#daniel seavey fanfic

[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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[slowdownatthelotusinn]

Ardently (WDW Pride and Prejudice AU)

Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the very person you cannot stand to be without.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

[sturnluvr]

SYNOPSIS...!

when daniel forgets his relationship more the he likes to admit, his girlfriend, alaska, is done being put on the back burner of his life. ultimately deciding on breaking up with him, will daniel realize his mistake? or will we be left with only feeling grey?

TWO.

alaska sat up on the shared bed that was hers and daniel's, and glanced out the window into the starry twilight sky. with a sad sigh escaping her soft pink lips she had enough of waiting and called jordan, wiping the tears in her eyes.

with slow rings coming from her phone jordan answered with a blissful, "what's up a?"

alaska sniffles and whispered into the phone, "so h-he stood me up again. a-and i put together one of his favorite things and he's been ignoring my calls for a whole week now."

jordan's blissful voice fell into a comforting voice, "still? i'm sorry alaska do you want to stay with me and the lori for a while? her and jack have an extra room?"

alaska softly smiled and chuckled, "i'll think about it, but i just want to see how daniel is, who knows, maybe by the end of the week he'll be the daniel i fell in love with..."

"alaska...you've been hurting for so long, you've called the guys and the girls in tears because of him, i'm going to pick you up and since jack's in hawaii with lav right now, i think you need some of the crazy alien that we call zach herron." jordan said softly with a little laugh.

"but alaska, you're probably not gonna like what the girls have been thinking...." jordan said hesitantly.

"w-what's that?" alaska stuttered afraid of what was coming next.

"....we think you need to either break up with him or sit down and talk it out with him. he's been leaving you high and dry for months on end with apologizes that don't make up for what happened."

alaska sadly smiled and sighed, "y-you're right...can you pick me up in an hour? i'm going to get my stuff ready for a couple weeks if that's okay?"

jordan rambled off alaska's ear on what they could possibly do, making alaska smile.

a/n hiiiiii

[hopinglimelight]

Loss (D.S)

A/N: What is up? Tis I, the magical Hope. Did I schedule this to post really early so I didn’t have to get nervous at the reactions? Yes! But then I was a sucker and wanted to surprise you all with it tonight instead! I’ll have to do format editing tomorrow, but the text will stay the same! I hope everyone has tissues to wipe away their tears of frustration or a pillow to squeeze out their emotions with. Enjoy 😈 -Hope

A year has passed since I revealed to Daniel that I was pregnant. At the time I was 12 weeks along. It had its ups and downs, but our relationship would eventually end. We both would make promises, mistakes, and other things that would eventually lead to our tragic ending. Let me catch you up.

After I told Daniel that I was pregnant, I noticed that his drinking was beginning to slow down a little. The binge drinking, however, has almost completely vanished. He also seems to be taking our relationship more seriously. When I had to deal with morning sickness, he was always there with me. He’s been to every appointment so far. He also carries a picture of our chicken nugget, due to my most frequent craving, with him in his wallet.

“Hey, Jonah! Want to see the little lemon?”

By the time he made his way over to Corbyn, I was getting a bit embarrassed. But Daniel wasn't; he would run like a mad man for the baby. Maybe that's what caused him to break.

His little fruit names kept going for a while. Each new week, little nuggie and I awakened with their new nickname.

“Good morning my little apple.” I giggled as he pressed a kiss to my stomach. I didn't have a bump yet, but it was starting to get obvious that I was pregnant.

“Are you going to change the fruit to match me every week?”

“You bet baby.” Now kissing me on the lips.

Daniels' pride when we found out that we were having a little boy would always make me smile for years and years to come.

“Okay, so you guys are just in luck! Baby is in the perfect position to find out the gender, that is if you want to know today.”

I looked over to Dani and he nodded. “Yes, please.”

“One moment.” I held my breath as the doctor finished looking. She quickly wiped off the gel so I could sit up. “Congratulations on your baby boy!”

I jumped off of the table straight into Dani’s arms. He picked me up gently as I squealed.

“A boy. We’re having a boy.” He whispered.

“Are those tears in your eye Dani?”

“No.” He giggled and quickly wiped his eyes.

So by the time I was seven months, what used to be an old guest bedroom was transformed into a nursery. A neutral grey was painted on the walls. Daniel built a crib, put a few shelves, and I went shopping for little onesies and baby blankets. Two weeks before I turned nine months, the boys showed up with little gifts. Zach got him an elephant, Corbyn had a little astronaut, Jonah was with a cup of coffee, and Jack got him a little guitar. Everything was perfect…. Until my water broke. With the boys still in the house.

After over 7 hours in labor and an extra 15 minutes pushing all 8 pounds and 7 ounces of our baby. Two days later, Daniel and I got to go home with little Alexander Thomas Seavey. And then, after a few months, Daniel went back to his old ways.

After leaving for the evening with an “I’ll be home later.” Daniel did indeed come home later. Daniel dragged his ass home absolutely wasted at 3 am. He was lucky he had tried to sneak in and didn’t wake Alex. 

“Where the fuck were you Daniel,” I asked as calmly as I could.

“I told you.” He shrugged. “Out.”

“Whatever. I left a blanket, pillow, and trash can by the couch for you. Good night. Or should I say good morning?” I huffed and went up the stairs. I quickly stopped into the nursery to make sure the baby was sleeping. I would have to get up at six to feed him again and deal with Daniel.

By the next month of this, and one too many “I thought we were past this!” our relationship was tense. We were at Corbyn’s house and letting Alexander hang out with his other favorite uncles. 

“I’ll get it! It’s Kora and Alexander!”

“Wow, I’m here too,” Daniel mumbled.

I didn’t get to respond to him because Corbyn opened the door, very quietly. 

“Hi Kora, Daniel. Ah, Alex! It’s me. Chev your favorite uncle.”

“Corbyn, don’t tell my son that that’s your name. Please and thank you.”

I smiled at everyone else as we walked through the door.

“Besides.” Zach grinned. “Everyone knows that I’m the favorite uncle!”

“Really, Z? You look like Kora gave birth to you yesterday.”

“Nice one, Jack.” I gave him a fist bump of approval as Zach groaned in the corner.

Within an hour, Corbyn was offering around drinks. I didn’t even bother telling Daniel off. I guess I was just so used to it by now that it didn’t even phase me anymore. Daniel was completely wasted, while almost everyone else had a similar buzz to them. Yes, Zach is underaged but he knows I’ll cut him off if I think he’s had too much to drink. I noticed how Jonah didn’t have a single drink. Yes! Now I have someone to leave my baby with because it’s absolutely not going to be his father in the state he’s in.

“Jonah, can you take the baby? I gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Yeah, all good Kora!”

It was all good until I was on my way back from the bathroom. I heard Daniel’s loud voice which wasn’t a surprise since he was drunk. It was the words he was saying.

“I love her so much.” He smiled. “But I don’t want to be in a relationship… let alone married. I probably would have left but she had my baby four months ago!” He laughed, and I took a step back. No one knew I was around the corner. 

“Daniel… that’s pretty messed up.” Jonah frowned and Daniel just laughed some more. 

“No. What’s really messed up was I fucked some girl in Maui.”

“Daniel!” Corbyn yelled. “That was like 24 hours after you got married!”

“I was drunk.”

“It’s always that same excuse.” I practically leaped from the corner, the other four boys flinched. Not Daniel. He sat there with a smile as he acknowledged my presence.

“Hey, baby! How long have you-”

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me, Daniel James! I heard you. A girl? In Maui! Fuck you. I’m taking Alex and we’re going home. You can stay here tonight.”

“Jonah, give me my baby.” He handed over my child with a very apologetic smile on his face.

Daniel didn’t come home the next day, he came home after two. I know Corbyn told him what he said. When Daniel came home, it wasn’t to me. It was to an empty home, mine and Alexander's stuff cleared out. I left two things for Daniel, I left the divorce papers I found in the bottom of his dresser on the dining room table. My name is already signed. Besides the tear-stained papers, was an envelope. Daniel tore it open to find a letter

“Dear Daniel,

I found these in your dresser. So it was true? I’ll text you a time and place to meet up to take your name off of Alex’s birth certificate. I wouldn’t want to burden you.

