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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sunflower Field Confessions | J.M.

a/n: i will fight anyone who argues that jonah doesn't look like a prince in this pic :') also, i was listening to taytay's fearless album while writing this so the plot might be all over the place sorry !!! ok bye now that i've posted lemme just casually go on a writing hiatus , happy reading <3 (and also, a big fat thank you to @the-girl-who-cried-wolf and @randomlimelightxxx for hyping me up to finish this cheesy fic that i hate so much)

summary: you might not be part of royalty like Jonah was, but you were certainly the queen of his heart.

warnings: fluff and kinda sorta bad writing because i suck

word count: 4865

Upon hearing a rapid thudding of footsteps, the brunet prince turned to the direction of the sound just in time to see the girl he had been waiting for for quite some time at the sunflower field tripping over a stone and barreling towards him. He reacted quickly to stop her from plummeting onto the ground, wrapping a steady arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest on instinct. “Woah, woah, watch your footing next time. Don’t wanna ruin this pretty face you have now, do we?” He asked the girl who was currently in his arms, the teasing tone in his voice unmissable.

“Oh my gosh, I…I,” you stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence when your mind became a jumbled mess as your face reddened instantly at his indirect compliment. The crimson that dusted your cheeks vaguely turned darker when you realized how close you were to him. Shocked, you pulled away from his embrace, immediately missing his warmth (and the exquisite scent of him that reminded you of the finest herbs in town). “Work at the bakery ended so much later than expected and I was afraid you would’ve thought I forgot about our meeting and left before I arrived,” you blabbered, your nerves getting the best of you. “I’m so sorry for making you wait, your highness!”

Jonah frowned at the mention of the title. After years of knowing each other, your habit of referring to him with his royal status hadn’t changed one bit, no matter how close you had gotten with each other and it annoyed him. He loved being a prince more than anything, yes, but he didn’t like the fact that in your head, you always considered him as someone far more superior than you when you actually weren’t. To the others, maybe, but to him, you were his everything and the only one he swore to himself to protect with his life. If anything, that only proved that he was the inferior one.

Besides, he had decided long ago that he loved the way you say his name most.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me that,” he flicked your nose playfully, a familiar gesture that you’d grown so used to over the years. He seemed to never get tired of doing it to annoy you and well, you indeed found it annoying when you were younger but as time passed, it had become a symbol of your tight-knit relationship with him that most people would kill to have. “Plus, I’m the one who should be apologizing for not being able to hang out with you as often as I used to.”

“It’s totally fine, your—Jonah,” you changed your choice of words quickly when he shot you a glare. “Being the future King comes with tons of workload, I know. You have far more important things to do than spend time with…me.”

“Impossible,” he laughed and shook his head at your incredulousness. He threaded his fingers through yours mindlessly before starting to walk and you followed suit, trying not to get distracted by how nice his large hands felt enveloping yours. How on Earth does he manage to make your thoughts a mess with just a simple touch? You didn’t know, but you welcomed the unexplainable feeling all the same.

His voice knocked you out of your thoughts. “Who else is going to keep me sane, huh?”

“True,” you admitted, giggling softly. “Someone’s gotta remind you that it’s okay to put yourself first instead of the kingdom sometimes.”

“To be frank, I’m still having a hard time heeding to your advice,” he admitted sheepishly.

“I know,” your joined hands swayed slightly as you walked amongst the sea of sunflowers that bloomed so brightly as if each petal held a radiant memory. The meadow had a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun, you noted, just like the man beside you.

He could be anywhere else at this moment—busy studying law in the castle’s library, discussing politics with his father, courting remarkable princesses and duchesses—but he chose to be here, taking a pointless stroll in a sunflower field with plain old you.

He didn’t notice when you casted your gaze upwards towards his face, secretly admiring how effortlessly regal he still managed to look in casual clothes instead of his usual royal attire, his unruly brown hair on full display without the presence of his crown. You studied him closely, examining every inch of his side profile…and frowned when you saw the new eyebags under his eyes. You almost reached up to touch his face and trace them. Almost. “But it looks like I'm not doing a very good job at it because it looks like someone is insanely sleep deprived.”

“Yea…I might’ve not gotten as much sleep as I should this past month,” he shrugged nonchalantly like it was not a big deal. You sighed. He’s too selfless sometimes—okay, scratch that—most of the time it’s infuriating.

“You promised me that you’d take good care of yourself,” you said in an accusing manner. He turned to you to find concern written all over your features. The sight warmed his heart and he had to bite back a smile. You always care about him too much, in all the ways no one else did, not even his family members and…

God, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you to show how much he appreciated you. How much he loved you.

He could if he wanted to. Being in close proximity, your lips looked too devastatingly inviting, causing Jonah to wonder if it felt as soft as it looked, if he could claim it as his. Claim you as his, forever.

Jonah pressed his lips into a thin line, reprimanding his inappropriate thoughts about his best friend. You, however, mistakened his expression for annoyance so you added, “or at least try to.”

“I am, okay? There’s just too much on my plate lately,” he admitted sheepishly. “But I’m fine.”

“That’s exactly what someone who isn’t fine will say,” you nudged him slightly. “You’ve got anything to share with me, buddy?”

“It amuses me how one moment you’re all shy around me and calling me ‘your highness’ and the next thing I know you’re calling me ‘buddy’ and forcing me to tell you about my personal life,” he joked, earning an eye roll from you.

“Come on, cut the teasing and spill your problems to me already,” you whined pleadingly, dragging the last syllable, a childish trick of yours to attempt to get others to do what you wanted. Unfortunately, most people found it annoying yet Jonah never seemed to mind your ridiculous antics.

“Of course, I always do,” he ruffled your hair with his free hand, which you swatted away almost immediately. “Still have no idea why you haven’t gotten sick of me yet.”

I’d be the world’s biggest idiot to ever want to get rid of my crush—those were the words that were left unsaid by you. Your crush on him was your biggest secret after all. A secret that might threaten the precious platonic bond you both already had between each other. So instead of confessing your hidden feelings for him, you sent him a sweet smile that mirrored his and he took that as a sign to start reciting everything that had happened to him in the last month.

Being his most trusted person, he didn’t hesitate to confide every little detail of his life to you because unlike the others, you truly listened and never judged him for how he felt. You never interrupted him when he’s talking but instead you hung onto his every word, always listening to the entirety of his rants before offering genuine advice.

From the outside, it might look like he was an obnoxious spoilt prince who loved to talk about nothing but himself but in reality, Jonah was a man of few words, which was also one of the main reasons the prestigious women who his mother set him up with lost interest in him after not several, but one date. He was cold and closed off towards others (you had seen that with your own eyes so you knew that for sure), but with you, he was an entirely different person. He gladly shared with you every little detail of his life—his adventures abroad, his overwhelming workload and whatever juicy court drama he overheard the maids gossiping about—not just because he was comfortable with you, but mainly because he knew that you had been intrigued with the inner workings of court and what’s it’s like to live a lavish life as royalty since forever.

This time, Jonah told you about how badly his father wanted to hand him the kingdom but he couldn’t do that unless his son got married so too eager to play a matchmaker to help his son find the “love of his life”, the Queen started setting up dates for the poor prince every night. He found the latter absolutely absurd and a complete waste of time but he loved his parents too much to go against their will. That was how Jonah ended up juggling two things at once—running a kingdom and putting up with spoiled female royals who got on his nerves more than he’d like to admit.

“It’s not that bad,” you gave him a pitiful smile and squeezed his hand when he groaned frustratingly. You hated the fact that he had been seeing other girls but it’s not like he reciprocated their feelings so…you’re fine, you thought, but him not falling in love now didn’t mean that he wouldn’t in future. One lucky choice in girls made by his mother was all it took to accidentally knock him off his feet, his breath out of him…and his heart into the lucky girl’s hands. Simply put, the odds of him falling in love was thankfully extremely low but that didn’t mean it was entirely impossible. And if he did—when he did—you weren’t sure if you could deal with the heartbreak that’d definitely come along with it.

