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21burritoseavey · 3 years

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Like Everybody Else - daniel seavey imagine

a/n: I hope you like this, i didn’t want to make it too sad lol. Also, kinda random but how many of you use :), :( or :/ in texts? cos I do. Let me know what you think.

Song: Lennon Stella, Like Everybody Else

Run fast, run away, run straight into the loneliness

It isn't only home I miss

“How's tour?” Y/n asked excitedly, taking a seat on the cushioned floor next to Anna.

Daniel smiled gently, “It’s...great.” Daniel spoke gingerly. “It would be so much better if you were with me” He continued easily.

“Aww, Dani” Y/n’s cheeks flushed bright pink at his sweet words, and she giggled timidly.

“Aww, you two are just the cutest” Anna said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. Him and Y/n chuckled lightly on opposite ends of the FaceTime call.

“How are you two doing then?” Daniel asked with a tight smile.

“We’re doing great! Keri’s gonna take us snowboarding tomorrow with your family!” Y/n spoke positively. Daniel’s eyes lingered fondly on Y/n’s. He happily relished in the feeling of love that played in her toothy smile and soft gaze.

Daniel’s blurry, muddled mind cleared as memories of past family adventures emerged at the sight of innocent kids playing in the distant snow from out the window. The snow fell as gracefully as feathers.

Daniel turned back to his phone after what seemed like ages. “That’s great. I’m glad you’re having so much fun.” He said quietly. “I miss you guys so much.” He breathed, his voice slightly wavering. The girls didn’t notice the slight sadness etched in his voice. He rushed to end the call, not wanting to fall apart in front of them. “I gotta go. I love you guys!” He rushed out before hanging up. He tossed his phone to the edge of his bunk and set his face in his hands morosely.

Like the night all my friends got together

Heard about it afterwards

Didn't think was gunna hurt so much

Daniel trudged out of the interview room tiredly. His bandmates followed close behind with faces full of energy and voices dripping in excitement. The boys’ brand-new freedom allowed for tons of new adventures in the unexplored town and while the other guys almost sprinted out of the building, Daniel wanted nothing more than to be alone with his thoughts. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and tapped Y/n’s name on messages nearly unknowingly, like it was muscle memory. “Daniel, come on, we’re waiting outside.” Jonah called gently from a few paces away. Daniel lifted his gaze and let a small smile play on his lips as he spoke. “Yeah, just a sec.”

“Hi” He typed quickly, shuffling his feet slowly toward the elevator. His screen illuminated after a few seconds.

“Hey:)” Y/n responded. Daniel’s tense body relaxed at the simple message from his girlfriend, and he let the corners of his lips pull upwards to form a faint smile.

“What you up to?” He continued. A moment later he received a photo from Y/n and opened his hesitantly. The image loaded to reveal Y/n with a couple other friends of theirs. The dark atmosphere sparked his memory and he remembered Oscar’s birthday party. Their happy faces shone bright even in the nearly non-existent light of the club. Daniel’s smile faltered at the sight of them and he couldn’t help but feel a great amount of envy swallow his mood. He wanted them to be happy, but he wanted to be happy too.

“Daniel,” Jonah whispered sharply again. It was only at that moment that Daniel realised he had barely moved from his initial spot, and he chuckled lightly at his friend’s serious expression. He jogged over. “What’s got you so glum?” Jonah asked teasingly as they headed into the empty elevator. He turned back to see Daniel truthfully upset and his expression quickly broke. “What’s up, man?” He asked earnestly, setting a comforting hand on Daniel’s back.

“Y/n...and the others...” Daniel said simply, dropping his gaze to his pink sneakers.

Jonah looked a little bewildered. He narrowed his eyes, “What? What do you mean? Did they do something?” He rushed out.

“D-don’t worry about it.” Daniel dismissed with a gentle shrug. He averted his gaze to the sign above the door and watched it light up silently as they reached their floor.

Why if I'm doin' so well

Did I build a wall between me and the world?

Daniel was sitting up on his bunk bed, leaning against his single pillow with his legs stretched out and ankles crossed lightly. He was still dressed in his outfit - too tired of even changing into something comfier. He stared blankly at his Instagram timeline on his phone, scrolling mindlessly through photos etched with fun and adventure. The high, creaking noise of the door swinging open shot Daniel out of his faint trance, and he looked up expectantly.

“Hey, the guys and I are going out to dinner? Wanna come?” Zach asked, making his way further into the narrow hallway of the tour bus. Daniel shook his head lightly.

“Nah it’s fine” He muttered as casually as he could. He felt a swell of emotion wash over him unexpectedly.

“You sure? You said no last week as well.” Zach asked, peeking a brow at the boy across from him.

“Yep” Daniel said quickly, swallowing back the lump in his throat. He pulled a tight smile, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in his stomach. Zach nodded gently, turning away towards the door, but just before he came to it, he looked over his shoulder one last time to Daniel. He let his eyes linger on his downcast eyes lit up by the screen in front of him before walking forwards and shutting the door behind him.

Daniel sighed in relief and dragged his palm over his face tiredly. He kicked off his shoes and watched them drop carelessly on the floor. He tugged the throw blanket at the foot of his bed closer and pulled it right up to his chin tightly, letting his eyes linger to the dark night sky aglow with city lights. He glanced at his cheery bandmates sauntering out of the bus and onto the footpaths with nothing but joy in their step. Daniel wanted to feel like them too, more than they could ever comprehend.

Been drilled in my head forever, be better, turns out

I'm just like everybody else

Daniel burnt the midnight oil often. He usually found daytime band rehearsals too overwhelming to focus. His gentle piano playing broke the serene silence of the night, coaxing a beautiful, soothing melody until it was interrupted by the wrong note, caused by the slip of his finger. Daniel huffed deeply, resting his head aggressively on the keys in annoyance. It produced a muddled sequence of notes and Daniel felt the vibrations buzz through his head. He lifted his head, slouching back on the bench. He finally felt a great swell of anxiety drown his mind. The previous, harsh critiques from Randy reverberated in his head continuously and he couldn’t get his mind to stop spinning with self-doubt.