P.S I hope you enjoy your present.

-Kora”

Left inside of the envelope, was Kora’s engagement and wedding ring.

Daniel hated himself. How could he have been so stupid? He just let the two greatest things slip away from him. And it was all Daniel's fault. Well, him and the alcohol. If only he had listened to Kora. His friends would begin to distance themselves from Daniel. They thought he was stupid as well. And oh would he pay.

Daniel would never get over it. Every woman he would see would remind him of the foolish mistakes, his poor choices that would lead him to his greatest loss.

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[smolboiseavey]

“Hey, that’s my song!” // Daniel x Reader

word count: 1k

warnings: cheesy, kind of gross, wrote it in literally like 45 minutes, also inspired by tiktok

soulmate au where you can hear what your soulmate is listening to and vice versa. really fluffy and there's like no plot at all lol

hello I'm back from the dead

call me Taylor swift (Bri added this in)

Okay so 

Basically this doesn't make any sense logically but its a tiktok thing and i wanted to write about it

So

Here we go

One day, you’re just chillin

And all of a sudden, you hear quiet music in the back of your mind 

Like it wasn’t playing out loud like you originally thought, but rather playing inside your head

Confused, you turn to the internet for answers

A quick google search later, you find out its a type of soulmate link

The link allows you to hear what song they’re listening to

And whoever they were, definitely had good taste

It didn’t sound familiar, but it slapped

You couldn’t hear it well, but you did pick up a few lyrics

So you wrote them down immediately, determined to find said song

Because it slapped 

THAT hard

Like she was a banger

Bopping

You were jamming along, when it suddenly stopped

With a shrug, you decide to go along with the rest of your day

The song, beyond any doubt, has stuck in your head since then

Meanwhile over at Daniel’s…

He was working on a song in the studio, but what's new

Absolutely nothing

Nada

N e way

Humming along to the beat he was creating, you could say he was really in his divine state

Slowly but surely, he heard a melody in his noggin

A familiar tune filled his earsIt was a song by lauv, who happened to be his friend

He didn’t really remember the name of the song, but he was definitely familiar with it

“Good choice, soulmate.” he mumbled to himself

“What was that?” Jonah asked, “Did you say something?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “my soulmate is listening to a song right now.” 

“Oh cool, i didn’t know you had that link but it's very fitting for a very musical mans like you.”

“Yeah man.” Daniel says with a small smile, “she has nice flavor.” 

Okay back to you

A week has gone by, and youre on your way to a cafe

Fast, right? Well I'm lazy

We zoomin

Also pretend we aren't in a pandemic and they can actually go outside and go to cafes and interact with people without dying

After hearing the song, you tried looking it up

But to no prevail, you came out empty handed

Maybe the song wasn’t out yet?

Was your soulmate a musician???T

hat would be pretty sweet, if you ask me

Anyway

You know what’s super funny? 

Daniel is also there

Crazy!!! Its totally not like i’m writing this to make it work

You walk up to the cashier 

Humming the tune you originally heard

Because she do be stuck

Get some goo be gone

Because she's sticky

Daniel happens to be right in front of you, but since you happen to have no clue who they are for some reason

you don’t notice theres a lowkey famous person right under your nose

As you’re humming away, attention on the menu in front of you

Daniel NOTICES

He notices something…

Sus

He hears a melody, which sounds new but also very familiar

When suddenly it hits him

Its his song!!!! 

But the one that isn’t out yet

How would they know??? What is this?? What am I???? 

He turns

!!!!!

And he’s faced with you

You, who by now has spaced out, does not notice

Come on man, why 

I guess thats on me tho

He taps your shoulder

“Hey.” he says

“Hi.” you reply, “Can i help you?”

“Yeah, actually. What is that you’re humming?”

You look down at your feet with a sheepish smile. 

“I actually dont know.”

He gives you a weird look, but shrugs.“It’s a good melody, I like it.”

“Same here! I think my soulmate played it, thats the only reason why i know. Do you happen to know the song???”

He grins at you

And breaks out into a laugh

Haha

“Actually, that's my song you’re humming! Its not out yet tho.”

And then you go :000000

“No way! That’s crazy man.”

“Yeah,” he says, “i have no idea how you know it. Maybe your soulmate is like one of my producers or something.” 

“Yeah...crazy.” 

You frown a little to yourself

The man before was pretty good looking

A swell looking fellow if you do say so yourself

You definitely would not mind if HE was your soulmate

he probably isn't tho, he’s way too hot

“I can take who’s next!” the barista at the cashier yells.

“Oop, i guess that’s me.” mystery man says, before turning away.

After that you get your drink and sit down, and realize mystery mans is sitting across the room

Putting your headphones in, you decide to get to work and stop thinking about the boy

Humming along with the song playing, you type away at your assignment or whatever you’re working on

That's up to you, its your work not mine

Daniel, sitting there also happens to think the same thing as you

What if YOU were his soulmate? That would explain why you knew the melody to his song when it wasn't scheduled to come out for another like month

All of a sudden, a song cuts into his thoughts

He looks up at you, and sees that you are also listening to a song

And…

Happen to be humming along to the exact song he hears right now

Wow

Thats crazy

Totally didn’t see it coming

Right??? Sure

Immediately, he jumps up from his chair

I’m pretty sure it like fell and made a loud sound

But he’ll worry about that later

He BOLTS over to you

You, on the other hand, do not realize anything that’s going on because you have airpods in (or whatever headphone you use idk)

A song by your FAVORITE ALL TIME BAND who definitely is NOT why dont we…

Is blasting as you work away

So loud you don’t even realize daniel slide into the seat in front of you

When he gets there, he realizes it’s definitely you

Your music is so loud, he can hear it from where he’s sitting

He taps your laptop, and you pause your music, taking an earbud out

“WHy are you here? Can i help you?” you ask the stranger from before

“Hi, my name is daniel. Daniel seavey, to be exact. I think i’m your soulmate.”

That's it the end cliffhanger

And then kiss kiss fall in love 

Maybe 

[inocent-as-a-rose]

C: what would [YN] think if she knew what we were doing?

D: Probably that we're idiots.

C: Probably.

[kianlawleysprincess]

ive missed you-daniel seavey

daniels dialogue is bold

“hey guys! what’s up it’s me y/n and today we’re doing a q&a with my ex Daniel!”

i gesture towards the blonde as he sits down next to me and gives me a hug.

“hey guys!” he says cheerily.

“it has been, about eight months since we broke up! if you guys don’t know, we dated for a year and a half & had a mutually needed break up. we’re still best friends and we see each other all the time. i tweeted out for some juicy questions and you guys delivered! ready?” i look over at daniel and he nods.

“okay, first question, ‘why did you guys break up?’ okay well, first off i wasn’t ready to be in a serious relationship. i was still pretty young and immature and needed to grow up quite a bit and learn more about who i am and what i want to do with my life. i wasn’t being a very good girlfriend, i was constantly needing reassurance from dani about why he was with me because i didn’t think that i was good enough for him.” i smiled sheepishly. “it’s cliche and everyone says it but i didn’t love myself, so i didn’t know how to love someone else as much as he deserved to be loved.” he nodded as i said the last part.

“yeah i think that we were adding a lot of stress to our relationship because we were letting small things get to us and i was about to leave for tour, you had a lot of things going on so you weren’t going to be able to come see me that often and it just wasn’t the right time.” he added sincerely.

“next question, ‘would you guys ever get back together?’”

i looked over at him before answering and smiled softly nodding to him, signaling for him to answer the question first.

“well i’m not one to say that something is never going to happen, because i think anything is possible. who knows? maybe in the future? but right now probably not. i’m open to it though.”

my heart skipped a beat as i heard him say that he was open to getting back together. i tried to control my face so that no one else could tell how that made me feel.