But that was something you would stress about another day.

“Dinners are fun though,” you tried to cheer him up. “Fancy food, fancy clothes and not to mention a fancy private dining hall with romantic lighting!”

“Yeah dinners can be fun if only the girls I’m dining with aren’t all such idiotic airheads with no personality whatsoever,” he complained and you hated yourself for feeling relieved. He shook his head. “Enough about me though, I wanna hear about your life. Anything interesting happened while I was gone?”

“Ummm, business at the bakery has been thriving, so that’s good and uhhh…” you trailed off, biting your bottom lip, contemplating whether you should tell him about the real highlight of the past month. You sucked in a breath as if the newly inhaled oxygen could give you more courage to speak. “Two boys have been sending flowers every morning to me. One even went as far as to ask me out on a date,” you blurted in one go.

You swore you saw his jaw clench for a millisecond. One blink and his tense demeanor was gone without a trace, replaced by his usual playful grin, which led you to believe that your eyes might’ve tricked you into seeing something that wasn’t there in the first place.

“Someone’s quite a catch in town I see,” he made a lighthearted joke but you hated it. You hated that it didn’t even bug him one bit that there were boys out there trying to win your heart; you hated that he was indifferent; you hated that he didn’t care the way you wanted him to, didn’t react the way you wanted him to.

You liking him doesn’t mean he’ll like you back, dumbass, you mentally scolded yourself for being a…well, a lovesick idiot. And not to forget an occasionally delusional one.

“Oh, shut up,” you prayed that you sounded unbothered enough to be passed off as unsuspicious and your disappointment (and a tad bit of sadness) couldn’t be heard from your voice. “It’s not like you don’t have the whole country of girls swooning over you.”

“We are not talking about me now, are we?”

“Ugh, go away, you’re being annoying.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t because you’re holding me too tightly,” he brought your joined hands into your line of vision to prove his point and sure enough, you were gripping his hand like you were afraid he’d slip away. You let go of it abruptly with a huff, turning away in mock anger (and also to hide your blush of bashfulness and embarrassment for the pet name he chose and being called out, respectively). Unbeknownst to you, Jonah immediately regretted what he said earlier for he realised that he didn’t want your hands to detach from each other’s when they’re obviously the perfect fit. “Hey, don’t get mad, I’m just curious as to who you’re planning to choose.” So he could do a thorough background check on said guy to make sure he’s a suitable match for you…

…and to see what magical qualities he possessed to make you choose him over Jonah himself. To make you give him the privilege of being the special someone Jonah had always wanted to be for you.

“Neither. They’re both not my type.”

“Then what’s your type, exactly?”

His question didn’t really come as a surprise to you--it’s normal for him to be curious since come to think of it, you realised that you never told him about this before and vice versa--yet that didn’t mean you were prepared to give him the honest answer.

Is there even anyone on Earth who actually has the guts to confess their love for someone who they aren’t sure felt the same way? If there was, you were definitely not one of them, that’s for sure. You chose your next words carefully since you couldn’t possibly tell him straight to his face that your type was him, a prince who you knew you had no chance with and make things awkward between the both of you right?

“Honestly, I don’t really know, ‘cause,” you avoided his gaze, focusing on the ground instead where your shoe-clad-feet were kicking bits of dirt into the air. You didn't have to be looking at him to know that he was listening intently though. “I’ve fallen in love only once in my life and it’s with a guy who…I don’t think likes me back so I don’t think I have a type when it’s always been him alone and no one else.”

Jonah could feel an astounding amount of weights crashing down on him instantly, shattering his heart and he could barely breathe. Is this what heartbreak feels like? He had no idea it could be this painful. All he knew was it‘s stupid, really, for someone as cold-blooded as him to feel the way he felt right now because of…love?…when he didn’t even flinch or bat an eye when he witnessed the brutal executions of criminals alongside his father.

It’s always been him—your words echoed in his mind repeatedly. Jonah didn’t know who he was, but he might be—no, he was—the luckiest guy on earth to have your heart and a fool if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

“Jonah,” his train of thought crashed into a wall in an instant, the latter being the sound of your voice.

“What were you saying again?”

“I said that it’s terribly unfair if I’m the only one spilling my secrets out to you.”

“You kept the details so vague and didn't even mention his name so it’s technically not considered a secret!”

“And you haven’t told me what you want in a girl!” You retorted swiftly. “With how you closed off and curt you are towards them them, sometimes I can’t help but wonder if you’re secretly gay.”

“I’m certainly not gay, I can assure you of that,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “In fact, I have my eyes on someone in particular too--”

“It’s the Princess of Eldorra, isn’t it?”

Princess Gwenlyn--the heiress to the throne of one of the biggest kingdoms in the Southern Continent that Jonah’s father was nearly dying to form an alliance with through the marriage of their children; the princess whose name was spoken in nothing but awe and admiration by people throughout the lands about her remarkable beauty, her down-to-earth kindness--everything about her was deemed perfect by the public, including her love for the man of your dreams.

She could be seen latching onto him at every public event whenever she’s in the kingdom for visits to the royal family. Wherever he was, she was either standing awfully close to him or worse—with his hands all over him as if she wanted to tell—no, show—the world that he’s hers.

They’d make such a lovely couple! Ah, young love! They’re literally made for each other! Their kids would turn out so beautiful!

You heard the gossip, the hushed whispers among the older ladies on the street whenever the “young royal couple” came to town. You wanted to tune out the compliments, but you couldn’t, because there were too many; so you started to look for any sorts of hate towards them but there wasn’t any.

It was clear that everyone loved them and from the way he never pushed her away, maybe...he did too.

The thought of it made your heart twist in unimaginable ways.

“You don’t like her,” he stated bluntly, stopping in his tracks. Instinctively, you stopped walking too.

You didn’t expect him to call you out. Planning to lie your way out of this situation and realising that panic was probably written all over your face, you replied with a quick “no” and tried to recompose yourself.

However, one brief crack in your nonchalant facade was enough for Jonah to notice your blatant lie. “I’ve read enough faces to know that you’re not telling the truth.”

“Sorry to say that you’re wrong this time then,” you started to walk again. You never liked to talk about feelings because you knew yours was…pathetic, delusional and fucking meaningless when the one you fell for was somebody that was so far out of your league that it was a miracle that you were even here with him, getting interrogated by him about your thoughts on his potential betrothed. You didn’t know which direction you were walking towards, you just needed to put a distance between him and yourself.

Were you being dramatic? Maybe, but with how persistent he was to pry an answer out of you, you needed to show him how much you didn’t want to continue the conversation. Walking away was probably the most useless option one could ever choose but it’s the only thing you could think of at the moment. Yet Jonah, as always, wouldn’t back down until he got what he wanted.

“Oh my goodness, just admit it, you don’t like her,” you picked up your pace when you felt him walking after you.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Hey,” the grip he had around your wrist wasn’t tight enough to hurt you, but it was enough to stop you from moving any further. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to ignore the way your skin was practically on fire from his simple touch. His hold didn’t burn but it sent jolts of warmth coursing through your veins, eventually making their way towards your heart, encasing it in a bubble of delicious heat.

You turned to face him, his soft eyes almost making you melt into a puddle right then and there. “Can we...not talk about her?”

“Why?” He asked but received no reply, so he added, “Y/N, you can tell me anything, you know that right? I’m your best friend...oh.”

A ghost of a smirk played on his lips as he suddenly managed to piece together the loose, mismatched puzzle pieces of what caused your sudden mood change. Best friends combined with sour feelings whenever someone else of the opposite sex was mentioned? That could only mean one thing. Still, he could be wrong but…there’s only one way to find out—by addressing the elephant in the room (or rather, in this circumstance, in the sunflower field).