Daniel sighed deeply. He bit his lip in an attempt to stop his frustrated tears from pouring down his face. He looked around the empty and gloomy rehearsal room and let it all go. He hid his face in his hands tiredly while he cried. The dull ache in his heart was all he could think about, but he merely let himself feel the pain he thought he deserved. A few long minutes later, when Daniel thought he’d cried all the tears left in him, Daniel lifted himself up stiffly from the piano. He rubbed his temples gently before flipping the sheet music to the next page and continuing.

Don't even go near a mirror, it’ll kill ya

Trust me, you don't wanna see yourself

“Guys” A crew member came back into the dressing room. “You’ve got three minutes.” He reminded before rushing out into the hallway again. Daniel turned back to the mirror as he adjusted the cuffs of his dress shirt again.

“Does this look alright to you?” He turned to Jack, pointing to his black and white suit.

“Yeah,” Jack laughed lightly. “It’s fire...for the five - hundredth time” He joked, “why?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Daniel started, glaring over his shoulder to Jack again. “Maybe it’s ‘cause we’re going to a red-carpet event.” He said nervously.

“Don’t sweat it, dude. We’ll be fine.” Jack reassured.

Daniel nodded. His gaze persisted on the smudged, full length mirror standing in front of him. In truth, it wasn’t just his appearance he was worried about. It was also his talent. The thought of being in the presence of A list celebrities and artists he greatly admired sent everlasting shivers down Daniel’s spine.

Fuck the noise, It's too late, It's the choices

Now I don't even wanna be someone

“Dani.” Jack called gently from across the table. “Daniel.” He said blankly after a moment.

“Daniel.” Zach’s hand slammed hard on the table causing a loud thump to echo through Daniel’s whirling mind and he looked up from his downcast gaze to his bandmates cluelessly. “It’s your turn” Zach said, gesturing to the Monopoly board set on the table.

The dim light of the lamp casted a warm glow to the lounge room. Daniel sat lazily with his legs tossed on the coffee table. Daniel’s face broke into a soft smile. “Oh right. Sorry.” He chuckled. He leaned over, picked up the dice in one hand and rolled it.

“You okay, man?” Corbyn inquired honestly, eyes flickering to Daniel.

“Yeah...you haven’t really…been here tonight.” Jonah asked carefully. His face was brimming with concern. Daniel’s gentle smile faltered, and his eyes wandered nervously before landing on his bandmates again.

“Y-yeah, yeah. I’m just tired.” He shrugged hesitantly, “don’t worry,” he added. He dropped his gaze back to the board and rested his chin in his hands.

That's nice, champagne, what a shame, It doesn't work on me

So don't go wastin' your money

Everybody in this room is too hard, too pretty, I'm tired

I just wanna be nobody

Daniel sat awkwardly at a circular table in the fancy, high end restaurant. The cacophony of polite chatter and clattering of fine cutlery filled his ears and he could barely focus on his own table’s conversation. “Daniel.” The sound of his name being called had Daniel diverting his stare to the older man opposite him. His sharp, strong features only complemented his staid personality.

“Yes.” Daniel spoke as elegantly as he could. He tried not to let his nervousness peak through his calm facade and he wiped his slightly dampened forehead with the back of his hand.

“Your managers over here tell me you’re quite the song writer.” He stated the faintest hint of a smile present on his lips. Daniel’s face flushed with nervousness. He cleared his throat with a slight chuckle and dropped his fork onto his plate.

“I try my best.” He grinned. “But yea...I really enjoy it.” He finished shyly. He washed down the tension flooding his body with a sip of his champagne.

The older man glared at Daniel before honestly saying, “you know, this opportunity is extremely selective. We only pick one applicant a year.” Daniel glanced at him expectantly, trying to ignore the tightening twist of his stomach. “There are many artists that enjoy writing.” He finished.

“I understand-” Daniel tried but he was interrupted.

“He’s a great writer, take it from me” Randy intervened swiftly. He shot a glare to Daniel before leaning his elbows on the table to converse gravely with the other man. Daniel reluctantly focused back on his nearly full plate - he barely ate because of his anxiety. He shoved a forkful of food into his mouth.

What made me think I was special? I'm not special

Turns out I'm like everybody else

This song sounds exactly like 5SOS

They are just a like 1D

Their music sounds the same

Daniel typically took criticism with grace and modestly, but this time was different. The rims of his eyes were red from glaring at Instagram comments under his music announcement post for almost one hour straight. His fingers readily hovered over the word ‘reply’, prepared to sincerely explain how different his band’s songs were and how much work went into producing them.

In the back of his mind, Daniel couldn’t help but believe their hurtful words. He set down his phone on the floor to the side in an effort to stop his mind from whirling out of control. He drew up his knees in embarrassment and hid his face against them tiredly. He let his anxiety-stricken face relax and tears flowed gently down his face.

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chilling-seavey · 3 years

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Qui Totum Vult Totum Perdit (d.s.) - 5

A/N Now the long chapters are really starting

Warnings: This story is centered around a murder so there will be graphic descriptions of blood, death/manslaughter, dealing with corpses, possible domestic abuse (physical/verbal), crime/covering up a crime, shock/grief, and other possibly heavy or triggering topics. Please read at your own discretion.

Avalon’s purse was left on the kitchen island right by the door. It was on its side as if it had been thrown there in some sort of haste when she came inside. I picked it up and ruffled through the small bag; pushing aside the tube of lipstick, small medicine bottle, few feminine hygiene products, and her wallet before accessing her phone.

Her lockscreen was a photo of me, taken on our honeymoon some time by the resort pool. If I didn’t feel the breath of shame and guilt on my neck, that certainly sealed it in. I typed in her passcode but was met with ‘incorrect pin’. I tried again, only to receive the same message. Since when did she change her passcode and not tell me?

We must ignore the fact that I changed mine a few weeks back without telling her as well.

The last thing I wanted to have to do was facial recognition, but it seemed that was my only option.

So I found myself back in the studio, patting softly over the blood soaked rug to the body of my wife to stick her iPhone in her face. Jonah watched from the doorway as I crouched down carefully on the balls of my feet and held the screen towards Avalon’s blank expression. The phone unlocked and the home screen appeared. I didn’t look at her for too long – honestly I couldn’t without risking being sent to empty my stomach again – and I simply took her phone over to the studio couch and sat down on the arm. Jonah stood beside me to watch over my shoulder as I opened up her contacts app and scrolled down to J.