“yeah i agree. i think that anything is possible, and that the future is unknown. okay next ‘how would your friends react if you guys did get back together?’ honestly” i paused to laugh a little “i think they would all be really supportive. we have the same friend group, so they just want us to be happy. our breakup was hard on them because we had to kind of divide our friend group for a little bit while we each healed and moved on.”

“yeah, they were all really excited when we started hanging out and getting close again because we don’t have to worry about accidentally running into each other again. i don’t think anyone would be surprised if we started dating again, like you said y/n our friends are really supportive and just want us to be happy so as long as we are i know they would be happy too.”

“next question, ‘out of everyone else in the band, who is y/n closest to?’ uhh probably Corbyn. we’ve always gotten along really well and been super close!”

“here’s a good one, has y/n ever kissed anyone else in the band?” daniels eyes met mine as he read the question to me.

“no! i would never do that! they’re some of Dani’s best friends, i could never do anything with any of them. that’s just disrespectful. oh i found another good one, ‘have you guys done anything since the breakup?’” i smiled widely at Daniel as his face turned red & i laughed.

“okay next question, what is your favorite memory together?” he quickly changed the subject

we answered a few more questions and then ended the video. once the camera was turned off he looked at me face still red. “why on earth would you ask that question? people are going to go crazy! we didn’t even answer it and they’re going to know that we have!” he rambled quietly. i gently put my hand on his and smiled “dani i don’t care who knows, they already assume that we have. we’re just as close now as we were when we dated that i honestly think people have assumed we’re back together. who cares what people think?”

he nodded and pulled me into a hug. “you know, there was a few months when i really thought that i had lost you forever.” he whispered into the top of my head.

“me too.” i responded quietly. “but you’re stuck with me.” i added more confidently.

Dani was my best friend. i couldn’t imagine not having him in my life. there are days when i honestly don’t think that u could ever find anyone who understood me as much as he does. my heart longs for him to kiss me again.

it’s only happened a couple of times since we broke up, each time we’re both completely shit faced. i knew when we started it that this is where i would end up. falling for him again just miserable because we’re not there anymore. he’s just so wonderful and talented. he understands me more than anyone i’ve ever met, he knows my flaws, he knows what triggers my anxiety and how to calm me down when it strikes.

“hey y/n?” i looked up as his voice dragged me out of my head.

“what’s up dani?”

“that question, about getting back together, do you ever think about it?”

my heart stopped.

“sometimes.” i whispered

“me too.”

our eyes met for the first time since he broke the silence. he pulled my face to his and our lips crashed together, sober, for the first time in eight months.

“i missed you.” i whispered when we pulled apart.

“baby you have no idea. i’m not letting you go again.”

[decafmarais]

waitress | daniel seavey

“Come in Bubba, lunch break is over.”

You took your three year old son, Harrison, by the hand and guided him through the employee parking lot. He struggled to keep up with you as you swiftly made your way to the back entrance; you felt bad for rushing him, but you couldn’t afford to waste any time. Time was literal money, in this case. You let him go in front of you as you opened the door, guiding him by pressing your hand on his shoulder. “To your left, Harrison,” You instructed. He took a second to remember which direction he was going and then quickly skipped down the left hallway.

You were a single mom working two day jobs and one night job in the summer. This one, working as a waitress at a local mexican restaurant, was one you prayed was temporary. You were working on getting your bachelors degree in business by online school, but your graduation seemed to be farther away every day.

There was a small room on on the right that your manager used when she wasn’t on active duty, but graciously let you use it as a playpen for the time being. After Harrison realized where he had returned too, he beamed and ran over to his blanket that was littered with coloring books and dinosaurs. You followed him and leaned his monkey backpack against the wall. You grabbed your uniform shirt and slipped it over the white t-shirt you were wearing while your son squatted down to pick up his t-rex from the floor. Before you turned to leave, he extended his little arm that clasped the figure inbetween his fingers. “Mommy!” He cried to get your attention.

You bent down and smiled at him, fixing his blonde hair so it didn’t fall into his eyes. He started babbling on about the dinosaur and turned to get another one. You took this as your que to stand up and innitiate it wasn’t playtime anymore. “Harrison, remember what Mommy told you to do, okay? Don’t leave this room.” You sternly looked into his eyes as he blankly stared up at yours. You sighed and hoped he retained some of what you just said. You blew him a kiss and scurried out the door before you missed your shift.

As you checked on your fifth table in the last thirty minutes, you took a moment to lean against the wall and breathe. You had never seen the restaurant this crowded before, and there was even more people waiting to get in. One of your coworkers, Amanda, suddenly swooped in by the register and went to swipe somebody’s card. She saw you out of the corner of her eye and breathed a sigh of relief. “There you are, I finally found you. Okay, so Braelyn needs you to attend a special table at the back,” She gestured to the closed doors at the back of the restaurant; the room was typically reserved for big groups of people. “She was trying to come tell you but couldn’t find you.”

You sighed and began putting the complimentary waters on your tray. You hated working those types of groups; big groups never tipped well and were a bad experience overall. “How big of a group?” You asked, preparing for the worst.

Amanda turned around. “Only 6.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her. “6? In the closed off room?” You questioned.

“Yeah,” She confirmed. “I told you it was special.”

You shook your head a little bit and hoisted the tray so it was balancing on your shoulder. You made your way to the back, weaving through pushed out chairs and children running in and out of the isle. You swiftly got to the frosted glass doors and slid one open, not seeing anyone at first. You slipped inside and saw a group of boys sitting in the far right corner, as far away from the doors as possible. It was odd, but you didn’t have time to ask questions.

“Hey guys,” You greeted as you approached their table. You set your tray down on the empty table next to them and began dispersing the waters you had brought in. “How are you today?”

There was a collective murmur of “goods” and “thanks” as you handed out the last water. As you went to take out your booklet, you studied the men you were catering. Three sat on each side, all of them looking in their early twenties. Two had bleach blonde hair, three with dark brown, and one with curls emiting wildly. “What can I get you guys?”

You turned to the right side of the table, which seated one with bleach blonde hair first. He looked up at you with bright blue eyes and a partial smile. He‘s kind of cute, you noted, They’re all pretty good looking. He stared at you for a moment before quickly looking down at his menu, giving an exaggerated panicked face. “I wasn’t ready,” He laughed. You softly laughed as he motioned for the boy next to him to go.

After you received all their orders, you went to take up the menus. The brunette man sitting on the end of the left side collected all of them and went to hand them to you. As you were exchanging them, he partially leaned in. “Just a request, if possible, to keep this side of the restaurant as low key as you can,” He said in a low tone. “I don’t know how much they told you, but these guys need as much seclusion as they can get.”

You paused for a moment, trying to process what could possibly need “as much seclusion” as they did, but nodded anyway. “Of course,” You assured. The blonde one across from him scoffed, “Tyler you make it sound so serious.”

The whole table chuckled and gave their short remarks as Tyler shrugged. “I’m not taking any chances,” He told them, and then turned to you, “Thank you so much.”

When you went back to the kitchen and gave the cooks their orders, you leaned back against the counter with Amanda, recounting what just happened. You both people watched for a moment before she spoke up, “I haven’t heard anything about them. Just ask them when you bring their food,” She suggested. “From what you said they seem nice.” You nodded and went to attend your other tables.

It was about 10 minutes before you checked back at the kitchen and grabbed what was most of the boys’ food. You packed it onto your tray and once again made the journey back to the unfrequented room. As you got closer, you could see that the door was ajar a significant amount. One of them probably left to go to the bathroom, you assumed. Following suit, you tried to make yourself as unknown as possible and slipped into the room, closing the door with your foot.

You turned on your heels to face them and saw a child standing at the end of the table. The blonde, who know was sitting sideways in his chair so his whole body was facing the boy, was examining something in the little ones hand that looked to be a toy. You furrowed your eyebrows with concern and quickly shuffled over. You froze in your tracks and nearly dropped the food when you realized it was Harrison, your own son, standing at end of the man’s knees. As quickly yet smoothly as possible, you walked over to the table and set the tray down on the empty table aside it. Harrison saw you and beamed up at you, once again holding up that dinosaur he had earlier. “Mommy!” He squealed.

