Daniel Seavey simple wallpapers

Aesthetic Wallpapers

Jonah Marais

Zach Herron

hope you guys like them... Ik Zach’s sucks, but I love Jonah’s

@joyfuleggsfishbanana

hey dude

hi

It truly sickens me how a so called “fan” would threaten one of our beloved boys! All they’ve done is work hard to achieve their dreams and THIS is what they get?! Its not fair. Its not fair at all. Especially for poor Zach who has been bullied before for ridiculous reasons. He doesn’t deserve this. None of them do! If anything, Zach and the rest of the boys deserve the world for giving us happiness in our darkest times. So please, if you’re reading this, spread love, not negativity.

#wegotyouwhydontwe

REBLOG if you are done with the toxic WDW fans

For real, it is absolutely destroying the boys.

It may have been fake, but I’m still scared out of my mind. Protect Zach Herron at all costs.

jonah marais (simple?) wallpapers

the first wallpapers I’ve made... ngl, I’m actually proud of myself

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if you want me to make you one with any of the why don’t we boys you can just ask politely and I’ll consider it :)

@joyfuleggsfishbanana

thanks ;)

have this lay zhang edit uwu @andrea1pag

can you do it with Zach??

Can you do 13 with Marais!reader?

I would love to write this, and I understand that the reader is going to be the little sister of Jonah Marais, but who do you want the imagine to be written for?

Daniel Seavey?

Jack Avery?

Corbyn Besson?

Zach Herron?

You can even have it Jonah Marais x Marais!Reader too! It will just be a brother and sister fluff kind of story. I would love some clarification.

Thank you!

cutest fkn story I’ve read

“Hey” | Zach Herron

Pairing: Zach Herron x Reader

Summary: An alternate universe where everyone has a tattoo of the first thing their soulmate says to them.

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 890

A/N: Hi guys, this is my first Why Don’t We imagine. I am aware it kinda sucks, and I do take constructive criticism, so please hit me up with any tips or advice to help better my writing.

I’m walking down the street behind my friend Maya. She’s been ranting about her soulmate tattoo for the past three blocks when I spot a tiny coffee shop, ushering her inside in the hopes of a conversation changer. “I mean, I don’t even like frappes!” Maya exclaims while slightly lifting her shirt to reveal the tiny black words engraved on her skin. I give her a small smile as my eyes are drawn to the sentence her soulmate first said to her. She giggles at the memory of first meeting Christopher, and his sudden outburst; Please dear God, do not order a Frappuccino. It is kind of funny, but after hearing the story for the twenty-seventh time, I can no longer force a realistic laugh.

Lately, I have felt myself begin to give up hope of finding my own soulmate. For all I know we may already have met without either of us knowing it. There are too many first encounters that start with a “Hey”.

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