You can imagine my surprise when the very first contact under that letter was simply the letter itself. It was too easy. I brought up any messages she had with that person and scrolled to the top of the reasonably short text thread. They had messaged her first,

Hey. Thanks for reaching out. I’ll have the stuff together for the end of the week as promised.

Great! Looking forward to it.

When’s your fiancé out next? I can drop by your place if you want.

He usually works late every day so whenever is good. Lunch tomorrow maybe?

Yeah, sounds good. See you then :)

There was only one other date that they had messaged – at least by text – and it was also a short yet cryptic conversation.

If you’re ready today I can come by. Daniel’s held up in meetings so I’m alone.

Yeah that’s fine. I’m at the Lincoln Motel in Pasadena. Room 19. Come by whenever.

1559 Lincoln Ave

Okay! I’ll head over now. I’m excited! :)

The green monster was never a kind friend, dear reader, and I couldn’t help but feel near sick again with the question as to if my wife had been cheating on me. Sure, I was no perfect man and I seemed to put a lot of my efforts into my work – maybe more than I should have – but never would I have dreamt about being unfaithful to her. Seemed as though she had thought differently. I locked Avalon’s phone and slid it in my pocket as I stood up, trying to act like it was something that just rolled off my back.

“What the fuck.” Jonah breathed.

I pushed a hand through my hair and rubbed the back of my neck tensely, ignoring his rhetorical question.

“You okay?” Jonah asked, setting his hand on my shoulder.

“Fine.” I nodded stiffly.

“Do you want to stop by the motel?”

I contemplated his offer for a moment. It was on the way out of state anyway and it would have been nice to get some answers. Maybe it would even help me figure out what happened to Avalon. This mysterious J person wasn’t necessarily in my good books at the moment.

“Yeah. We should.” I finally answered.

The first step before we could leave was to clean up the brutal scene that I had found myself amidst just in case anyone was to come past while we were gone. Our safest bet was to keep Avalon with us until we figured out what had happened; this was imperative especially if it came to the possible outcome where I had killed her. I grabbed an extra towel from under the sink in the studio and Jonah and I stood beside the body.

“Jesus Christ.” Jonah breathed as we stared at her.

I held the towel out to him, “You tuck this under her. I’ll lift her up.”

He nodded silently and watched as I stepped over my wife who was still laying out over the ruined rug. With one foot on either side of her, I bent down and slid my hands under her armpits and just around her back. She was terribly cold and I could feel it through the shirt she was still wearing. Ironic choice of words, but it was chilling.

Jonah slid the towel underneath her and the strain of me holding her limp body up caused more blood to trickle out of the gash across her neck and I looked away to keep from seeing any more. Waking up in it was enough. We moved down her body and I held up her hips so Jonah could tug the towel completely underneath her.

“Let’s move her to the hardwood.” I instructed flatly and we each took two corners of the towel to hoist her up off the blood-soaked rug.

Jonah and I shuffled across the studio and gently set her down on the hardwood in front of the front door to keep her off the rug. The knife still rested on the carpet, glinting teasingly in the late morning sun and I finally worked up the nerve to bend down and pick it up.

“I’ll leave you alone when you get it through your head what a psychotic bitch you’re being!”

“I’m psychotic?” she shrieked, whipping around to face me once we both entered the studio and I flicked on the light. The large collection of wedding gifts was piled neatly along the kitchenette counter and on the couch, the rest of the small single room building taken up by all of my music equipment. Avalon got right up in my face, pointing her finger at me behind furious brown eyes, and screaming until the minimal soundproofing almost muffled the edges of her voice, “Look at yourself! Screaming at me for simply missing my husband on our honeymoon! You’re so fucking psychotic it’s nearly goddamn comedic!”

“I’m not going to keep having this same argument with you, Avalon! I’m getting so sick of needing to defend myself against you time and time again! You just don’t respect me or my job!”

“Who even are you?” she scoffed humourlessly, “It’s nothing about respect, it’s about you being a decent human being – a decent husband – and actually showing me that you care about me!”

“Avalon, I swear to God if you don’t-”

“If I don’t what? Shut up? Be a good little wife and shut up and look pretty for you? Big important business tycoon Daniel Seavey is going to…do what exactly?”

With the knife in my hand, my eyes drifted to the stack of wedding gifts on the studio couch, the thin polished wooden box on the top capturing my attention. The lid was left open, revealing the velvet trimmed interior and the rest of the silver knives resting in a row inside. It was a wedding gift from my brother, the high-end knife set purchased and engraved with our surname on each dark wooden handle until they looked no less than ridiculously expensive and classy. The one empty slot in the velvet box had its assigned subject resting in my hand, the largest knife from the box weighing down in my fingers.

How strange and ironic it is; Avalon killed by a knife wielding her own surname. The surname only given to her a mere three weeks earlier. I had no time to stew on that, however, as I was sure that the fact she wasn’t at work that morning (and that neither was I) would start to raise suspicions. We had to get out of there before someone came looking for us.

I took the knife to the sink in the kitchenette along the far wall of the studio and turned on the hot water to rinse the blood off the blade. I found myself trembling slightly as I scrubbed, my hands struggling to keep still even under the warmth of the water. The red stained the water and flooded around the base of the stainless-steel sink as the drain pulled it down and soon my hands and the knife were left clean and spotless.

Jonah had the rug rolled up from the floor by the time I finished cleaning the knife and I thanked him quietly as I set the chef’s knife back in its slot in the wooden box. The handles stared back at me, twelve identical silver engravings of my surname staring back at me as if they knew what I had possibly done. I closed the lid and snapped the silver clasps shut.

“What do we do with the rug?” I asked my best friend.

Jonah exhaled deeply and brushed the back of his hand over his forehead. He thought for a minute before replying, “Bring it with us?”

I nodded in agreement, “Okay. I’ll grab my keys.”

I headed back into the main house quickly to grab my keys and anything else I might want to bring with me. My laptop case was an obvious and I tucked Avalon’s letter in my bag too just in case I might need it again while figuring everything out.

I was ready for a quick getaway but of course that would have been too easy. Another thing that drove my wife insane? The fact that I constantly was losing everything. My keys were usually the victim of my carelessness and this moment was obviously no exception. I couldn’t find them anywhere, along the front console table or in my laptop bag or on the kitchen counter.

Jonah stepped inside the back door again, “Are you coming?”