Everyone at the table shot their wide eyes at you, and you felt the blush rising to your cheeks. You bent down to Harrison’s level and put your hands on his arms, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Harrison James, you aren’t supposed to come out into the dining area, remember?” You scolded gently. You didn’t want to be harsh because he didn’t know that he did wrong. He probably saw you walk into the room and didn’t realize it was a part of the working restaurant. “Can you go back and wait for Mommy? We’re only a few hours away from going home,” You reminded him.

He slowly nodded and you stood up, guiding him gently out the door and making sure he went to the right spot. You stood in the doorway and took a deep breath, trying not to cry. This wasn’t the life you were promised; the one your ex had told you he would provide. This wasn’t the life Harrison deserved. He should be able to run around in his own home on week days, playing and watching movies when he pleased; not sitting on the floor next to a desk in some restaurant. He deserved to go to preschool and see friends and have big birthday parties. But as you had to homeschool him because of finances, you were really the only person he knew. He probably had the time of his life talking to the boys at the table, it was somebody new.

You turned on your heels after you collected yourself and walked back to the table. “I’m so sorry about that guys,” You said quietly. They all refused your apologizes, saying how sweet and cool he was. You began to call out food orders and hand them to the boys who claimed them. As you handed the last plate out to the curly headed boy, the blue eyed boy spoke up, “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

“20,” You answered.

He smiled a little bit and nodded. “You’re a good mom. I can tell.”

You didn’t know how to take the compliment. “I don’t necessarily feel like one,” You said, slightly laughing. You instantly bit your tongue after you said that; you shouldn’t be opening up to these people. They had no care for what you were saying. You were on the job, anyways. “Enjoy,” You spit out, rushing over to grab your tray.

“Wait-“ He called out, turning around in his seat. You took a deep breath and turned around. “I can assure you you’re doing a really good job. I don’t know you or your situation, but I can tell you’re a strong woman.” He eyed your ringless finger.

“Thank you,” You said shyly. You gave a small smile and slipped out of the room, firmly shutting the doors behind you.

You came back to check up on them near the end of their meal. “How was it all?” You said, more stable now. They all gave great feedback as you pulled out the check. “Really good to hear! I’m glad you guys liked it.” You set the check down at the end of the table and clasped your hands together. “Is there anything else I can get you guys before you go? Any waters or snacks for the road? I hear you have a long way to go.”

Tyler looked to everyone as they all shook their heads. “I think we’re good,” He concluded. You gave them all one last smile. “Thank you so much guys,” You said routinely; except this time it felt a little more than a curtesy. You took some of the empty plates and bowls from the table and headed back to the kitchen. When you came back to get the final dishes, the table had been cleared out and money was left on the table. You set your tray down and went over to count it. It covered everything and left you a more than plenty tip.

You smiled at the generosity and put the cash inside the checkbook, slipping it onto the pocket of your apron. Before you grabbed the last couple of plates, a disposable napkin caught your eye. It sat partially under an empty water cup and in the same spot that blonde sat in. It had a phone number written at the top and a note written in shaky handwriting.

I normally don’t do this, but you weren’t of the ordinary. Text me anytime :)

Daniel

You blushed and stared at the napkin before quickly pocketing it. Biting your lip and succumbing the urge to squeal like a little girl, you finished picking up the table. Nobody had made you feel that way before.

Maybe this job wasn’t that bad.

[olivias-cardigan]

summer blurb ~ you and daniel are at a public pool (vacation or something) and you untie the back of your bathing suit so you don't get a tan line, and dani gets very protective because although you're laying down and your front is still covered, daniel doesn't want ANYONE looking at HIS girlfriend

omg i could totally see him doing this like there would be a bunch of college boys there because obviously they dont have school and you would just be laying there dozing off in complete bliss as your skin warmed under the sun’s rays. daniel and the other guys were in the pool messing around while you christina, gabbie, tate, and kay laid there working on your tans. as you flipped to your stomach to work on your backside, you untied your suit to prevent a white line forming and settled back into your chair. just as you closed your eyes, you felt little drops of water on your leg. squinting in the sun you looked up and saw your boyfriend daniel sitting by your legs. “whats a matter dani? everything okay?” “yes baby, im just getting pissed because those random guys keep staring at you especially now that you untied your suit and you know how i get and i just cant stand them staring at you like that like some object and i just want to go over there and-” he continued to ramble on smoke practically coming out of his ears as you sat up holding your suit in one hand and grabbing his face in the other and you brought him in for a kiss. jack of course started whistling and then the other boys started joining in corbyn whooping and zach and jonah clapping profusely. after a moment, you pulled away and smirked, “now we really gave them something to look at. okay go back and join the boys, i think they are waiting for you to start a game of volleyball” 

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[21burritoseavey]

our hoodie (d.s.)

a/n: i apologise if this isn’t what you guys wanted but for some reason i can barely get myself to write so here’s a little imagine<3 hope you enjoy:)

summary: you’re wearing daniel’s hoodie

‘what are you doing?" daniel coos, propped up against the cabinets with his arms folded over his chest. the inquiry drifts through the air and traces the edge of your ears ever so softly, as if the two quiet words were fallen leaves descending from trees.

the sky has lapsed into its hazy morning glow, diffusing gloomy light from the windows through the blur of rainfall, however it doesn’t do much to illuminate the house’s interior. the warm glare from the rangehood above the stove provides a brightness to your features when you glance back over your shoulder, breaking out the day’s first smile. 

“making a cup of tea, want one?” you say, placing the kettle into its cradle and flicking the switch. you move across the kitchen to the fridge, taking out the milk, fingers almost stinging against the cold carton before you drop it onto the counter. 

“seems to me like you’re also wearing my hoodie,” daniel comments, lengthening his stare at his hoodie you’re wearing as if to make evident his desire for it back. he frowns, drooping his drawn lips into an upside-down curve, which if you weren’t actually super cold and in dire need of an oversized cosy sweater, would have induced you to ask if he wanted the light-blue hoodie back. 

 “yes, i am,” you answer, “tea?” you ask again, ultimately deciding to plop a single tea bag into an empty mug with a soft ‘no thank you’ spoken over your shoulder from the opposite side of the kitchen. 

“but you know what i do want?” daniel ventures while you wait for the last remaining whistles of the kettle as the water comes to a boil. 

“our hoodie” you guess, watching the colour of the tea leaves infuse in the mug as you pour in the hot water.  

“ye- no,” daniel stutters, his brows scrunching at your little trick, earning himself a flourish of giggles from your end, “my hoodie, I want my hoodie, please and thank you.” 

“you have like a million other hoodies.” the response seems to have taken him by surprise and he brings a hand up to the left side of his chest in mock offence. albeit the obvious exaggeration, the statement had some truth to it, in his closet hung a variety of sweaters and hoodies, in a range of colours. 

“so do you,” he shoots back a smirk when you spin around and grab the milk and pour it in. 

“but mine aren’t as oversized and soft and warm as yours” you shrug inwards a little with a smiley expression and bring your cup of tea over to the island. the tea is scorching hot, but you bring the lip of the cup to your mouth anyways, signalling the end to the conversation, or so you thought. 

daniel continues to keep his eyes on you, brows narrowed in concentration and he shuffles towards the fridge, feigning a search for something inside. it almost seems like the conversation silence aids in his search for another argument, and after a few quiet moments, his hand pauses on the door handle, his head jerking in your direction. 

“bu-I…. you…” he stumbles, scrambling for some sort of comeback until he sighs, turning to the fridge again. with a bottle of apple juice in his hand he says “you won’t win next time” before taking a gulp. 

you hide your smile at his response behind a sip of your tea, knowing well you will in fact win the next time, and the next one after that….

(i am so sorry this is horrible)

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[chilling-seavey]

Omg 😦 Daniel found my blog!! He says you all should follow me and comment on my writing <3 I think you should listen to him!!