“You’re jealous.”

“What?” A light shade of pink coloured your cheeks, which prompted him to take a step closer to you.

“You hate her being close to me,” another step. “You hate the way she gets to touch me freely anytime she wants while you have to hide in the crowd, pretending you don’t even know me,” and another. “Most importantly, you hate that I seem to enjoy her presence so much that it makes you think I might be in love with her.”

You stood rooted to your spot as he listed out everything you hated about their disgustingly sweet interactions in public, and got none wrong. You didn’t know whether to be embarrassed for your ugly emotions to come to light or pleasantly surprised that he seemed to be unbothered—delighted even—that you felt this way about him.

“Tell me, am I right, Y/N?” He stopped walking when his body was a hair’s breadth away from yours. Up close, you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes and honestly speaking, you wouldn’t mind staring and getting lost in them all day.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t. He was your best friend and best friends didn't actually have the privilege to do that, nor the right to romanticize everything about each other…unless one of you chose to take a step further but that was out of the question.

He hadn’t remained as your best friend since the beginning for nothing. He was part of royalty, the future King, for goodness sake, whereas you were merely an ordinary baker living in a small town who earned just enough money to pass your days. The fine line between friends and lovers was clearly not meant for either of you to cross.

You both worked well as best friends who met up regularly in secret, and it should stay this way for the best.

“You can be too full of yourself sometimes, prince,” you held your gaze steady as his emerald eyes bore into yours. You weren’t sure if you were hallucinating when for a fleeting second, you saw flames of desire flickering in them.

“Same can be said about you, my dear,” he reached up to cup your cheek, his hand much more calloused than what you expected of a prince and the stroke of his thumb was gentle, light, as if you were something fragile that he was afraid to break. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. “You sure are naive for thinking that I can't see through every single one of your lies.”

“So what if you’re right? It can’t--won’t change anything now, will it?”

“Depends,” his eyes zeroed in on your lips. He had been wondering how they tasted for a long while. “Do you want us to change?”

“I...I don’t know,” you stammered, your mind filled with uncertainty. If it was up to you, of course you wanted to be the one who had his heart, body and soul, the one he called his, the special one to him in a sea of millions but...those were all the things the Law and your status forbid both of you to do. Even if your friendship blossomed into something more, everything would still end up in flames.

So with an apologetic smile, you removed his hand from your cheek. “But I do know that this is wrong. There shouldn’t even be an us in the first place, Jonah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “You’re supposed to find your ‘happy ever after’ with someone better, someone with a royal background maybe, not with a nobody like me.”

“God, Y/N, can you not keep thinking about what’s best for me for once, and consider what I really want?” Jonah was annoyed at your stubbornness to give in. You were the one who always reprimanded him for always not putting himself first yet here you were, dismissing your feelings for him because you thought he deserved better. How ironic. When he spoke again though, his voice evidently softened, the frustrated edge gone. “Because news flash, Y/N, I’ve loved you since day one and all I want right now and forever, is you. Not Gwen, not anyone the papers claimed I’m dating, just you.”

You were taught to be prepared for whatever that came your way in life. Your parents insisted on you helping out at the bakery at a very young age, intending to prepare you well for the day it was your turn to run the bakery on your own; you had told yourself constantly that the one you loved didn’t reciprocate your feelings, to prepare yourself for the oncoming heartbreak. But no one had prepared you for...this. He loves you. The Crown Prince loves you. If it weren’t for the fact you could feel the sting of the light pinch you gave onto the back of your hand, you would’ve thought that this was merely a wild dream that you’d eventually wake up from. “Jonah I...I don’t know what to say.”

“So don’t say anything at all,” he breathed, slowly leaning in...

Then he kissed you.

Nothing else seemed to matter anymore once his lips clashed into yours. The world faded away, until all there’s left was you and him in your own little bubble, lips parting only to meet again and again and again, until you forgot everything save for the taste of his lips, his mouth, his tongue and how soft his hair was when you involuntarily raked your fingers through it. You had always wondered if your first kiss would be languid and chaste as you slowly explore each other’s mouth, or quick and urgent as if the world was about to end. This kiss though, was everything in between and more, fueled by the fiery passion that was bottled up for years and the intention of kissing the eight letters into each other’s bones over and over again. I love you, I love you, I love you...

“I think I love you too, my prince,” you unknowingly whispered into the kiss and you felt him smile against your lips.

“You do?” He asked teasingly and with your arms hooked around his neck, you could only pull him closer to emphasize your point. “Mhm-hmm,” you hummed pleasantly when his lips found yours again. He still couldn’t get enough of the lovely sensation of your lips on his but he didn’t mind that. He never wanted to ever get enough of you anyway.

“Good,” he mumbled and God, you were perfectly content to stay like this with him forever, just you and him sharing secretive kisses in a sunflower field without a care in the world...

But is there even a forever for you both?

“Not even a day into this new relationship and you’re already starting to worry about everything,” he said when he broke the kiss and pulled away because he felt the change in your previously elated mood.

“How do you even know?”

“You’re actually a very easy person to read if one knows where to look.”

“I am not!”

“And not to forget very defensive towards every comment made about you.”

“Oh my gosh, Jonah, cut it out!” You groaned dramatically, earning laughs from the prince.

“Okay, okay. Anyways, about us, we’ll take it one day at a time, see where life takes us,” he took your hands in his. “It’s going to be tough but we’ll make it, I promise.”

“What if I’m not capable of withstanding the challenges?” It was going to be hard. The cruel world would definitely find a way to rip and ruin your relationship and...you just weren’t sure if you were prepared to face it.

“Then I’ll be strong enough to fight for the both of us,” he assured you, pressing a kiss on your hair. “I’m tired of having to keep my love for you a secret when our love is something that should be celebrated.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his heartfelt sentiment.

“I won’t let anything get in the way of our happiness,” he squeezed your hands. “Do you trust me, my love?”

For what seemed to be the millionth time that day, you looked into his eyes. This time, they shone with nothing but love and determination, which made you realise that maybe things would be fine after all because you knew Jonah and how he never gave blank promises, said anything he didn’t mean or gave up easily on the things he had set his mind on.

This was going to be a wild, bumpy ride with him but...where’s the fun in life if it was smooth sailing, right?

So with a hopeful expression that mirrored his, you gave him your reply.

“I do.”

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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

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

D: Probably that we're idiots.

C: Probably.

Love Story | A Jonah Marais Fanfic (PART 5B)

Requested by @xxghostnappaxx​

A/N: The finale!!! I’ve enjoyed writing this fanfic so much!! Hope you have enjoyed reading this my love (and other people who have read it!) xx

Today’s the day... I’m officially going to be Mrs. Marais!!!!! I honestly never thought that this day would come. Heck, I honestly never thought I’d be getting married to a member of a world famous band! It feels like a dream but it’s a reality and I’m just super excited!!! Little did I know that I would become best friends with the love of my life and his friends! Little did I know that the guy I styled was going to be the guy that I’ll be spending the rest of my life with! Oop! Here I go! I’m officially becoming Mrs. MaCayla Ciara Marias!

The final touches of makeup are set, the little flyaways in my hair are neatly tucked in and my dress is adjusted to make sure it floats off the ground like a princess as I walk down the aisle. The butterflies begin and the adrenaline kicks in. It feels like a dream but it’s actually a reality and I can’t believe it! I’m about to marry my best friend and the love of my life. This feeling is just so surreal and I’m so happy to be in this position!