“Yeah.” I rushed back down the hallway to the master bedroom, scanning the side tables and the front pocket of our packed suitcase hurriedly.

Time wasn’t on our side and my tendency to misplace everything I own certainly wasn’t helping. On my way back down the hallway, I caught myself on the doorway to the walk-in-closet when I saw a glint out of the corner of my eye and stepped back to see my keys peeking out of my jean’s pocket. You would think I would have checked their first. Well, sorry to break it to you, but nothing was going as expected that morning.

I grabbed my keys from my blood-stained jeans and stuffed the hoodie and pants into my laptop bag too. I stopped to grab a baseball hat and set it on my head followed by my darkest sunglasses I had in my closet to try and keep some sort of physical neutrality for going into public before meeting Jonah back on the porch. I held my keys up to him as I walked right past him and around the side of the house to the gate. He followed right behind me with the expensive box of knives in hand.

The driveway backed right onto the side gate and I unlatched it and pulled the white pickets open to let ourselves through. Ah yes, my pretty expensive Los Angeles house and my white picket fence and my dead wife. Really living the perfect American dream, huh?

I unlocked my Tesla and yanked open the back door to toss in my overflowing laptop bag and Jonah’s heavy work bag while Jonah opened the trunk and tucked the knife set in the corner. We hurried back down the driveway towards the studio door and slipped back inside, stepping over Avalon to grab the rug first. We each took an end of the heavy rolled up vintage Persian and took it down to my car. I was lucky my car had been parked in reverse in the driveway which prevented any neighbours from possibly seeing us loading the trunk with questionable items.

The last thing we needed to take care of was Avalon but we couldn’t necessarily carry her outside in a blood streaked towel. We stood over her in thought of what to do next. We needed something to keep it discreet while still being able to keep her in one piece. There was no way I would be able to stomach cutting any limbs. I had gone through enough that morning as it was.

My eyes scanned my studio for any possible solution to our situation and quickly landed on one of the large travel cases I used for my production keyboard. I looked back down at Avalon’s body and then back to the long trunk.

This was insane.

I stepped over her and walked over to the corner of the studio where the travel trunks were stacked up. I moved a few smaller ones from the top and Jonah came over to help me once he caught on to what I was doing. I flipped open the top of the trunk and made sure it was empty except for the thin plush padding that lined the interior.

I refrained from making a joke about it at least being a comfortable place for her to lay.

Jonah and I each took an end of the towel again and hoisted her stiff body up and over to the trunk and lowered her in slowly. I made sure the towel was tucked inside and that her arms and legs were resting flatly before closing the lid and buckled up the case. Jonah and I met each other’s eyes over top of the trunk but didn’t speak a word before picking up either end and made our way out of the studio.

The walk down the side of the house to the driveway felt like forever. There we were, in broad daylight, on a regular Tuesday morning, carrying a dead body into the trunk of my car. The production case fit nicely into the trunk – I knew it would from the amount of times I had to bring it into work or over to Jonah’s house – and I shut the trunk over top of it. I let out a shaky exhale and Jonah and I glanced blankly at each other.

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averyonelovesjack · 4 years

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cost of friendship III ~ daniel seavey

requested: yes

hiii can we please please please have another part to parties and the cost of friendship? love love love your writing!

hey hon just requesting a third part to 'cost of friendship' with dani whenever you have the time, thanks love

Hey! I hope things are going okay! I was reading your imagines and I'm a big fan of your works! I was just wondering if you were going to post a part 3 to "cost of friendship"? Just curious :) I understand if you discontinued it/you're on a break.

summary: six months into the relationship and just in time for the holidays, daniel and y/n recognize the difficulty in spending the holidays away from each other and have to determine if it’s worth breaking the secret.

warning(s): cursing

disclaimer: i use christmas and thanksgiving as plot points in this story because it fit better with the way i wanted the story to go, but feel free to replace them with any other holidays you celebrate!!

word count: 2740

author’s note: accidentally posted this, unedited, last night with no word count and the author’s note that i wrote in december of last year when i originally made the draft and didn’t write a single word of this story:) so now that it actually makes sense to post this, here is part three to cost of friendship! thanks for all these requests even tho they were clearly from a long time ago since cost of friendship II came out TWO YEARS AGO in september. welp hope this was worth the wait lol enjoy:))

read these first: part one, part two

six months with daniel went by really quickly. the summer was honestly a lot of fun. i could spent hours at the boys’ house and nothing was suspicious about it. i grew a lot closer with them all because we spent so much time together, and it wasn’t weird for me to hang out there, and i could see daniel whenever i wanted. we really got to know each other during the summer months. i had known daniel for a while now, but getting to know him on a relationship level was really nice.

summer ended pretty quickly though and then fall came. i was back in school. i didn’t think it would be hard to see him since i was still in the ending months of school when we started dating. i think that going from so much time together over the summer to only seeing each other a few hours a week was a really hard adjustment.

we promised we’d never let our schedules be a problem, but managing a full time student’s schedule and a singer’s schedule is really difficult. i had classes monday through friday, and any time i wasn’t in class, i was doing homework. that left my only free time during the week to be late at night. so we hung out late at night, but by the time we saw each other we were usually too exhausted to really do anything other than lay around and watch a show or talk for a little bit. weekends were usually better for me, but daniel had a crazy schedule that usually had studio time incorporated on the weekend.

we still made effort to see each other all the time we could, but it wasn’t easy. i think that probably plays into my current nerves. it’s early november and the stress of the holiday season had already gotten to me.

as a kid, the holiday season was the absolute best. thanksgiving meant seeing all of my family, including my cousins who were really close in age to me. and then the stretch between thanksgiving and christmas was my absolute favorite. it was filled with christmas music, christmas decorations, buying gifts, giving gifts, getting gifts, and again, seeing family. and don’t even get me started on new years. as a kid, staying up late was the absolute best thing. the sparking cider and noise makers were all the rave.

as a much older college student now though, it was a lot less fun. the holiday season meant figuring out plans and traveling home to see my family and not knowing which part of my family was actually gonna be available. it meant buying actual meaningful or useful gifts and then figuring out how to get them home. there was still the music and the lights, but i had no time to meaninglessly drive around los angeles and see the lights or spend hours around a fireplace watching christmas movies. i didn’t even have a fireplace to begin with.