[slowdownatthelotusinn]

Ardently Chapter Two || (WDW Pride and Prejudice AU)

Summary: During the Michaelmas ball held at Meryton House, Prudence and Lucia make new acquaintances in the form of sensible and witty, Mr. Frantzich, and his sullen friend, Mr. Seavey. All is not as it appears, and one is left desiring more.

Pairings: Daniel Seavey x OFC, Jonah Marais x OFC

Word count: 2,412

A/N: I kind of wish I’d spent some more time describing the ball itself, but I was more focused on developing the characters and their interactions. Next time.

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Lively music swelled and swirled through the Great Hall at Meryton House. The ball’s attendees were in high spirits as the evening’s events progressed with great rapture and delight. Among the party’s guests, were the Abbott family; of which the matriarch bustled about on quick feet, chatting with any and all who would hear of her intentions to make known her girls to Netherfield’s accomplished visitor. Many of Meryton’s women shared Mrs. Abbott’s ideals and made known their own plans, though these did very little deter the woman who had every confidence her own Lucia and Prudence were well ahead of the other young ladies in regards to proper prospects.

Anna, Meg, and middle sister, Cora had taken leave of their mother as quickly as possible, with the two youngest out enjoying themselves among the crowd of their neighbours and friends already dancing. A joyous occasion Michaelmas was.

Prudence, for all she enjoyed her solitude, rather loved the turnout of the night. She sat nestled between her sister, Lucia, and dear friend, Zachary Herron, surveying the crowd of dancers and loiterers. A warm pink dusted the apples of Prudence’s cheeks, a soft giggle spilling forth of her lips as she touched her forehead quickly to Zachary’s in a moment of shared secret.

A dear girl of twenty-one and a dreamer in her own right, Prudence Abbott was a rare beauty to behold. Delicate features framed a beautiful face set with warm eyes, soft cheeks, and a gentle smile. Her dark hair she often wore pulled back in a loose bun, or left to cascade in waves around her shoulders when alone.

A lover of books and knowledge, Prudence often found that passing time amid people such as her mother and her friends, left more to be desired than it gave. She found conversation stirred greater between individuals like Zachary, or the characters in her novels, than with people she spent time on a regular basis. That’s not to say she didn’t enjoy her family, but simply that she often found their company lacking when all of their focus was on the romance of society and not also it’s logic.

She turned to Lucia beside her, once allowing herself a moment to breathe, and pointed out, “Now, if every every man in the room does not end the evening with you, then I am no judge of beauty.”

Lucia, a year older at twenty-two, had fair skin and bright eyes. Softer spoken than Prudence, her gentle manner appeared more socially acceptable, though Lucia wasn’t one for small talk or large crowds. She, like her family, did enjoy the occasional ball and mingle, but much preferred simple pleasures and meeting one-on-one rather than stuffed together on principle. She attended for the sake of her mother, and for Prudence, and saw no problem with either.

“Really, Prue,” Lucia clucked. She searched the assembly, a fond smile given to her younger sisters, and turned to Prudence with a laugh. “Or men.”

“No, they are far too easy to judge.”

“They’re not all bad.”

“Humourless poppycocks, in my limited experience.”

“One of these days, Prue, someone will catch your eye and then you’ll have to watch your tongue.”

“Our Prue attempt to hold back unsolicited opinions in the presence of potential love? She couldn’t!” Zachary giggled over Prudence’s right shoulder, having returned to the conversation at hand with his imagination running wild at the thought of Prudence ever finding a time to bide her manners.

The music died out, all dancing and conversation ceased as the doors to the hall opened once more, revealing three figures ushered in by the party’s host, Mr. Herron. For a moment, no one moved, no one breathed, the air stood still as stone while all eyes fixed on the new arrivals.

Prudence leaned over to whisper in Zachary’s ear, “So, which one of the painted peacocks is our Mr. Frantzich?” she asked, having set eyes on the trio where they stood in the entranceway.

Zachary hummed. He was a young man of twenty-three, the oldest child and only son of his parents, still yet to consider securing his own match among the young women of society. As much a dreamer as Prudence or Lucia, he simply hadn’t tried, much to the dismay of his father. His honey-blond hair usually shaggy against his head, was combed back and tied off with a ribbon at the base of his skull. He gestured politely toward the evening’s newest companions. “Well, he’s on the right, and on the left is his brother.”

A tall fellow, Mr. Frantzich appeared to tower effortlessly over his brother, though their difference in height didn’t seem too great. Maybe, Prudence thought, it was the manner in which he carried himself. His friend, on the other hand, appeared much shorter, but truly was closer in height. And that, Prudence knew, definitely was in the other man’s attitude.

“And the person with the quizzical brow?” Prudence pressed on.

Together the three of them walked a pace meant to instil awe among Meryton’s patrons, scanning the masses quickly but giving no other indication of their own intentions for the room.

“That is his good friend, Mr. Seavey.”

“He looks miserable, poor soul.”

“Miserable, he may be, but poor, he most certainly is not.”

“Tell me.”

“£10,000 a year,” Zachary confessed, “and he owns half of Derbyshire.”

“The miserable half?” teased Prudence, and Zachary snorted.

As they drew close, Mr. Seavey turned to his right where Prudence and Zachary stood with Lucia. Respectfully, they bowed and curtsied as accustomed by their station, though it was not returned. Upon standing, Prudence’s eyes rose to meet that of Mr. Seavey’s; near enough to notice the deep ocean blue settled in his irises, a breathtaking colour amid such stoicism, and her breath hitched. Despite the fact that Mr. Seavey neither returned her curtsy with a bow of his own nor spoke a word of greeting to her, Prudence found herself quite intrigued by the man.

Having made their way down the line of guests, the festivities resumed and Prudence was left to ruminate on the information afforded her by her dear friend. No doubt her mother would be by soon to sweep the girls up and show them off to Mr. Frantzich as soon as possible, she’d be lucky if she could avoid such trouble. But such luck was not on her side that evening as Mrs. Abbott sashayed her way through swirling skirts to pull her daughters along.

“Mama, is this really necessary?” Prudence tried to refuse, and held Lucia’s hand for dear life as they were pulled away in a single-file train toward the unsuspecting gentleman.

“Hush, now. Oh, Cora, come.” Mrs. Abbott pulled her daughters in a row next to her, allowed room for Zachary to join behind them with Mr. Abbott as well, and offered up a too-polite smile.

“Mr. Frantzich, my oldest son you know,” Mr. Herron introduced, “Mrs. Abbott, Miss Lucia Abbott, Prudence and Miss Cora Abbott.”

Curtsies were offered as introductions made, and Mrs. Abbott couldn’t help taking up conversation as if she were given formal invitation to remain at their sides for the evening. As was her way, she launched right into her plan for the young gentleman with a dazzling smile and not a moment wasted. “It is a pleasure,” she said. “I have two others, but they’re already dancing.”

“I’m delighted to make your acquaintance,” Mr. Frantzich offered, a dimpled smile accompanied his soft tone of voice.

Mr. Herron continued, “And may I introduce Mr. Seavey of Pemberley in Derbyshire.”

Up close, Prudence added to the list in her head of Mr.Seavey’s character. He was miserable, silent, and broody. He didn’t smile or bow or make any indication that he was enjoying his time in Meryton, in fact, it was difficult to decipher anything about him. His friend, Mr. Frantzich, seemed eager to enjoy the night and a little awkward at best, but Prudence could forgive that slight indiscretion for the way he was looking at Lucia.

They’d since moved off to the side with Mr. Frantzich in their company as a break from dancing occurred, and light conversation was made in favour of shouting over the din of music.

“How do you like it here in Hertfordshire, Mr. Frantzich?” Lucia asked, smiling. Prudence couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen her sister open up in such a manner, inviting pleasant conversation with someone else who on the surface so far, was so like her.

“Very much,” he replied. An awkward pause followed, though his eyes remained trained on the young lady’s face. His hands fidgeted nervously.