I watch the boys walk down the aisle and stand in a line. I then watched my soon-to-be husband walk down. My god did he look handsome! My breath got caught in my throat. He just looked so good! I’m marrying that?! Oh my lord!! I then watch my girl friends walk down the aisle and they looked absolutely beautiful! I take a deep breath and walk to where the aisle starts. The nerves kick in and I start to feel sick. “Breathe, darling. You’re okay”, my dad whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek. “I’m right here”. I smile at my dad and thank him for reassuring me. The music sounds and I begin my walk down the aisle. I look at Jonah who’s sobbing which makes me well up. 

I kiss my dad on the cheek and walk up to meet Jonah, who takes my hand and kisses it ever so gently. He gently pushes my veil over my head and his breath gets caught in his throat. “You’re so beautiful!” he whispers. “So handsome!” I whisper. The ceremony begins and shit just got real. It’s actually happening. 

Despite the amount of times we had to stop due to sobbing from both Jonah and I, we managed to get through our vows. The rings get handed to us and with shaky hands, we exchanged rings. “I now pronounce you husband and wife!” echoed through the microphone and Jonah swept me off my feet and into a sweet and passionate kiss. Confetti and rose petals were thrown in the air and cheers and squeals were sent our way. 

The reception, or as I like to call it, the after party, was so much fun! Everyone was dancing, singing and having a ball! The whole night was filled with so much love and joy and it just made Jonah and I feel so special. The music faded away and the MC tapped on the mic. “Could I get everyone off the dance floor except for the happily married couple?”

Everyone walks back to their tables and Jonah and I are left standing, hand in hand. “It is time for these two to have their first dance as a couple!” the MC says and everyone cheers. I then noticed Daniel, Jack, Zach and Corbyn walk on to the stage and sit in their seats. “Oh. My. God. They’re not!” I whisper to Jonah. “They are!” The boys start singing ‘What Am I’ and Jonah turns me around and pulls me into a warm and gentle embrace. We slowly start swaying and moving across the dance floor as the boys sing. I hear Jonah whispering his parts in my ear and I can’t help but smile.

The song finishes and the music starts again which makes everyone run up to the dance floor and the party starts. Everyone is singing, dancing, drinking and having so much fun. The ceremony was magical but this was a party! This was honestly the best night ever! And I spent it with the ones I adore and the love of my life who is now my husband. 

LATER THAT NIGHT...

My mum stops at the driveway of the house and drops us off. “Thanks mum! Love you!” I say to my mum and I hop out of the car. “Thanks Mrs. Underwood!” the boys say and hop out of the car. We all walk in and head upstairs to get ready for bed. “Night guys!” I yell to the boys as we all head to our rooms. “Night!” 

Jonah and I walk to our room and get ready for bed. “That was a blast!” I say. “Agreed!” he replies. I walk to the bathroom and wrap my arms around Jonah’s waist. “And I wouldn’t want to spend it any other way”. Jonah spins in my grasp and picks me up. I squeal as he picks me up and kisses me. “On a scale of 1-10, how tired are you?” he asks. I give him a confused look. “Um... 4. Why?” I ask and I see a smirk appear on his lips. He gently lays me on the bed and plants kisses across my jawline and neck. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?” he asks. 

That night was spent touching, kissing and having some nice, passionate - you get where I’m going with this! Let’s just say that Jonah is great in bed!! Especially when he’s your husband!!!

And that is officially the end! I hope you enjoyed my lovely and I hope other people who have read this enjoyed too! It has been fun writing this fanfic and I hope you guys had fun reading it! 

If you want a fanfic, hit up my asks and I’ll happily write it for you xx

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

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it looks FUCKIN amazing!

medicine | jonah marais

> “please take your medicine”

You laid in the dark, bedridden and stiff. Your whole body ached when you made the slightest movement and you couldn’t breathe out of your nose; the pile of kleenexes next to you had excessively grown into a mountain. Your phone hadn’t been touched in three days because any light you were exposed to left you with a pounding headache. You could barely keep down food and you hadn’t touched your water bottle all day; it didn’t appeal to you at all. Every part of your body hated you, it seemed, even after you tried to prevent it for months. You would rather have ballroom danced with satan than gotten the flu.

While you laid in your sweaty agony and stared at the ceiling, you heard the door creak open. “Well good afternoon princess,” Jonah smiled. “How are you feeling?” He asked softly, opening the door just enough to peek his head through. You tilted your head to see him and then shook it, too tired to say anything. He frowned and walked in, his eyes falling on your nightstand. “Why haven’t you taken your meds?”

“They’re nasty,” You said, your voice raw from not talking. Your throat burned with every intake of breath. “It hurts to swallow anything, let alone pills.”

Jonah sighed, “I know, but you need to take them. That’s the only way you’re going to get better.”

You didn’t answer, but only shivered from the chills that suddenly came over you. Jonah bit his lip and walked over to your closet, pulling out a thick blanket from the basket on the floor. He then doubled it over and laid it over your feet. “Can you pull it up?” You hoarsely asked, wanting anything to relive your symptoms.

“That will only make the fever worse,” He said, sitting down at the end of your bed. You huffed and pursed your lips. You knew in the back of your mind that he was really trying to help, but you couldn’t help but to despise him a little; you just wanted to stop shivering so much. “Y/N please take your medicine.”

“No,” You whined. Taking those pills were the last thing you wanted to do. You’ve always had issues taking medicines that came in capsules or pills; it honestly kind of scarred you as a child. “Please don’t make me,” You pleaded.

Jonah was desperate at this point. You were miserable and he knew it; he couldn’t stand to watch you suffer. He stood up and squatted down by your nightstand, beginning to dig through the Walgreens bag he had brought back a few days ago. “I knew you would end up like this,” He pulled out a small box. “So I bought you children’s Mucinex. It’s a liquid, not a pill.”

Your heart almost exploded. You didn’t know if it was from relief that you didn’t have to take the decongestant or the fact that Jonah went out of his way to do that for you, but either way you almost started to cry. “You’re the love of my life,” You said hazily. He smirked and read how much to give on the box. You propped yourself up slightly as he poured the liquid and handed it to you, along with the water bottle you hadn’t touched.

After taking the Mucinex, Jonah took the medicine cup back from you and set it on the nightstand. You settled back into your original position, trying to ignore the pressure from your nose, and laid your head down on your pillow.

“I hope you know this doesn’t mean you can completely ignore your pills - you still have to take those,” Jonah admitted.

“I know. I’m choosing to not think about that for now,” You said, closing your eyes. He chucked and sat next to you, leaning his back against the headboard of your bed. You opened your eyes and rolled over to look at him. “What are you doing? You’re going to get sick-“

“I don’t care,” He interrupted, “It’s just nice to be near you.”

Fear and Comfort (J.M)

This was requested by a cute anon and I liked the idea a lot!!

Summary: Jonah and Y/n are forced to watch a horror movie despite both of their hatred for it

Warnings? None, maybe swearing?

Word Count: 1.4k

A/n: I haven’t written a full length imagine in FOREVER I’m so sorry so I hope you like this one! Please give love because my writing hasn’t really been read lately which makes me saaaad anyway enjoy

Wednesday night. Movie night with the boys.

It was a tradition that had been going on basically since the moment you became friends with them. Every Wednesday when the boys weren’t on tour or busy with music, you all got together, piled on the couch with blankets and snacks, and watched movies until you were too tired.

Jonah’s arm was slung over your shoulders, your head resting on him as you watched Corbyn scroll through the movies on Netflix, everyone quietly discussing what they wanted to watch.

When he paused at the Horror movie section, Jonah protested, earning nothing but laughs from the boys.

“Horror movie it is, Jonah?” Corbyn teased, scrolling through them as he tried to find a good one.

“The Conjuring?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows as he looked over at the both of you.

“Can’t we pick something else?” you suggested, not wanting to be kept up all night by a stupid movie.

“We never watch horror movies together, maybe you’ll like this one can we just try?” Zach whined.