the holiday season was also much more confusing this year because i had daniel. i’ve never even had a boyfriend during the holiday season, let alone a secret boyfriend. most of the things we went out and did we could pass off as just things we’re doing as close friends, but the holidays were different. friends don’t ditch the holidays with their family just to hang out with their friends family. i don’t even know if daniel and i are at the level in our relationship, and then even if we were, i couldn’t do anything about it because keeping our relationship a secret meant not being able to do the explicitly for couples holiday stuff.

as much as i think daniel and i are ready for the family stage in our relationship, neither of us have really talked about it because there’s not really much room to do it anyways. i’ve met daniel’s siblings and parents before, but never as anything more than a friend because it was too risky to tell anyone. and daniel’s never had an excuse to come meet my family since they aren’t just down the road like his.

the secret relationship really damaged my normal holiday mood and it honestly stressed me out. i have to book my plane home soon and to do that meant that there really was no chance that i’d spend the holidays with daniel. even with us only being together half a year, daniel meant so much to me. in every other relationship i’d been in, it felt like i was waiting for the relationship to end or i at least knew that it wasn’t going to last. it was different with daniel though and that was really hard since we couldn’t even tell anyone about it.

tonight is a friday and i had finally finished my work for the week. i was invited to a party, but i didn’t really feel like going since i was pretty tired from the week and i wasn’t in a party mood. daniel texted me soon after and asked if i wanted to come over. i wasn’t really in a socialization mood, but since it was just daniel and i haven’t seen him much recently, i said yes. he even said he would pick me up which made it ten times easier to say yes because he knows i don’t like taking ubers alone and i don’t have access to a car.

daniel picked me up at about 7. i didn’t feel like getting ready so i just wore my grey sweatpants and wdw tee that daniel had gotten me for free. daniel never seemed to mind my lazy outfits and i knew as soon as we got back he would change out of his jeans too.

“hi love, how was your day?” daniel asks as soon as i get in the car. i felt a little emotionally exhausted, but so happy to see daniel. the car was like our safe space because no one was around to walk in on us and we didn’t have to hide our feelings and actions.

“exhausting, but better now that i’m seeing you.” i admit.

“at least it’s the weekend now.” daniel says. “and i went to the studio a little early today so that we won’t have to go in this weekend and i can spend more time with you.”

“really?” i ask, that news brightening my day a little. “i was just about to ask how studio was today?”

“it was good. we worked on a new christmas song today when we were finished. i don’t know if we’ll ever release it but it was a lot of fun. i’m sure you’d love it.”

“you know how i feel about christmas music.” i grin. maybe a little daniel written christmas music will brighten my spirit in these next coming weeks.

“speaking of, i feel like you haven’t played any christmas music. i swear i barely knew you this time last year as compared to now but i knew how much you loved christmas music. i feel like you played it as soon as halloween was over.” daniel mentions and as much as i wanted to hold it back and not say anything, i felt too tired to not.

“i haven’t really been in the christmas spirit.” i admit with a sigh that i knew daniel would read through.

“i know the holiday season is hard. it’s been on my mind a lot too and i was hoping it wasn’t adding to your stress, but i should’ve said something sooner because i knew it would.” daniel says, looking over and gently ok in a hand on mine.

“it’s okay.” i say. “i probably wouldn’t have even admitted it until we got to a night like tonight where i’m honestly too tired to pretend i’m not stressed.”

“i’m sorry, love. do you want to talk about it?” daniel asks.

“it’s okay, i don’t even know what to say because we can’t even do anything about it.” i answer. “and i don’t want to stress you out with all of my little annoyances and sad things.”

“i know that the last few months haven’t been easy.” daniel starts, deciding for us both that nothing i could say would be too much for us. “with our schedules and then keeping it a secret.”

“it’s just-” i don’t even know where to start because i know when i’ll do i’ll either inevitably cry out of stress or sound angry with him when i’m not, i’m just annoyed at our situation. “it really sucks that i can’t spend any of the holidays with you and i fucking hate that because i love the holiday season and the spirit and i’m avoiding it because i don’t want to feel sad about us not being together for the holidays. and i love you. i love you so much and i want you to meet my family because i know they’ll love you, but it would be way too obvious for you to fly home with me for the holidays and there’s really no hiding that so i know it makes no sense to even think about that because it just makes me sad.”

“i love you too, y/n.” daniel says, still processing everything. “i didn’t know you wanted me to meet your family yet. i would love to, but i didn’t want to bring it up until you were ready.”

“are you kidding?” i laugh a little bit, looking over at him as he parked the car in the driveway but neither of us moved. “daniel, of course i want you to meet my family. i know they’ll love you because you’re you. god, ever since i told my sisters i have a boyfriend they’ve been begging me to tell them who so that they could meet you. i don’t know, the holidays have always just been about being with family for my family, and i’m sure yours too. you’re such an important part of my life now and i wish i could share you with them. it’s whatever, though. we shouldn’t talk about it because i know that it’s not possible.”

“what about thanksgiving with my family and christmas with yours?” daniel says and my heart skips a beat. “and then we can figure out new years later. i know you have to go home for christmas because you’ll get kicked out of dorms, and as much as i would love for you to just stay with us, i’m sure you want to go home and see your family.”

“daniel, as lovely as that sounds, you know how suspicious it would be for me to stay here for thanksgiving and for you to fly home with me? i don’t think even we would be able to keep that a secret.”

“fuck the secret, then, y/n.” he blurts out. “y/n, i don’t see us ending ever, and definitely not anytime soon and it’s not like we’re gonna keep this a secret forever. fuck the secret. corbyn was right, okay, the boys are gonna be happy for us. it’s not like they haven’t picked up on us being close these last few months and keeping this secret isn’t worth us being apart for the next few months, okay? it’s hard enough to spend only a few hours together a week, i don’t want to be away from you for all of thanksgiving and christmas too.”

“fuck the secret.” i say, with a smile forming on my face. “are we really doing this?”

“i see no better time than now, y/n.” daniel leans over the console to kiss my lips softly. “wanna go tell the boys now?”

“let’s do it.” i unbuckle my seatbelt with a weight lifted off of my shoulders. daniel and i meet in front of the car, our hands interlocking as we walked into the house as a non-secret couple for the first time.

the boys were all sitting in the living room and a movie was playing with all of the lights out. they all look over as daniel closes the door and the two of us walk over to them.