“The library at Netherfield, I’ve heard, is one of the finest in the country.” Prudence would rescue them both for the sake of their own anxieties.

“Yes, it fills me with guilt. I’m not a very good reader, you see.” Mr. Frantzich hung his head low momentarily before continuing on excitedly. “I prefer being out of doors. I mean, I can read, of course.” At that Lucia smiled. “And I’m not suggesting you can’t read out of doors, of course.”

“I wish I read more,” she confessed, “but there always seems to be so many other things to do.”

Mr. Frantzich agreed easily, “Yes, that’s exactly what I meant.”

Love and pride swelled in Prudence’s heart, watching her sister accept Mr. Frantzich’s request to dance once the band began playing again. A slower tune filled the room, Prudence approached Mr. Seavey where he stood off to the side with the younger Mr. Frantzich (superior looking sort of man, who for all Prudence could figure out, seemed to detest the very event he was attending).

Stepping between the two men as the moment allowed, Prudence offered Mr. Seavey a kind smile and asked, “Do you dance, Mr. Seavey?”

“Not if I can help it,” was his curt reply. And Prudence added that, too, onto her list of things against Mr. Seavey’s character that made him the most unusual man she’d ever met.

Walking along the back of the chorus of dancers, Prudence wondered how someone so attractive in stature could be so unattractive in personality. Why, she’d never met someone so completely dull, she couldn’t understand why Mr. Seavey bothered appearing at the ball that evening if he wouldn’t find enjoyment in it. Well, whatever the case, at least Lucia had found someone with whom she could pass the time as the evening progressed. Prudence would worry about herself later.

Zachary, who’d been looking for Prudence just as well, held out his hands to draw the young woman into a hug as she approached. The atmosphere around both quickly warming in each other’s presence. “Oh, my Prue! I didn’t know you were coming to see me. What’s the matter?”

“Zachary, why must it be so hard to find someone who can share in my thoughts the way Lucia seems to have done with Mr. Frantzich? Or as I have with you, dear friend?” Prudence lamented woefully.

“Not here. Come.” Zachary led her by the hand away from the crowd, under the steps. “Now, tell me, what has happened?”

“It’s Mr. Seavey. He―”

Above them, Mr. Frantzich’s voice rang out at the splendour of the moment; the ball, the guests, the music, the dancing, and the companionship. “I’ve never seen so many pretty girls in my life.”

Mr. Seavey disagreed. “You were dancing with the only handsome girl in the room.”

“She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld. But her sister, Prudence, is very agreeable.”

“Perfectly tolerable, I dare say, but not handsome enough to tempt me. You’d better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles. You’re wasting your time with me.”

Zachary laid a comforting hand on Prudence’s cheek. “Count your blessings, Prue. If he liked you, you’d have to talk to him.”

“Precisely,” she sighed. “As it is, I wouldn’t dance with him for all of Derbyshire, let alone the miserable half.”

―

The night drawn to a close; the Abbott sisters flirted with the best of them and made introductions and acquaintances of Mr. Frantzich and Mr. Seavey. Lucia and Prudence retired to their room upon returning home, changed into their nightgowns, and crawled into bed.

Prudence’s eyes shifted about the room, unable to focus on a single point as her mind raced and replayed the evening’s events. She fidgeted restlessly next to Lucia, thinking of Mr. Seavey and his eyes of ocean blue. . .how vibrant a colour they were for one so trapped within the confines of his own harsh opinion on life. She wondered what had he to experience that could’ve left him as jaded as he seemed on the surface.

“Mr. Frantzich is just what a young man ought to be,” Lucia’s sweet voice broke the warm silence surrounding them. “Sensible, good humoured. . .”

“Handsome, conveniently rich,” Prudence cut in with a giggle.

“You know perfectly well I do not believe marriage should be driven by a lot of money.”

“I agree entirely. Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.”

“Do you really believe he liked me, Prue?”

Prudence may not have been a great judge of character, but she knew Lucia. “Lucy, he danced with you most of the night and stared at you for the rest of it. But I give you leave to like him. You’ve liked many a stupider person. Now, you’re a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.”

Lucia shook her head adamantly. “No, not his friend. Oh, I still can’t believe what he said about you.” Though shy, Lucia loved Prudence fiercely. While less prone to exhibiting outward affections, she’d make it well known if she must, how she truly felt of anyone whose fault with Prudence breached the bounds of normal social interactions.

“Mr. Seavey?” Prudence hummed. His eyes flashed once in her mind. “I could more easily forgive his vanity had he not wounded mine. But no matter, I doubt we shall ever speak again.”

Outside the fortress of their room, crickets sang the song of late night. The moon cast a silvery glow on the land below it, and Longbourn Estate drifted into a peaceful slumber filled with dreams of romance and challenge and the wonder of things uncertain.

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[myrandom-fandomlife]

So I may or may not be writing a fanfiction based on this dream I had about Daniel, who would be interested? It’s not really smut, just some hardcore making out at the end. It could potentially be multi-chaptered, if you guys like it. Anyway, hit up my asks and tell me if you want me to actually post it since it’s almost done. Also I’ll need a beta, so if you wanna do that feel free to message me or something.

[hopinglimelight]

The Night We Met pt. 2 (D.S)

Ah, the long-awaited part two. Or as I just affectionately nicknamed it “the chapter of (maybe) tears” Anything italicized is lyrics that come from the song, but some had to be changed to make sense. 

TW: A few swear words and an extremely sad theme. Death of a Major character/ after more mentions of the death. Insomnia and implied depression.

“it’s one in the morn-“

“Luna.” There was something in his voice that made me snap my eyes open, suddenly awake.

“Corbs, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

I put my phone on speaker before leaving it on the bed. “What’s wrong?” I walked over to get myself a pair of socks, and by the time I sat back down on my bed, he still hadn't responded. “Corbyn?”

“It’s Daniel.” 

I sucked in a deep breath at his whimper. I knew deep down inside that I had to keep my calm. “Where is Dani, Corbyn?”

He let out a long deep sob, and then there was the rustling of the phone. 

“Hey, Luna.”

“Jonah Marais Roth Frantzich. You tell me where Daniel is right the instant.”

“He’s at the hospital and he’s been asking to see you. You know the one, right?”

“Yeah, Jonah… is there something that you guys aren’t telling me?”

He sighed. “Just hurry and get down here, please?” 

“Fine.” 

I grabbed my keys and hopped in my car. I turned on the radio and drove in silence. I was expecting something minor. A broken wrist or maybe his appendix was acting up. I didn’t expect the look I saw in the receptionist’s eyes. I didn’t expect to see all four of the boys crying in the waiting room. 

“Guys?” I asked, voice cracking. My heart completely jumped out of my chest and landed with a splat on the floor. That’s where it would remain. 

“He wants to see you. He got in a bad car accident.”

“Jack, I don’t know if I can.”

“Please, Luna.” The bloodshot eyes of Zach met mine, and that was the moment I knew. This wasn’t some minor injury. This was serious. So serious, that they don’t know if he’ll make it out of this hospital.

“Miss Grant?” I nodded. “I’m Dr. Casey. I’m here to update you on Mr. Seavey’s health. From everyone’s understanding, he was driving and got hit straight on by another car. Then, he ended up running into a telephone pole, or another vehicle, on the driver’s door before flipping his vehicle. He is suffering from extreme internal bleeding from the level of severity of the crash. Be careful around his abdomen, as that’s where the blood is going. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing that we can do for him. We don’t expect him to make it through the night.” 

The doctor confirmed my thoughts. My best friend, the love of my life, is going to die. Dr. Casey offered me a sad look, and I swear I could see a tear in his eye.

“Don’t you, you guys want to. Anyone want to see him?” I stumbled over my words.

“No, we already said-” Zach couldn’t even say it. The dreaded word. Goodbye.

So I turned away from them and sucked in another deep breath. Without crying, I walked into Daniel’s hospital room.