You looked up at Jonah, who let out a loud sigh as he shrugged, silently telling you that he guessed you guys should give it a shot for once.

You nodded your head, figuring maybe your random fear of dumb horror movies might have passed by now, even though you were pretty sure that wasn’t actually the case.

Daniel hopped up off the couch, shutting the lights off before jumping back into his spot that was on the other side of Jonah.

“Here goes nothing,” you mumbled as you placed the fuzzy blanket over you and Jonah, cuddling in closer to him as the intense opening music began, making you slightly nervous already.

Jonah rested his hand on your thigh comfortingly, leaning down to kiss the top of your head before diverting his eyes back to the screen.

The beginning of the movie was better than you were expecting, but after a while both you and Jonah had stiffened up, moving closer to each other under the blanket for safety.

Jonah nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath tickling your skin as he shielded his eyes from the screen in front of him.

The other boys didn’t seem to take notice, too invested in the movie and their own fright, which they accepted with open arms unlike you and Jonah who resented it.

You hand found the back of Jonah’s neck and then his hair, where you ran your hands through it in hopes of comforting him.

At one of the jump scares, both of you shrieked, grabbing each other tightly, able to feel the rapid beating of Jonah’s heart through his hoodie as he held you tightly, his eyes moving towards and away from the screen as the movie continued.

“It’s okay, babe,” you whispered, laughing slightly at how pathetic the both of you probably looked to the other boys, and you noticed the smile creep onto his face after you kissed his cheek, making him feel better.

“Why do people like movies like this?” he asked, his nose scrunching as he cringed, his body tense in anticipation of the next jump scare. “I don’t even know why it freaks me out I don’t like it.”

“It’ll be over soon,” you chuckled, running your hand through his hair one last time before being quiet to let the boys enjoy the movie.

You and Jonah released a simultaneous sigh of relief when the ending credits rolled onto the screen.

Daniel screamed in your direction unexpectedly, making you shriek and grab a fistful of Jonah’s sweater in your hand, throwing a pillow at Daniel immediately afterwards.

“You’re an ass,” you laughed, turning away from Daniel as you pouted jokingly.

“Awww Y/n is scared,” Daniel teased, reaching over Jonah and tickling your side momentarily, making you break into a smile despite your slight dislike for him at that very moment.

Eventually all of you decided it was time for bed, and you entered the bathroom to finish getting ready.

You shut your eyes to rinse of your face that you had just watched, gasping when you opened your eyes and looked in the mirror before realizing it was just a black towel behind you.

“Fucking horror movies,” you scoffed to yourself as you turned out of the room, shutting the light off and walking down the hall to your room.

The hallway was dark save for the light pouring from the crack under yours and Jonah’s room, and you picked up your pace and jogged into your room, closing the door quickly behind you.

“You okay?” Jonah asked jokingly, lifting his eyebrows as he pat the bed beside him.

“Fine,” you nodded, flopping onto the bed beside him and shutting your eyes.

“Let’s get some sleep,” he suggested, reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp, pulling you close as he always did when the two of you went to bed.

“I love you,” you whispered as Jonah ran his hand up and down your arm gently.

“I love you,” he said back in a soft tone, “goodnight.”

You shut your eyes in hopes of sleep easily washing over you, but they shot open when you heard a noise coming from the other side of the room.

You knew it was probably the house creaking, or the breeze from the slightly opened window rustling something nearby.

Darkness filled the room heavily, the only exception being the glimmer of the moon through the slim gap between the curtains, spreading across the carpeted floor.

You sighed to yourself as you flipped your legs off the side of the bed, Jonah groaning ever so slightly as you tip toed over to the window, quickly looking outside before shutting the window, rushing back to the bed as quickly as possible.

You shut your eyes again, hoping that you put your mind at ease and now you would sleep easily and soundly.

Every time you began to drift off, the images and thoughts of the movie you watched crept into your mind.

You glanced over at your closet, not being scared of it since you were a little kid, but the scene of the movie suddenly made you feel like your worst nightmare was hiding in there.

“Jonah,” you whispered, “are you awake?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled tiredly.

“I can’t sleep,” you told him, rolling over to face him as his eyes fluttered open to meet yours.

“How come?” he asked you, draping his arm over your torso.

“The stupid movie,” you answered, feeling embarrassed and finally thanking the darkness for the sole reason that it was able to hide the blush appearing onto your cheeks as you looked at Jonah’s smooth skin as shadows danced across his face.

“It’s just a movie babe, it’s not real,” he assured you, placing a quick kiss to your lips before rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah it’s stupid, I’m sorry,” you sighed, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position.

“Nothing’s going to happen, Y/n. I won’t let anyone hurt you. It’s supposed to scare you, but you don’t need to worry about the same thing happening to us, okay?” he said softly, his voice raspy as he tried to comfort you.

“I know I just-I don’t know, I keep thinking about it and it’s freaking me out,” you shrugged, resting your head on his chest as he traced patterns along your back.

“Try taking your mind off it, think about something else,” he suggested, the power of his touch already making you feel slightly better.

“Like what?” you asked.

“Like me,” he joked, a tired smirk playing across his face.

“I don’t know, you’re pretty scary,” you joked back, earning an exaggerated look from Jonah, who immediately laughed afterwards.

“Thanks,” he laughed, rolling his eyes at you before kissing you again, knowing it made you feel better.

After you lay in silence for a few moments, Jonah began singing softly beside you. You were able to feel his breath against your skin as he lay so close to you, his gentle voice filling the room, washing away most of the fears you had been feeling, your mind completely focused on the sound you were hearing and the boy it was coming from.

You let yourself close your eyes, your body relaxing in his arms and he sang slow love songs to you. You didn’t even realize the moment you stopped hearing his voice as sleep washed over you.

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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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It’s my first time posting a fanfic of mine and also translating it to english so I apologize for my spelling mistakes and repeating words. Feel free to correct me and help. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Player