“y/n? what are you doing here? daniel didn’t tell us he was bringing you over.” zach says. “of course he just wants to hog you again.”

“do you guys wanna pause the movie for a second? we have some important news.” daniel says and we separate hands as to not give it away just yet.

“fucking finally.” jonah says.

“what?” i ask, wondering what he meant.

“i mean, i don’t want to be the one to say it and ruin it for you two, but i mean, come on, we’ve been waiting months for you to admit to it. so get on with it.” jonah gestures for us to continue. guess we weren’t as great secret keepers as we thought.

“y/n and i have been dating for about six months and kept it a secret from everyone.” daniel says and then takes my hand in his and pulls me closer so that i’m in his arms.

“SIX.” zach yells. “i knew there were vibes between you two but you guys are good. six months??”

“not that good.” corbyn mumbles, which causes the other three to look at him.

“you bitch!” jack then exclaims. “you knew? and you didn’t give me my damn money??”

“it’s their fault, they told me not to say anything!” corbyn defends, pointing a finger at the two of us. “i was not supposed to find out. i wish i didn’t, this was a lot of stress i didn’t need.”

“i would like my twenty bucks now, thank you very much.” jack says and corbyn quickly throws a twenty dollar bill at him.

“this is so unfair.” the ninteen year old looks at the rest of us. “jack gets twenty bucks, corbyn gets stress relief, daniel gets a girlfriend and it’s y/n. what do i get? i want something!”

“zach, i didn’t get anything from this either.” jonah reminds.

“shut up. you have a girlfriend.” zach screeches in his jokingly angry voice. “god, i’m so lonely.”

“i have a couple sisters, if you want.” i laugh a little. “you’d have to come home for christmas with danny and i, though.”

“and you’re leaving us for christmas? gosh damnit y/n, why can’t you guys stay with me for christmas?” zach exclaims, which makes us all laugh a little bit. i wasn’t sure how everyone was going to react, but this was a pretty funny one from zach.

“i hate to break it to you bud, but we’re, uh, all going home for christmas. we do every year.” jack sets a hand on his bandmates shoulder. “i’m pretty sure y/n would rather spend christmas with her boyfriend and her family than you, no offense.”

“what the fuck, y/n. you don’t wanna spend christmas with me?”

i’m laughing too much at this interaction to answer before jack.

“to be clear though, zach, i would choose to spend christmas with you.”

“well we have y/n for thanksgiving. we’re gonna see my family, so we’ll still be in la and can hang out. have our own little friendsgiving.” daniel suggests.

“no no no, i’m too lonely for friendsgiving.” zach expresses, deciding to be unhappy with everything we say just for the comedy of it. “i’m too single. you’re all in relationships, i can’t be the only lonely one.”

“um, bro, i too am single.” jack looks at him funny.

“okay, well yeah, but you have a child.”

“yes, a child who lives in hawaii. i’ll be your friendsgiving date.” jack offers.

“really? you meant it?” zach faked being emotional and jonah looks at them, then back at us with a funny look.

“well, now that we’ve dealt with... that, i just want to say we’re all really happy for you two.” jonah starts. “not that this is surprising to any of us, because there has been way too much sexual tension since we’ve all been friends for this to not have happened, but i’m very happy you decided to tell us.”

“are you guys gonna go public? like tell management?” corbyn asks.

daniel then looks at me a little nervously and then back at the guys, “yeah that’s the next thing we have to figure out.”

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upindreamland Masterlist

Hi everyone! Thank you for being here

To find all of my writings check the tag #upindreamlandfile

About Me/Who I Write For/Rules: here

Last Updated: June 17, 2023

I post whatever and whenever

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (i’ll try my best)

✿ - fluff ϟ - angst

OS = Oneshot TI = Text Imagine IA = Instagram AU

Jonah Marais Imagines

- I hope ✿ OS

Summary: A lyric prank text with the song I hope

- Mother's Day ✿ OS

Summary: Husband!Jonah and your kids surprise you on Mother’s Day

- Cool Together ✿ OS

Summary: A fluffy scenario I imagined about you and Jonah painting each other’s nails.

Jack Avery Imagines

- Fan Speculation ✿ OS

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

Zach Herron Imagines

- In My Arms ϟ

Summary: Your safe spot has always been in your husband's arms. What happens when just 15 words causes it to crumble down

- Part 2 of: In My Arms ϟ/✿

Summary: Your husband is back after being gone for a while.

Daniel Seavey Imagines

- Sims and Episode ✿ TI

Summary: Texts about Sims and Episodes leads to Daniel...fainting?

Sebastian Stan Imagines

- Ethan Allen? ✿ TI

Summary: Your boyfriend gets a little jealous.... over a store

Chris Evans Imagines

- Today, Tomorrow, and the Eternity to come ϟ/✿ OS

Summary: A nightmare is horrible to deal with, but having Chris by your side to calm you down makes it all so much better

- Obvious ✿ OS

Summary: a request where reader is famous victoria secret model and she is married to chris evans

Timothee Chalamet Imagines

- Olive you ✿ TI

Summary: Texts between you and Timmy since you’re bored and home alone

Tom Holland Imagines

Brother Tom:

- Holland Siblings Group Chat ✿ TI

Summary: Texts I imagine you would get if you were a Holland!sibling

Peter Parker:

- I'll forever love you... ϟ TI

Summary: Loving someone comes with sacrifices. Who would have thought that sacrifice would be ending your relationship...

Harry Styles Imagines

- Random Texts ✿ TI

Summary: Random texts between you and your older brother

Mason Mount Imagines

- First I love you's ✿ TI

Summary: The first time you and Mason say I love you to each other (on accident...)

Phil Foden Imagines

- Hard Launch (ft. Mason Mount) ✿ IA

Fred Weasley Imagines

- Your smile ✿ OS

Summary: Just Fred doing whatever he can to make you smile.

- Happy birthday my love ✿ OS

Summary: Fred makes your birthday one you’ll never forget.

#masterlist #jonah marais imagine #daniel seavey imagine #zach herron imagine #jack avery imagine #corbyn besson imagine #sebastian stan imagine #mason mount imagine #chris evans imagine #timothee chalamet imagine #tom holland imagine #peter parker imagine #harry styles imagine #fred weasley imagine

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sweetlycreations · 5 years

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influence - wdw

>requested by anonymous<

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negativity4you · 5 years

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Why Don’t We - How They Kiss

(This is my first time writing on here, let me know how you like it!)