“Hey, Lunar Eclipse.” he perked up as much as he could when I walked in. His ribs were wrapped up, I assume to keep him comfortable. I hate to say it, but I was kind of thankful so then I didn't have to see his abdomen. 

I internally winced. “Hi, Dani.”

So we sat in silence. I felt guilty. He was dying and I didn’t even have the balls to talk to him. I looked over and saw him staring at me.

“What do you need Dani?”

“Nothing, just admiring how beautiful you are.”

“But-”

“I broke up with Jessica.” He cut me off. “I realized how much of a wedge she put between us. I realized I couldn't lose you. I Love you Luna Noelle Grant and I hate myself for the fact that I took me dying to tell you.”

I scooted my chair closer to him. I leaned in and pressed my forehead on his. “I love you too Daniel James Seavey. I have loved you since that first night, and I will love you forever.” 

I disconnected our foreheads, grabbing his hand. The skin was starting to go frighteningly cold, horrible in contrast to the warm, lively skin he once had. Silence. New, comfortable silence. We watched the sun come up. He made it through the night. Even the doctors were surprised. They said my presents brought out something in him. I was the reason he made it this far. However, I knew we didn't have much longer, and he seemed to know that too.

“Please. Can you play that song? Do you know the one? From way back to the night we met.”

So I did. I took out my phone and gave my lover his last dying wish. As the words of Ed Sheeran filled our ears, I put my forehead back on his. I ignored the deadly cold. As the last lyric rang out, Daniel used his last bit of energy and kissed me. The short, weak, kiss meant the world to me. The first and the last given to me by Daniel. With one last “I love you, Luna,” my angel flatlined. 

That's when I finally started crying out my tears of grief and frustration. My lover came and went. I was alone, Daniel was gone and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do.

Months passed, and everyone started getting better. Except me. I never slept, I had to see a therapist. I refused to move on. 

My eyes flicked behind my therapist's head. His soft brown hair rested on his forehead, just like the first time I saw him, his eyes visible through the gaps he left. “I see him again,” I told her one day. 

“Luna, that's just your conscience. He’s not really there. Ignore him.”

I tried to listen, but I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the memories of Daniel out of my head. I was told that it was from the insomnia I developed. I think it's his actual ghost and that kills me.

“I don’t know what I'm supposed to do when I'm being haunted by the ghost of you,” I told him one night.

I often thought back to those few times the night he died To the subtle times when the night was full of terror and our eyes were filled with tears. To the time before our kiss, when he had not touched me yet. The first time I ever saw Daniel was probably the best night of my life. There was something different about him. He wasn’t like any guy from the past I'd dated. I had fallen and the night I knew I had done so? That was the night we met. I just wish we could go back, to relive the positive memories. Only a handful of times did I wish to go back so that I could tell myself not to ride along with him. That I just went straight into my home the first time. So then I wouldn't seem like the only traveler on the trail of life to not be searching for a trail to follow, again. I am the only one who has not repaid their debt to Daniel. I am the reason he died. He was coming for me that night. I was the one to blame. I spent so much more time begging. I’d look at the sky, my therapist, my family, anyone. I’d ask the same thing every time.

“Please, take me back to the night we met.”

[smolboiseavey]

Pocket! Why don’t we 🥺

Inspired by @seungmin-jpeg and @jinyoungsir uwu

- okay literally

- Imagine how cute !!

- Tiny babie™️ why don’t we as tiny pocket people omg I cannot

- ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

- They could ride around in your pocket or sit in your hair and WKFKWKEKD so cute

- Anyway, onto the specifics

- You might be wondering, what would it be like living with pocket sized™️ why don’t we?

- Well, dear reader, it would be a mess, of course

- But a wonderful mess (๑>◡<๑)

- It isn’t unusual for at least one of them to travel around with you in your bag or pencil case when going to school

- Or when you’re running errands, they’ll sit in your hood or pocket

- How cute!

- It does tend to get a little annoying sometimes though...

- “Y/N!!! Look a puppy~ Can we go pet it?”

- “Y/N! Can we buy more snacks?”

- “No, we just bought some yesterday” d(￣ ￣)

- “Pwease?”

- You never really minded, however, as they’re just too adorable !!

- Daniel likes sitting on your shoulder or in your hair the best~

- He’ll sing to you quietly while you make dinner or do homework

- Gives the best advice!

- And always asks you about your day and loves listening to everything you tell him about

- He’s clingy AF, and will hug your shoulder or neck when you sleep

- Almost never lets you go ANYWHERE without him

- “Where are you going? Can I come with you?!”

- Babie™️

- Will pout and give you puppy eyes until you give him what he wants

- He always tugs on your fingers or tries to grab your pencil out of your hand when you aren’t giving him attention

- “Pay attention to me~” (￣^￣)ゞ

- Enjoys sitting down and drawing whenever he’s not out adventuring with you

- Even though all the stationary is twice his size

- Will sometimes write poems and songs for you uwu

- Has a ton of tiny instruments that he plays all! The! Time!

- “How was your day today, Y/N? Tell me everything!”

- You can usually find Corbyn sitting at your computer or tugging away your phone

- He just loves looking through your Instagram feed and playing games on whatever he can get his hands on

- Definitely will recite vines to you randomly in the middle of the night

- “Hey~ hey Y/N”

- “Corbs sweetie it’s 3am, what do you want?”

- “Road work ahead? Uh- yeah, I sure hope it does!”

- Then he’ll burst into a fit of laughter before telling you more vines lmao

- You also got him a tiny toy car he can drive around in

- It’s not uncommon to find him driving around your home with jonah in the passenger seat

- “Skrt skrt~ get in loser we’re going Sh0pPiNg”

- He likes sitting in your hood the most

- And if you’re not wearing a hoodie, he’ll usually find his way into your front pocket

- “It gives me a new perspective on the world~” he’ll always say

- Hypes you up!! So much !!

- Helps you with your Instagram feed

- ~tries~ to help you take pictures

- But usually your phone is wayyy too big for him to hold up （ ; ; ）

- “They should make pocket sized cameras! Then I’d be able to take Instagram pictures for you.” ~_~;

- Jonah is like, the dad of the group

- He’s usually put in charge of the house whenever you’re gone

- Big uwu

- Once tried to drink coffee from a normal sized mug and almost fell in ∑(ﾟДﾟ)

- So from then on you gave him his fix of coffee in those tiny porcelain mugs that usually come in tiny doll tea sets

- Loves when you read to him

- Like, so much

- Sometimes he’ll read too

- Everyone will sit around the book and you and him would take turns reading chapters

- Zach doesn’t really stay for long though, he has such a short attention span lol

- This man has NO shame

- He likes sleeping on your chest the best

- Will snuggle up in your boobs without warning

- Almost always trying to persuade you to wear low cut tops so he can just plop down on your chest

- “It’s so warm and soft here though~”

- If he can’t be on your chest, usually climbs into your back pocket

- Will sometimes try to help you cook

- But the most he can do is make tiny eggs and MAYBE mac and cheese

- You always let him help though uwu

- Jack is one of the rowdier ones of the bunch

- Is usually belting out lyrics or screaming about something

- If he’s not yelling, there’s either something wrong or he’s asleep

- Likes to pull pranks on you and the other boys

- Nothing harmful though!

- Loves sitting on your shoulder and braiding your hair

- Sometimes will get tangled in your hair when sleeping and stuff though

- “Y/N! Help!”

- “Are you stuck in my hair again?”

- “...maybe”

- Prefers the pocket™️

- Will snuggle into your hoodie pocket whenever he travels with you

- Likes to go watch movies with you~

- Will go with you to the store and ALWAYS asks for snacks

- Legit no matter what, he’ll ask for candies or a bag of chips or something

- And 99.99% of the time, you cave and buy him whatever he asks for

- Dramatic AF

- Sometimes will fall off the table (don’t worry, he’s okay!) just because

- “Stop doing that! I swear you give me a heart attack every time.”

- “Sorry Y/N! It’s just for the extra pizzazz I swear”

- Jokes around a lot and loves to make you laugh

- Loves sitting in your hair in the morning and helps picks out your outfit for the day!