Another night of party, lots of drinking and fun. It was something increasingly common in our lives because of the band and growing popularity, and I was worshiping, I will not deny. What boy never dreamed about it? Even more achieve this life next to friends. — Look who we have here! - James, our longtime friend said while approaching. — I thought you had forgotten the old friend... — He joked while he laughes.   — Impossible.  — I said and soon Jack accompanied me.   — How could we forget our friend who put us in the biggest troubles back in school? — James looked offended but soon began to laugh. — Guilty! — He raised his hands. — Everyone needs stories and we have some good ones to tell. — He made a sign to the waiter and soon we all had glasses of drink, watching his big party. It didn't look that we were in an apartment. After some time there, drinking and talking, my eyes turned to the door. A beautiful girl entered wearing a black leather skirt with a laced wine top and high heels of the same color, using silver jewelry shining. — Close your mouth. - Zach commented while he laughed being accompanied by the others. — You will end up swallowing a fly. — Who is she? — Corbyn questioned. — We are friends James, we should know her. — She's probably new. — Daniel added. I kept my eyes on her and I'm sure she realized. Our looks crossed while she smiled on the corner of her mouth. Her attention went back to James who had just approached her. They laughed while greeted and he turned her around, showing her look. If I was lucky enough, they'd have nothing with each other. — Will Jonah boy get the girl or not? — Jack questioned while gave me a slightly poke. — And when didn't I get? - I smiled cockish but everybody knew it was the purest truth. — She seems tough. — Corbyn said. — You know he likes a challenge. He's a player. — Zach laughed. — Zach knows me better than you, Corbyn. — I really like challenges. They intrigue me and keep me interested until I get what I want. That's the way the world works. My eyes followed her into the kitchen and I bit my lower lip. Time to make my move. Definitely won't sleep alone tonight. — I need more vodka. — I smiled for them and they laughed, knowing the real reason I left that couch. I walked across the room to she go where she was and I saw her taking a bottle of vodka, ready to be serve if she could open it — Do you need some help? — I smiled, catching her attention — Actually, I don't. — She turned her attention back to the bottle, ignoring me completely. This would be difficult, Corbyn was right. No one me ignores. — You're not used to "no", are you? — She laughed, mocking me while filling her glass with  the liquid. I laughed and approached my glass, so she could complete it for me. — You got me, I must admit. — She smiled after hearing me. — It's good to be different. — She said already moving away from me, leaving me alone in the kitchen. She's really something else. I took a sip in my drink and decided to return to the room where I was with my friends before. — Do you have her number already? - Zach questioned me, looking eager for the reply. - I didn't. She literally left me static in the kitchen while mocking me. — I commented frustrated as they laughed. — I told you that this one would be difficult. — Corbyn added when I sat on the couch, looking far as I drank. In the middle of the party, I noticed Daniel talking with my girl. They laughed, seemed to be having fun. For a moment I was jealous but I knew he wouldn't stab me. This is not like him. He came back to us with her by his side. — Boys, this is the [y/n]. [Y/n], these are Zach, Corbyn, Jack and Jonah. — He smiled, winking for me. — It is a pleasure to know you all. Except Jonah. — For a moment I swallowed dry. How it was not a pleasure knowing me? — 'Cause I already met him in the kitchen. — She smiled having fun, making the others laugh. Once again, she got me. [Y/n] 2, Jonah 0. — How did we never meet you before? — Jack asked. — We are friends with James for years and he never talked about you. — Corbyn completed. — Oh, I met him a few weeks ago. I'm his new neighbour. — She answered and bit her plastic cup at hand, leaving it marked with her teeth. — Everything makes sense now?  — I'm sorry for you having him as your neighbour. — It was Zach's time to joke, making all of us laugh. — He can be a bit noisy. — Daniel stroked his hair and she smiled at him. — Not a problem if I am noisier. — She laughed. — If you thought I was noisy, it is because you didn't know her. — James smiled as he approached. — She hears music really loud on saturdays mornings. — Cleaning day. — She interrupted him. — And sundays as well. — Pancakes for breakfast day. — She giggled. — What is wrong with it? — None if you call me to eat the pancakes. — He laughed with her. — I'd like having pancakes for breakfast as well. — Jack raised his hand and smiled. — Me too! — Zach and Daniel answered together and she looked in my direction, waiting for me to say something. — I wouldn't mind having pancakes for breakfast. — I said smirking and she smiled. — It seems like I'll have to do a lot of pancakes. — She laughed while the boys celebrated and I took a sip of my drink, without taking my eyes off of her. I could see sparks in her eyes like in mine. It's mutual but why she doesn't give in? The both of us could take advantage of the moment if she allowed. I bet she wouldn't regret. I need to be alone with her and start my game, I can't let her continue winning. After some time talking, she decided that needed smoking so she went to the rooftop. I'd go her right after her but I didn't want to look desperate. — What is this girl's problem? — I questioned James and the other laughed. — Jonah does not accept that she rejected him. — Zach commented, laughing with others. —  My beloved friend, your mistake is thinking that she is like the others. —  James put his arm on my shoulder. — She doesn't care about who you are or if you are handsome and famous. But I know that she doesn't like guys of your type. — I frowned. What "my type" means? — Guys who like the challenge so they can display the trophy and then disappear. — Jonah, she doesn't like idiots, you're screwed. — Corbyn said, laughing and Jack continued. — How is it being rejected for the first time? — She didn't reject me, ok? She just didn't let me help her. — I don't think you should insist knowing that, Jonah. She looks really nice. — Daniel commented. He was the most kind of us for sure. — Danny boy is already taking care of her and barely knows [y/n]. — Zach said smiling. — Always compassionate. — I just think it's time for Jonah realizing that they have feelings and they can get hurt with all this little game of his. — I'll think about. Now I'll go after her. — I said already leaving them to go to the rooftop.

Something Different | Chapter 1 (Tell Me) | Jonah Marais

A/N: So this is the first chapter of the series “Something Different” I plan on to write. Please leave me some feedback and tell me if I should continue and if you liked it. If you really enjoyed also please reblog so more people will see it. So hopefully you enjoy and tell me what you think of it. Please excuse mistakes. I tried my best with editing but I’m not a native and I don’t have anyone to proofread. 

Summary: You are Daniel’s best friend and go to one of his concerts. You meet Jonah and let’s say the feelings are directly mutual. Every chapter of this series will also be inspired by one of their songs starting with ‘Tell Me’.

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 2k 

M&G, Portland, 6.12 pm

“Guys can you please get to your places now? We will let the fans in in a few” Tyler says getting a bit annoyed with Zach and Jack as they are just fooling around as always. “Excited to be in your city?” Jonah asks and looks over to Daniel who just nods his head the biggest smile on his face. He knows his family and friends will be at the show tonight watching him perform.

A few minutes the doors open and the first fans storm into the room. They all stand in a line and go one by one over to the boys. They hug all of them then take a picture before leaving again.

34 minutes later

You stand all excited in line as it is almost your turn. Just two more fans to go. As Daniel’s best childhood friend, you decided to surprise him now he is finally in Portland again. You wanted to see him and his bandmates perform for ages already but since you went to college there wasn’t really time to fly over to another place.

“Last one guys!” Tyler says smirking over at you. He knew you were coming over and helped you to get M&G. Daniel looks up “Y/N!! Oh my god what are you doing here?” “Coming to see you perform what else” you laugh and hug him. Jonah turns his head over just seeing your back first. He takes a few glances at your body not even noticing he is staring until Zach hits his arm laughing. “Like what you see hm?” He smirks up at Jonah whose cheeks turn slightly red now “Shut up bro” he mumbles back trying to play it all cool.

After your long hug with Daniel and him rambling about how happy he is to see you again you hug Corbyn then walk over to Jonah.  “Hi…ahm I’m Jonah” he runs his fingers through his hair nervously. Normally it wasn’t a problem with him to meet new girls or flirt with them but now it is different. He isn’t usually like this. You introduce yourself to him then he leans down wrapping his arms around your shoulders giving you a hug as well. He takes in your scent and bites his lip. “Guess I’ll see you backstage after the show then anyways” He says pulling back slowly his hands on your waist. You nod your head looking up at him “Yeah Daniel already told me to meet you all after the show to hang out some. Can’t wait” You mumble. His gaze is captivating. Hard to look away again. You quickly shoot out your thoughts when Tyler says something that you should hurry up because the boys need to get ready for their show. You quickly go over to Zach and Jack then you take a picture with them. “See you after the show! Good luck boys! And don’t trip Daniel!!” you say laughing before walking out again.

Dressing room, 34 minutes before the show

“Where do you know Y/N from?” Jonah asks as he starts to button up his shirt. Daniel is next to him fixing his jeans before pulling a shirt as well. He looks up at his friend. “She doesn’t get out of your head, right?” he chuckles. “We just lived a few houses away from here in Portland and yeah we basically grew up together and went to school together.” “Is she alone here?” “Are you asking if she has a boyfriend? I saw the way you checked her out directly you are so bad at hiding it” Daniel laughs then shakes his head “What I know she is single but go and find out yourself after the show.”

the show starts, 8.03 pm

The boys all run out on stage and start their show. The fans go crazy singing along every word from the first second. You smile over at Anna “Wow they are amazing” you say and she giggles nodding her head “They improved a lot trust me but yeah they are.” The two of you sing and dance along when Jonah looks over. He smiles seeing you in the crowd. He can’t take his eyes off you as he sees you dancing along to ‘Tell Me’ that he almost missed his solo. Zach laughs and hits him on his back “So much to you aren’t interested” he smirks. Jonah tries to shrug it off and to concentrate again. After the Meet and Greet Zach kept teasing him on how he looked at you the moment you walked into the room and when you hugged him.