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Jack :

Every kiss made you want more. It was never enough. You couldn’t get enough of each other and often kissed until you’d literally run out of air. He loved it when you ran your hands through his hair, and he knew you did too.

Jonah:

He’s taller than you, obviously, and he loves to use that to his advantage. He’ll pin you against the wall, nibble on your lip, and make you beg for it.

Daniel:

The boy is all about passion. Anytime, anywhere, PDA is his thing. He’s romantic, but also super dirty at times. When he wants you he wants you, there’s no way you can’t give in when he gives you that look.

Zach:

There’s no such thing as a peck with Zach. Every kiss is heated, whether with love or lust, and they often turn into makeout sessions. It sometimes annoys the other boys, but they prefer the kissing over the loud noises when you guys go up to his room.

Corbyn:

Soft, sweet, and gentle. The man was a true prince. He treated you like royalty and it made you love him even more than you thought possible.

#kiss #text post #wdw #why dont we #jack avery preference #preference #imagine #daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey #jonah marais #zach herron #corbyn besson #kissing #smut #how #music #first time writing on here

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hopinglimelight · 3 years

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The Night We Met pt. 1 (D.S)

WELCOME TO MY FIRST FIC! Whoooo! I’m sorry if it’s trash, but you know, this is for fun. Why Don’t We isn’t a band in this. Just in case you forgot from the masterlist, this is a Daniel Seavey imagine. Part two will be hugely based off of the song, but this one is more of just a general theme. The flow of this is also kinda trash, but we’ll just ignore that. This also might get lowkey sad, especially in part two, but it’s okay because I have a few happy drafts too (;

TW: A few swear words, and a general sad theme. Mentions/ implied death of a major character. Maybe implied sexual theme, but it depends on how you view it.

“Hi.”

That was the most important moment in my life. One of the last things I ever expected was to be at a party tonight. The other was a timid boy approaching me. I could tell he was looking for a friendship and not a fuck for once. His brunette hair was gently falling over his forehead, but not covering his bright blue eyes. I never forgot those eyes.

“Do you mind if I sit?” He gestured to the spot beside me on the couch. When I nodded he smiled at me. I took note of his tooth gap, I thought it was cute but I could tell he didn't agree with me.

“So, what's your name?” I asked, trying not to sound awkward.

“Oh right, sorry. I’m Daniel Seavey.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” I silently giggled. “I’m Luna Grant.”

“That's such a cute name,” He gasped under his breath, but I heard it. I didn't bring any attention to it.

Somehow we managed to talk, and talk, and talk. We went through a whole party without either of us having any alcohol, which was okay. I hated alcohol anyway, and so did he. Even though we are both 21. I don’t like how it makes me feel. By the time we noticed how long we talked, it was already two in the morning. My friend texted me and told me she left.

“That little bitch was my ride,” I quietly groaned out under my breath. I’d be fine walking, I guess. My house was about 15 minutes away on foot.

“I can drive you if you want.”

“A guy I just met wants to drive me home?” I laughed, while he scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, let’s go.”

“I don’t want to get out.” I groaned after I took off my seatbelt.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I guess I feel happy with you, safe even.”

“Then don’t go. Want to go get ice cream?”

“It’s two am, Daniel.”

“Walmart exists, silly.”

I put my hands up in defense. “Then to Walmart we go.”

I put my seatbelt back on, before motioning to the radio. He nodded before I turned it on.

“-you for tuning in. Now, Perfect by Ed Sheeran.” The radio host announced while I sat up.

“You like this song, don’t you.” He laughed.

I nodded, before realizing he might not see it since it was dark. “Yes. This is weird, but can I put the window down?” At this time in California, it was 70 degrees, even at night.

“No, I have a better idea.” He took one hand off the wheel and pointed it up.

“Ah, a sunroof.” I smiled as he opened it.

“So what flavor of ice cream?”

“Uh, a pint of vanilla. Aren’t I coming with you?”

“Do you want to?”

“Touché, Daniel Seavey. Touché.”

“I just met you, what are you doing to me?” I mumbled, shaking my head after he left and was inside.

As we drove, he silently reached out and our hands brushed. I opened my hand and he took it in his. We both sat there, silent. It was just us enjoying each other's touch and company. We spent the night at his place, eating our ice cream in his backyard. We talked, and stargazed. It was amazing. Never once did we fall asleep, and I didn't even think about it at all. As we sat in my driveway (again), we finally traded numbers and all of that stuff. After I finally went inside I noticed how tired I was. So I trudged up the stairs and went to bed, bringing an official end to the night.

Daniel and I’s friendship only blossomed from there. We’d spend endless hours on facetime, hanging out at each other's places. I met his friends, and he met mine. My life was perfect until it wasn’t. My friend from the party, Jessica, and Daniel had been growing close. Almost too close. It didn't affect our friendship, but I was confused now with my feelings. Did I only see Daniel as my best friend? Do I want a relationship? Now? With Him?

The day Daniel and Jessica told me they were dating absolutely shattered my heart. I knew I had to try and push my feelings for Dani away. I forced my heart to look for a new trial. Their relationship was slowly killing me. Jessica wedged her way in between me and Daniel. I had all of Daniel's attention at the beginning of summer. After two months of being friends, I only had most of his attention. That's when he began looking at Jessica differently. By the fall we had almost completely fallen out. I only had some of his attention and that was breaking me. I often went to Corbyn to talk about my feelings. He somehow understood me. I needed Daniel, and not even in a sexual way. I just wanted him to look at me again.

“I want my best friend back.” I cried to Corbyn.

“It’s okay, bubs. He’s being a dick. He’ll come around eventually.”

“He better,” I sobbed. Corbyn moved across his room to hug me, but I just kept crying. The pain I felt from this was horrible. My heart physically ached.

“Hey, I wanted to kn- Oh.”

It was Daniel and that almost made me sob harder. Instead, I sucked in the tears as best as I could and wiped my eyes. I couldn't stop the trembles in my lip though. I looked down as Corbyn pulled away and turned towards him.

“What were you saying, Daniel?”

“Oh, it’s uh. It’s fine Corbyn. I’ll just ask Jonah or someone.”

“See? He hates me, Corbyn,”

“It’ll be okay.”