- “Definitely wear that with this top! You’d look so good in that fit”

- Sometimes play fights with Zach ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

- Nothing too violent tho !

- Zach is the babie of the group

- Will pass for nothing but traveling in your hand

- And if he can’t be in your hand, usually is just as comfortable chilling on your shoulder with Daniel

- But he just loves snuggling into your palm

- Will sometimes cling onto your fingers too uwu

- A big jokester too

- Helps jack with his pranks a lot !

- Likes it when you play with his hair

- Unless it’s one of those days when he’s spent hours and hours on his hair

- Then it’s no touching !! At all

- He loves putting on little plays and shows for you

- A tiny actor™️

- Will sometimes force the other boys to take part in his productions wheeze

- Sings a lot too !

- Never not singing along to the music you play or harmonizing with the other boys

- You can usually find Zach doodling next to Daniel

- Or watching tv in the living room

- Or cuddled up in your palm 🥺

- They’re super cute and take care of you !!

- Even though they super annoy you sometimes you wouldn’t trade them for anything else

- In conclusion, pocket why don’t we needs to be real and I love them

Oh my god, Sammy wrote something?! And it’s about Why Don’t We?!?! Yes, dear reader, you heard that right! I’m back bitches ٩( ᐛ )و I wanted to try out the bulleted list style of writing and honestly it’s super cute and fun~ I might do it more often uwu

taglist uwu: @gracenadinelimelight, @katie-avery​, @seaveyssparkle​, @kvd963, @dagmara-mae, @jennasgolden, @helloatomicshadow, @sfx-bands, @only-stan-mendes, @whydontwenorway@boredombesson @fratnielluer @seaveylicious @daliseavey1 @aquigley24 @thisgrlrocks03 this taglist is super outdated please let me know if you want to be removed or added :))

[inocent-as-a-rose]

Lipstick stain || J.M.

Warning: maybe some cursing?

Summary: inspired by the trust fund baby music video.

Jonah p.o.v

I've been standing here for about 16 minutes waiting for my friend Daniel to pick me up and drive me to school. I've called him 3 times but he doesn't pick up his phone.

Suddenly my phone rings and i see that Daniel's calling me.

"Yo, Daniel, bro, where are you, I've called you like 20 times?" I yell "Chill, bro, I overslept, everything's fine I'm almost here!" He answers and he ends the call before I can say anything.

Daniel pulls over the car and i drop my bag in the trunk. We do a handshake and I hop in the seat next to his.

We're driving to school 'cause we're already late. The car drives over a bump "shit" daniel sighs "what happened?" I ask "we have a puncture"

Daniel pulls over the car but we nearly hit a girl sitting on the side of the road. We both get out of the car and Daniel immediately runs over to the girl.

I walk over to the back of the car trying to look at the tire. "Yo loverboy, come help me fix your piece of crap car" I yell at Daniel who comes over to me.

We look at the tire and realise that either of us can fix the tire when the girl comes over and drops to her knees next to the car.

"Do you have a spare tire?"

The girl helped us fix the tire, turns out her name is Rose. Daniel kinda has a crush on her. We ended up driving her to school.

"We can't thank you enough (y/n), but we need to go now" I says while I take my bag out of the trunk.

Daniel looks a bit disappointed but says "I guess i'll see you around then?" "Yeah" Rose says sadly. I push Daniel's shoulder "common bro" Daniel looks around at Rose and then we walk down the hall.

(Y/n) p.o.v.

"Finally!" I sigh as Jonah enters the batting cage.

"I'm really sorry (y/n) but Daniel overslept and we got a puncture along the way" he answers.

"It's okay" I assure him, "I practiced a little bit while you were gone"

I throw the ball the first time and he hits it with his bat. We do it a couple of times and it only gets worse. He never seems to hit them anymore.

"You know our rules Jonah, one more miss and you have to treat me on MacDonalds" I laugh.

"HEY, that's unfair!" He yells "well, it's not my fault that you can't seem to play baseball anymore" i smirk "I hate you" he mumbles "love you toooo!" I yell

I thorw the ball again desperately hoping he'll miss it so he has to treat me on fries.

"Yass!!" I yell as Jonah misses the ball "I win!" "I don't like this game" he says and he walks out of the cage

"See you tomorrow!" I yell after him "In MacDonalds" I can practically feel him smiling.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

"I love you Jonah, i mean, your my best friend and i'm supposed to love you and support you in everything you do, but you really should get a car, or at least a bike, I'm tired of always having to pick you up!" I laugh as I eat my fries which Jonah paid for.

"I know (y/n) but, Daniel picks me up and drives me how every day, I don't need a bike if it's just for our MacDonalds meetings because you can pick me up" he explains.

"I hate you" I sigh "i know you love me" he smirks "I hate how I can't even hate you"

"By the way, are you comming to the game on Saturday?" He asks "of course, I always come, why?" "Oh I was just wondering"

"Do you think coach will let you play?" I ask. "Why wouldn't he?" Says Jonah. "Because suddenly you're really bad at baseball" i laugh.

"OH, HA HA, verry funny (y/n)!" He says while throwing some fries to me.

"No, really, what's going on?" I ask now concerned. "I don't really know, i guess i'm just stressed" he sighs.

"You know what? We are going to do something fun, to get your mind of things" i tell him and i stand up and throw my garbage in the trashcan and he does the same.

We walk to my car and we get in. After a 10 minute drive i park my car on the parking of the local mall which (surprisingly) was still open.

We walk inside and i immediately go towards the first make up store I see.

"So what exactly are we doing here?" Jonah asks confused."You'll see, but first i need a dark, bright, red lipstick" i say.

"Is this one red enough?" He asks holding up a lipstick. "I don't know, let me try it"

I take the lipstick and open it. "Give me your hand" "what? Why?" He says while sticking out his hand for me.

I turn it around so the back of his hand is facing me and i draw a little hart on his hand. "Jep, this is a great color!" He just chuckles.

I pay for the lipstick and go to the bathroom. Before Jonah can ask i pull him into the women bathroom.

"Do you have your phone?" I ask him "yeah, why?" "Can i use it?" "Uhh, yeah, sure?"

He hands me his phone and i unlock it with my fingerprint.

I search for a picture and start to recreate it. Once Jonah realised whet i was doing he started helping me. After 30 minutes the bathroom looks like this

We take a picture and get out of the bathroom. We are the only ones left in the mall because it's quite late already.

"Hey! You two!" A man yells at us. We both turn around. For a minute i hold my breath thinking he caught us. "You should leave, we're closing in 10 minutes"

I release my breath "it's okay, we were leaving anyway" Jonah answers.

We silently walk away. The moment we are outside we burst into laughter.

"That. Was. Awesome!" Jonah yells once he's done laughing.

We both walk back to my car. "I know right" i laugh. "I love pulling harry potter pranks on people"

We both get back to my car. "Can i drive?" Jonah asks. "You? Drive MY car?" I look at him with wide eyes. "HEY! Just because i don't own a car doesn't mean i can't drive!"

"Show me what you got" i laugh while throwing my keys at him and hopping in the passenger seat.

While he drives i take out the lipstick that was still in my pocket. I look in the little mirror in front of me and start applying the lipstick.

"Are yóú, (y/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), using make-up? Jonah says surprised. "Yes, Jonah Marais Roth Franzich, i am doing my make up."

"I've never seen you wearing make up!"

"That's because i never wear make up, but if it's a nice color i might as well wear the lipstick instead of just throwing it away."

After a ten minute drive we stop at Jonah's house. "I would say 'thanks for the ride' but i drove" Jonah smirks.

"Yeah, i get it now, you can drive!" I say annoyed but he just chuckles at me.

"Anyways, i'll see you in school tomorrow!" He says. "Sure," i give him a kiss on his cheek and the lipstick leaves a mark, "bye Jonah"

He walks out and waves at me and then get inside. Trough the small window next to his front door i can see him smirk at the mirror looking at the lipstick mark i left.

I smile at the sight and drive home.