“You stare at him” Anna laughs and you look over at her “Hm?” “Oh don’t play it cool now Y/N. I see you already the entire concert checking Jonah out. He’s hot isn’t he and single” she smirks over making you blush. “I didn’t look at him that much. I’m just enjoying the concert” you try to defend yourself but you know she is right. Maybe Jonah is hot yes and maybe you looked at him a little too much the entire time but who can blame you. He is really handsome and you noticed how he looks over the entire time as well mostly during his solos. “You don’t enjoy just the concert you also enjoy your view” Anna nudges your side then screams louder as Daniel starts to sing ‘Trust Fund Baby’ making you laugh.

Backstage, 9.42 pm

“Amazing show boys! Great Job!” the boys’ manager smiles patting them all on their shoulders. “Go change now Jonah. You wanna smell good when Y/N is here in a bit” Jack chuckles some. They keep on teasing him because they did notice as well how Jonah looked at you most of the time during the concert. Okay let’s be honest he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“We will just wait here now. We’ll spend some time backstage till the fans are gone before we leave the venue” Anna explains. The two of you sit on a couch in their green room just chatting while you wait till the boys are here. 10 minutes later they all walk inside, showered and changed.

“And did you like the show?” Daniel asks hugging the two of you again. Jonah walks over behind him watching closely the way Daniel wraps his arms around your waist biting his lip a little. He quickly shakes his head. It’s ridiculous to be jealous now. He is never like that but you had a different effect on him. “You were great. Such an amazing show” you say and Jonah sits down on your other side. Daniel takes place next to his sister Anna and the 3 other boys on a different couch. “And what did you enjoy most about it? The singing? Anything or anyone in particular?” Zach asks and raises his eyebrows at you smirking. Of course, he noticed as well how you watched Jonah most of the time. “Shut up man” Jonah just mumbles and shoots him a warning look making everyone else just laugh. “Please ignore them. They can be a bit annoying sometimes” he whispers to you making you giggle. You turn your head and look up into his blue eyes smiling widely.

You all talk about the show then Daniel walks outside with Anna because their mum is waiting outside. Corbyn facetimes Christina while Zach and Jack just play some random game on their phones. Jonah turns over at you taking his chance now. “So, what are you doing Y/N?” “I just started college a few months ago. It was a bit stressful at first but now I’m doing fine” you say and look at him. You feel how he casually wraps his arm over the back of the couch making your heart beat a little faster. He is way too charming the way he smiles and how he intensively he looks at you while you are talking just about college and moving to your dorm. You don’t even notice that you mostly ramble unimportant stuff but you just couldn’t concentrate when he is sitting so close.

“Hey you want to come to the tour bus with us? We could watch a movie together there” Jonah says and looks at you. “I don’t know is that okay when I’ll be there as well?” “Yes of course please stay and we got one free bunker or you can sleep on the couch however you want. Please Y/N I haven’t seen you in ages” Daniel begs as he just walked back into the green room. Jonah and he look both at you with puppy eyes and there is no way for you to say no to them.

Tour bus, 20 minutes later

After the boys took some pictures outside with the fans that were still waiting for them to leave the venue, you all settled down in the back of the bus to watch a movie together.  Jonah is quick to sit down next to you and you smile over at him being happy he is at your side again. Jack takes the remote “So what do you think let’s watch the Purge together? That movie is great” “Oh c’mon really a horror movie?” Jonah whines at first as he hates horror movies. He got way too scared. “Yeah let’s watch it Y/N can protect you then Jo” Corbyn simply laughs making Jonah’s face turn a bit more red then looks down at you “I’m not scared I just thought you won’t like to watch something like this” He tries to defend himself but you just laugh at him “It’s okay I’ll just hide my face then in your arm” you giggle and he grins “Well I won’t stop you from doing that” Jonah smiles and casually wraps his arm around you again.

Jack presses play and Daniel dims the lights as the movie starts. You don’t get scared easily but the movie had some really intense scenes. As you flinch you feel how Jonah pulls you closer against his body. “It’s alright” he whispers into your ear his voice calming you down a little but a few seconds later you find yourself hiding your face in his chest. Jonah leans down and you feel how he rests his head on top of yours obviously hiding his face as well. You smile now a little not minding having him so close. His strong arms feel so right around your body and you could used to resting your head on his chest.

Almost 2 hours later

After the movie was over everyone just got ready to go to sleep. “Here this should be fine for you to sleep in” Daniel says handing you some sweatpants and a shirt from him. You thank him then got changed when the bathroom is free. “Thanks for letting me stay boys. I’ll get someone picking me up tomorrow” you tell them and Zach shakes his head “One of our drivers can get you home no worries” he assures you smiling. Daniel shows the bunker you can sleep in and about 15 minutes everyone went to bed as they all were tired from the show.

Laying in the bunker you take out your phone just scrolling through Instagram. You smile seeing Jonah has followed you a few minutes ago and you assume he is awake as well. You start to scroll down his feed after following him back when you get a DM suddenly.

Jonah: “Can’t sleep either?”

It was Jonah dming you. You almost freaked out internal. 

You: “Not so tired yet. Wbu? Not exhausted from the show?”

Jonah: “No not really. Got something on mind and can’t stop thinking about it”

Of course, he was talking about you.

You: “Wanna talk?”

Jonah: “Sure, x come over to my bunker?”

You: “Yeah be there in a sec”

Jonah: “Hope you don’t mind I’m shirtless”

You read his text trying to hide your giggle. You pull the curtain to the side and quietly get out your bunk tiptoeing over to his so you don’t wake anyone. 

(Please please leave me feedback and tell me if I should continue writing it.)

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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Ok qtvtp - the moment that Jonah admits his feelings to Ava/ her reaction

↳  A/N Time to learn more about Jonah's character :)

↳ Word Count: 1357

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February 15, 2019

“Well, it’s nice to see a friendly face this morning. It’s been a slow shift.” Avalon grinned, clicking her pen in her hand as she stopped at the table of two, “What can I get you?”

Jonah glanced up from his menu and sent her a tight smile, “Good morning, Avalon.”

“Morning, Jonah.” she replied, unable to wipe the grin from her face.

It was due to the diamond ring that she wore on her left hand and captured Jonah’s attention right away. He let his gaze linger on it and then looked back up at her.

“I heard congratulations were in order. Daniel told me this morning.” Jonah said flatly.

“Oh,” Avalon flushed pretty pink and she looked down at the large ring on her hand, twisting it slightly around her finger, “Yes. Thank you.”

“It was nice? The proposal?” Jonah asked.

“So nice. It was perfect. He took me to dinner and then the beach and there was a whole setup as the sun set. Couldn’t imagine anything better.”

Jonah barely let her finish before rushing out a, “Nice. I’ll have a BLT with egg and a caramel iced coffee.”

He held the menu out between them, his lips pulled into some sort of a tight smile on his face. Avalon’s own smile faltered a moment but with her experience in the service industry, she played the interruption off coolly and took his menu.

“Of course.”

Her eyebrows furrowed to herself as she turned her back to him to go ring in the order. It wasn’t odd for Jonah to be a bit stand-offish but over the last months she only seemed to notice it more. Being around him gave her a pit in her stomach but she couldn’t quite place why. She watched him from her place behind the register as she waited for his lunch to be made, how he lined up his cutlery neatly at his place setting and stood perfectly straight as he stared out the window of the café.

When she brought over his lunch, he thanked her and gestured to the empty seat across from him, “Join me?”

“I’m on the clock.” Avalon protested politely.

Jonah looked around the otherwise empty restaurant, “You’re not busy.”

“Well…”

“Few minutes…just while I eat. I wanna talk to you.”

