine Y/N/N.” The boys reassure me.

Jonah seeing the panic in my eyes, knows exactly what I’m thinking. Being the big brother figure he is to me he says, “Y/N, management won’t be mad at you. If anything I think this fan speculation is helping both of your careers which they want. I can call them for you and ask what you should do. For now, just show Jack and the boys the tweets. I’ll be back.”

He walks outside to call management, I turn back to my phone and show the boys the most obvious tweets.

(Tweets)

*after showing the boys the tweets and Jonah comes back*

Jack’s POV

Jonah just told me, Y/N, and the rest of the boys what management said. He said that it was alright for us to continue with the original plan as long as we kept quiet for the time being. When I look over at Y/N, I can tell she needs a distraction from all of this. Walking over to her, I put my arms around her neck from behind.

“Y/N let’s go somewhere. I can see you need to relax. There’s nothing to be worried about babe.” I tell her.

Feeling her exhale and turn around to see me, I can tell what she’s thinking. She has that sparkle in her eyes.

“Can we cuddle-”

“-While watching rom-coms and eating whatever we want. Yes, yes we can.” I finish for her

Seeing the smile that instantly forms on her face, I can’t help but chuckle. It always warms my heart that after all of these years together, I still manage to fall deeper into love with her. I guess that’s just Y/N for you.

Getting up, we say goodbye to the boys. They tell us that they’re going to head back to their own homes soon. Nodding me and Y/N head to our shared room.

Once the boys left, and me and Y/N had everything we needed, we started our rom-com marathon.

We were watching in comfortable silence until I had an idea that might help Y/N calm down. Speaking up, I say,

“Hey babe do you want to plan what photos of us we should post? Ohh, and what our Instagram captions should be?” I asked excitedly.

“Hmm, I didn’t think of that. Let’s plan that right now. But…..”

“Oh my gosh there’s a but.” I mumble, laughing slightly scared of what her mind is coming up with.

“Hey! You didn’t even hear it yet. Okay, starting over. But… can I have a kiss first.”

“Geez. You didn’t have to scare me like that. And yes you can.” I reply.

Leaning in, both of our lips meet. Pulling away after a couple of seconds, a smile forms on my face when I see the pout my girlfriend has on her face.

“What’s that pout for?”

“Because it wasn’t long enough. I need more of your kisses or else I’m going to die. Do you want me to die?” She complains like a child.

“After, once we finish planning our announcement you can have all of the kisses in the world. Okay?” I respond in the same tone she had.

"Okay!” She says enthusiastically.

*the day of Jack and Y/N’s anniversary*

Y/N’s POV

Okay today’s the day. The day me and Jack officially announce our relationship to the whole world. I’m not as nervous as before (thanks to Jack's idea), but there still is that little part of me that is. So many what-if questions run through my head when it comes closer to posting time. I just want people to accept our relationship (even though they already do and we haven’t even said anything). The thing that calms me down is the fact that I love Jack and he loves me. We were able to make it four years without other people’s approval.

“Okay babe. Ready to announce our love for each other to the world.” Jack asks me.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Instagram

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: Everyone…this is my boyfriend. I love him very much. He is really hot. jackaverymusic You stole my heart...

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jackaverymusic: I love you too baby. You mean the absolute world to me. I'm glad everyone knows now.

jack_yn_lover: AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Fuck yes. Give me a moment. I think I'm going to die. I- can't do this

jonahmarais: Oh my gosh yes it's my favorite ship. I'm so proud of you lil sis. This means I can post all of the funny content I have of you two! 🥳 ❤️

↳ yourinstagram: jonahmarais you'll have to run that by me first. I'm scared of what you will post of us....

imzachherron: You... you stole my boyfriend. Jack you were supposed to be mine 😭😭 JK. I love your both so much. You're my favorite couple.

ILOVEJACK: Yesss!!! I'm so happy for you both. You both were made for each other. I - I can't process this. I'm too happy

corbynbesson: Congrats you two!! I'm so happy for you both.

seaveydaniel: Hope you both had a great day!!

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jackaverymusic

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jackaverymusic: Happy anniversary my love. I can't believe you have been by my side for four years now. I love you. yourinstagram ...but I'll let you keep it.

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yourinstagram: Happy anniversary! I love you so much. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

ILOVEJACK: AWWWW you guys are so cute. I'll be sleeping on the highway tonight.

jonahmarais: MY SHIP POSTED!!! ALERT ALERT

imzachherron: this is making me cry. I can't wait to see you guys grow old together. OHH and can I be the best man at your wedding? (when it happens of course)

↳ seaveydaniel: imzachherron no it's going to be me...please jackaverymusic can it be me

corbynbesson: photo creds... also I can't believe this was taken four years ago. You were both such babies

seaveydaniel: I love the matching captions!!!! "You stole my heart but I'll let you keep it" is so cute

↳ jackaverymusic: seaveydaniel I'm glad you noticed. What do you think of it being a new lyric idea 😏

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“Well I guess that puts an end to all of the fan speculation.” Jack says once we posted.

“Yeah it does. I love you Jack.” I say

“I love you Y/N. Thanks for making today special. I wouldn’t be who I am without you. You know I’m going to marry you one day.”

“Of course. Now enough of the cheesy stuff and kiss me.”

Doing just that we express all of our love for each other in that kiss. It was perfect. During the kiss, I realized that life is amazing with Jack in it. He makes me feel complete, he's all I'll ever need.

I couldn’t help but think “Gosh. I love you Jack so much” hoping that if he could read my mind, it would be now.

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AN: The end! I honestly didn’t know how to end it so that’s as good as it’s going to get. Hope you enjoyed reading.

-Kara (upindreamland)

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