“No, it won’t.”

“Luna Noelle. Look at me right now.” I looked up into his eyes, seeing care. “It will all be okay soon. I promise.”

Whelp, Corbyn lied. I know he didn’t mean to, but he did. After that, everything got worse. We became more distant than ever. We still texted occasionally. We hung out whenever I came to see Corbyn, but neither of us made any effort to set up a day for ourselves. Whenever Jessica was around, I could feel her glaring at me during every one of the rare conversations between Daniel and me. They say you never forget your first love, and that is what Daniel was to me. I loved him, more than life itself. Sure I had been in 2 relationships in the past, but neither of them had been love. They were just a few months of fooling around before we convinced ourselves that we’d never work out together. I had to hide my feelings, all because of Jessica and Daniel. As much as it pains me, I think that I have never seen Daniel happier. Maybe she gives him something that I never could. Despite our dramatically huge falling out, I never thought that I would have completely none of Daniel. But oh, was I completely wrong.

#daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey fanfic #daniel seavey #jonah marais #corbyn besson #sad #probably sucks #but idc #(;

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5sos-seavey · 5 years

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Jealous Boy - Daniel Seavey

Daniel Seavey Imagine

for @besseavey’s 100 followers writing challenge

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1099

Prompts (from @besseavey’s list):

5. “I didn't like the way he was looking at you.”

6. “You have my heart.”

You and Daniel were out at a restaurant with the boys and were just talking and catching up since you hadn’t seen each other in a while. It was just going to be the two of you, but the others found out and wanted to tag along which you had no problem with. There was a dance floor on one side of the restaurant and a good amount of people that were on it, if you can even call it a dance floor, it was such a small space since the majority of the place was seating. There was a bar on the side where the dance floor was where you could order appetizers quickly or drinks, but none of you were planning on drinking.

“Does anyone want anything else? I’m gonna go to the bar now to get more fries,” Jonah spoke up after a conversation ended.

“Yeah, just get like three plates of fries dude,” Zach laughed while telling Jonah.

Everyone agreed they just wanted to get fries and so Jonah up and went to go get the fries everyone wanted. Then Daniel spoke up, “I’ll come help you bring them.”

And Daniel got up as well and you, Corbyn, Jack and Zach were left alone to have your own conversation.

Corbyn spoke up first, “So Y/N, what else is new?”

“Oh nothing really, just the usual piled up in school work life.”

“I feel ya on that, school is so tiring,” Zach responded.

Jack laughed at him and said, “You don’t get to complain about school, you barely do it and you get all of our help while you do it.”

“Yeah, I guess, but it’s still hard sometimes even though it’s still high school. I guess it doesn’t compare to university.”

You and Corbyn were laughing at the two boy’s interaction when Corbyn noticed some guy walk past your table to the dance floor looking at you, “Oh don’t let Daniel know,” he joked. You gave him a questioning look as if to say, why can’t he know we’re joking about school. He continued and said, “There’s a guy who keeps looking at you.”

“Well good for him, too bad nothings gonna happen if that’s what he’s thinking,” you said.

“What’s not happening for who?” Jonah said as he and Daniel got back to the table.

“A guy over there looking at Y/N that Corbyn noticed,” Zach blurted out casually while digging into the fries Daniel and Jonah just put down.

You and Corbyn rolled your eyes at the boy in only a kind of joking way.

“At my best friend?! She’s mine! No one can have her,” Jonah jokingly exclaimed while he and Daniel sat back down. Daniel didn’t say anything, and just wrapped his arm around you and you gladly leaned into him.

The night continued on, the six of you just talking about anything and everything. But you and Corbyn noticed that every so often that guy would look back over at you; he probably never saw when you were cozied up to Daniel. Corbyn texted you under the table to make sure that Daniel never noticed the guy since neither of you knew how he’d react. You’d kiss him every so often and squeeze his leg and smile at him and he’d send you a loving smile back and towards the end of the night he leaned his head on your shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered and kissed your shoulder. You smiled down at him and kissed his head, “love you too, so much.” But other than those small interactions he was kind of quiet the whole night, but you just thought he was getting tired.

“Okay guys you ready to go,” Zach asked. It was 11pm which usually wouldn’t be too late but a few of the boys had to go to the studio tomorrow so you all thought to end the night a little earlier than usual.

“Yeah, let’s head to the car,” you responded and took Daniel’s hand and you all walked to the van and headed back to the boys’ house.

The car ride back wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, Jack had the aux cord and played anything anyone had wanted. Daniel’s quiet behaviour remained unchanged from how it was at the restaurant and you still didn’t think much of it.

When you got to their house everyone said goodnight and headed to their rooms, and you followed Daniel to his. He went straight to the bathroom while you changed into one of his shirts, and when he came out he went straight to the bed and went on his phone. At this point you began to wonder if something was wrong, he hasn’t said anything to you in what seems like forever.

“Hey babe? Is everything alright,” you asked him, more concerned.

“I don’t know…you’re gonna think it’s stupid,” he replied in a soft whisper.

“I won’t think that something you’re bothered by is stupid. Just talk to me, you’ve been quiet the whole night. What’s wrong,” you spoke in a sincere and caring tone, so that he would know you could be trusted even though he already knew that.

After a minute of silence, he finally spoke, “I didn't like the way he was looking at you.”

“What are you talking about,” you asked. And then it all clicked. He must’ve noticed that stupid guy all night who was looking over at you even though you were in Daniel’s arms.

“That guy, he wouldn’t stop. He even made eye contact with me a few times and literally did not care, it’s annoying,” Daniel said in a complaining tone, but in an also jealous kind of tone.

At this point Daniel had sat up in the bed and you were sitting next to him. You put your arms around him and your head on his shoulder and started to talk softly, “baby, I love you, so much, you know that. You have my heart, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Daniel perked up at your words and went to lay on top of you, hugging you back, “I know, I love you too, and I’m sorry for being weird all night.”

“No need to apologize. How about we watch some netflix and just lay here,” you said to him.

Daniel looked at you and smiled, “perfect, I love you.”

You and Daniel spent the next two hours watching netflix and then when you both got sleepy you turned the lights off and just held each other until the two of you fell asleep.

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this is the first time i’ve posted anything i’ve written on tumblr and the first time i’ve written for any of the why don’t we boys so let me know what you think :)

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