“I guess.” Avalon sent him a tiny smile and pulled out the metal chair across the table from him. She sat and smoothed her apron down over her lap, watching as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Through his bite, he spoke, “So…Daniel’s treating you well?”

“Yeah.” Avalon nodded. “He’s amazing. But I’m sure you know that. You’ve known him longer than I have.”

Jonah chuckled and nodded, wiping his mouth with his napkin before setting it back on the table, “That is true.”

“Did he tell you about his plans to propose?” Avalon couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course.” Jonah answered.

Avalon smiled to herself.

“But, listen,” Jonah took a sip of his coffee, “I have my own proposal for you.”

Avalon looked back up at him, “Alright?”

Jonah rested his arms on the table and smiled friendly at her, “You’ve said yourself that I know Daniel best because I have known him longer than you.”

Avalon nodded gently.

“So you won’t be too surprised if I tell you that he’s not the marriage type. In fact, if he had it his way, he wouldn’t have proposed to you at all.”

There was a pause during which Jonah took another casual bite of his lunch while waiting for his words to sink into the girl across from him.

Avalon processed his information but brushed it off, “Doubt that.”

“Daniel’s a womanizer, Aves.” Jonah continued. “He doesn’t want to settle down, he doesn’t want to be stuck with one girl for the rest of his life…he’s going to get bored and he’s going to sabotage everything to get the hell out of this.”

Jonah pointed to the large diamond ring that Avalon wore. She dropped her hand to her lap and out of sight. Jonah wasn’t done.

“I’ve seen him go through girl after girl these last few years without shame and he flirts religiously with clients even still now. He’s not the one for you, Ava. I knew I had to tell you before it was too late.”

“But you helped him plan the proposal?”

Jonah held his hand up politely to correct her, “Didn’t help plan. I knew of his plans and I tried to talk him out of it as kindly as I could. I don’t want to see you get hurt, Aves.”

“Sounds like you tried to sabotage us.” Avalon chuckled humourlessly.

“Ava, come on.” Jonah said gently, “I’m trying to help. I’m trying to give you an out before you get hurt. He is going to hurt you.”

“No, he won’t.”

“You don’t mind his long nights at work? His short temper from lack of sleep? How he doesn’t listen to you…forgets your dates…that doesn’t hurt you?”

“We’re not perfect but no one is.” Avalon argued. “But I know he loves me and I know he’s going to be my husband.”

“You’re trying to live a fantasy.” Jonah said. He reached his hands across the table towards her and stared her right into her eyes. “I can be your out.”

“I don’t need an out.” Avalon said sharply.

“I haven’t dated because I’ve been waiting for someone special and you, Avalon, are so special.” Jonah said gently, a sweet smile coming to his face as he stared at her. “I can treat you so much better than him. I want to be there for you, always.”

She couldn’t meet his eye as she spoke strongly, “Jonah, this is making me uncomfortable.”

“I love you.” Jonah said. “Do you hear me? I am in love with you.”

“You hardly know me.” Avalon retorted quickly.

“I know enough. I know your soul, Ava. I know what a caring and selfless and genuine woman you are and you deserve so much more than Daniel. You deserve someone who would be willing to give their life for you.”

“Jonah. Stop.” Avalon said sternly. “This is goddamn ridiculous. He’s your best friend.”

“I would choose you over him.”

She laughed humourlessly, looking away from him with a shake of her head. She slouched back in the café chair and pushed both her hands over her blonde hair in disbelief before dropping them to her lap.

“Just think about it. Think about the life we could have together.”

“Jonah!” Avalon turned to him, her voice dripping in annoyance and she set her hands down loudly on the table, showing off her diamond ring. “I am not even twenty-four hours into my engagement to your best friend and you are asking me to throw him away for…what? For you? Jonah, we are barely even friends. I’m not dropping my husband for some guy who thinks he knows what our relationship is without even being a part of it.”

“He’s not your husband.”

“He’s going to be! He’s going to be my husband and the father of my children and-”

“Daniel doesn’t want kids.”

“I’ve had enough of this. Keep your nose out of my relationship.” Avalon stood up from the table with enough force to scratch the metal chair over the laminate floor.

Jonah reached over quickly and grabbed her wrist with a snug grip so she couldn’t walk away. The seriousness in his eyes sent a chill down her spine.

“This stays between us. Think about it. You’re not married yet, just engaged, there’s still time.”

Avalon tugged her arm out of his tight hold, “You’re fucked. Stay away from me.”

“Avalon!” Jonah called after her as she hurried behind the front counter and into the kitchen out of sight. He sighed softly and turned back to his lunch, focusing on the fading scent of her perfume that lingered behind in her hasty exit. A calm smile came to his face as he lifted his iced coffee to his lips again and let his dreamy stare turn out of the windows of the café.

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Jo: ZACH! If we want to finish the song you'll have to stay awake!

Z: I'm sorry, I'm just really tired.

C: yeah, Jonah, the boy's tired

Ja: you can't expect him to be awake, [YN] got home last night.

Z: *blushing*

D: you'd be the same if Tate came over.

Love Story | A Jonah Marais Fanfic (PART 4)

Requested by @xxghostnappaxx​

A/N: This part will be shorter than the other parts because I have something special planned for part 5...

TIME SKIP TO A YEAR INTO THE RELATIONSHIP...

What. A. Year. Through all the ups and downs, Jonah and I are still together. To think that this is the longest relationship I’ve been in is just crazy. I didn’t think I’d fall so hard for this man. He’s been by my side through thick and thin and I’ve done the exact same for him. From meeting each other’s parents to spending Christmas and New Year’s together, it’s been one hell of a ride and I wouldn’t want to spend it with any other guy who isn’t Jonah. 

Today’s my 25th birthday and I’m spending it with Jonah, our families and the Why Don’t we boys. Out of all my birthdays, this was by far the best birthday bash! Tons of food, tons of presents, tons of singing and tons of dancing is the best way to spend a birthday! The boys did a special set which boosted the mood higher than expected. We all danced and sang along to the songs blaring through the speakers until the MC stopped us all. “Sorry to interrupt the fun but can we have everyone except the birthday girl and her boyfriend off the dancefloor please?” 

Everyone heads to their tables and I look at Jonah. “What’s going on?” I say as I look at everyone walking to their tables. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to face Jonah. “May I have this dance?” Jonah asks and I laugh. “You’re such a dork! Of course!” I say. As Jonah and I gently sway in the middle of the dancefloor, we share a kiss. “Thanks for all of this. You’re the best”, I whisper. “All for you, darling”, Jonah whispers and kisses my cheek. 

The song fades out and I watch Jonah drop to one knee. Tears immediately fall down my cheeks as I throw my hands to my mouth in shock. I hear my mum and Jonah’s mum scream in delight and Jonah’s sisters squeal in happiness. “I still remember our first day we met. You were so sweet and kind to me and I never thought we’d end up together. I would just like to give a shout out to Brendan for giving me your number. Thanks Brendan! After our first date, I knew you were the one for me. You have always been there for me and I can promise you that I’ll do the exact same for you. You are the most amazing girl ever and I just want to ask you one thing. I hope your answer is the one I’m looking for. MaCayla Ciara Underwood. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” 

Tears continue to fall down my cheeks. “Yes! Yes Jonah, oh my god!” I cry out and Jonah slides the ring on my finger. He pulls me in for a sweet and warm embrace as everyone runs and piles on top of us in one massive group hug. “I love you so much”, I say as I wipe my tears away. “I love you too sweetheart”. We go to hug our families and the boys. “I’m gonna be Mrs. Marais!!” I scream out as I go back to the dancefloor and party my life away. 

Best birthday ever! I can’t wait to officially become Mrs. Marais and spend the rest of my life with the man that I adore to infinity and beyond!

PART 5 COMING SOON...