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wqterlillypdfs · 2 years

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the lotus inn (d.s)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready to get outta here?”

“Never could be more.”

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

Guess old habits die hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So you wish your secrets farewell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jonahlovescoffee · 2 years

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One Last Time | J.M.

a/n: hi im back with a new fic even tho it kinda sucks (???) because my skills are rusty but y’all better still love me <3

summary: after countless painful heartbreaks, jonah swore to never love again but for you, he might give it one last try.

warnings: angst with fluff in the end hehe

word count: 2250

Jonah was perfectly fine with living alone in LA. His career took flight after his last breakup and he was free to live his life as wildly as he desired without having silly romantic relationships tying him down. He moved out from his old house and chose to settle in a cozy little apartment with his pet cat for a new start; he went to every single party he was invited to and usually ended up kissing way too many girls, getting way too drunk or waking up the next day with way too many gaps in his memory of the previous night; he got to put all his focus into making more music now that he had no girlfriend to put as his number one priority. Life was never better for the 23-year-old singer and he had never been happier. He was thriving on his own and he definitely didn’t need to…

“Can’t sleep again?”

…head to the neighboring apartment—your apartment in the middle of the night just because he couldn’t sleep. He was strong enough to deal with the inner demons that kept him up at night by himself.

Yet there he was anyway, doing exactly that and falling into your arms the moment the door opened wide enough for him to pass through. You weren’t the least bit surprised with his actions though, since it wasn’t unusual for him to engulf you in his tight bear hugs at the most unexpected times. Or visit you, that is.

He was grateful that you never complained about them.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled with his head buried in the crook of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a lungful of your scent. It wasn’t until then he realised how much he missed you, although the last time he saw you was this morning when you were about to leave for work and him for Daniel’s house. Hours apart felt like eternity when you weren’t around. “You?”

“Lost track of time while working, nothing new,” you admitted, rubbing his back in familiar strokes that put him at ease.

“Who the fuck works on a weekend?”

“Your favourite girl is a workaholic, apparently,” you joked and a smile involuntarily spread over his face and against your skin.

“Are you sure you’re my favourite girl?”

“I better be, or I’m kicking you out of my home right now,” you tried to make your threat sound less serious by adding a light laugh but Jonah knew you weren’t joking this time. You meant everything you just said (you never gave blank threats) so to some people you might be come across as intimidating, perhaps, but to Jonah, well…have you seen how small you were compared to him? He doubted you could do anything to make him leave your home if he didn’t want to. But you wouldn’t have to do anything because…

“Yep, you’re definitely my favorite,” he chuckled and felt how your body tensed when goosebumps started to form on the side of your neck where his hot exhales caressed.

Right. “Just friends“ equals personal space unless you say otherwise. He reluctantly removed his head from its previous comfortable resting spot on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I was too close—“

You shook your head. “It’s fine,” your hands found their way onto his face, cradling it between them gently, the simple gesture knocking his breath and all his problems out of him. God, he loved the way you touched him. “I like it when you’re close to me. It’s just that…”

“I know,” he said when you trailed off, unable to say your thoughts out loud. He understood what you meant. It’s just that it hurts when he does all these things to pull you closer, further blurring the line between friends and lovers, only to let you down again and again in the end. He resisted the urge to apologize once more, knowing that you’d merely brush him off with another ‘it’s fine’ if he did. You put up with his bullshit too much. He wondered why you hadn’t blocked him out of your life after all the emotional distress he had bestowed you. Yet.

A beat of silence passed with him watching you as you studied his face. He knew what you’d see. Tired eyes, unshaven beard and disheveled hair. In short, a mess. He hadn’t bothered to make himself look presentable lately. He wanted to but he couldn’t find the energy to. To be honest, he had been too emotionally and physically drained to do anything lately.

He knew you’d notice and a selfish part of him desperately wanted you to fuss over him. He was an asshole, really, for wanting and taking everything from you but not giving you anything back in return. The thing was, you didn’t want just anything. You wanted his love and he didn’t think he was in the right state to give you that. You deserved the special kind of love that would last for a lifetime, not a pathetic one coming from a broken heart that was still in the process of healing like his.

Guilt ate him away bit by bit, especially as you did exactly what he yearned for.

“When was the last time you slept well, Jonah?” you asked softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. All traces of playfulness were gone from your eyes and were replaced by concern, worry and everything else of the sorts.

“Can’t remember,” he admitted frankly, licking his lips and taking a gulp for extra courage before adding, “Been traveling a lot lately and sleeping in foreign hotels aren’t the same as…sleeping by your side.”

It was true. He didn’t know whether it’s the domesticity of preparing for bed together and the shared ‘goodnight’s before heading on a journey to dreamland, or maybe it’s the soothing feeling of your body pressed flush against his that made it easier for him to shut all the negative thoughts out, just for the night. Either way, he ended up growing addicted to holding you in his arms as he slept, which was why the nights without you had been torture for him.

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at his confession. You were oh so beautiful, he thought to himself. It scared him sometimes—how much he adored and wanted you even when he shouldn’t. “Glad you missed me.”

You sounded glad, relieved even. It was as if…you really thought you meant nothing to him.

“I always do, Y/N,” every second of the day until I’m back in your arms. He hated himself for not having the guts to say his true thoughts out loud.

You shook your head while smiling as if you found his reply incredulous. “You’re tired. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

“I meant every word I said, Y/N,” he insisted. “I didn’t say that because I was delirious.”

He received no answer but he noticed how your smile seemed forced after the words left his mouth.

At this point, you probably knew better than to let yourself believe in any of his sickeningly sweet but honest words. He didn’t blame you for that.

“Thanks, I’m flattered. Now, sleep time.”

He watched as you built your defenses up around you again. It was one of the most painful things he’d ever witnessed, that’s for sure.

“Alright.”

The bed dipped, followed by the rustling of the comforter, before a familiar warmth hit Jonah as you nestled against his chest. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, nor would it be the last time, but the effect your action had on Jonah would never cease.

Eruption of butterflies? Check.

Increase of heartbeat rate? Double check.

Suddenly having the overwhelming urge to make you his? Triple fucking check.

Habitually, he wrapped an arm around you, his hand casually resting on the curve of your waist. He could stay like this with you forever, he realised and he didn’t like it one bit.

The last thing you needed in your perfect life right now was a dumb, broken man for a boyfriend. One who only knew how to turn his life experiences into songs and getting led on by girls with bad intentions because he craved the feeling of loving someone and being loved in return, even if it’s fake.

But God, it was impossible for him to not fall harder for you each day when you were the one who lights up his world with your smile, the one who’ll drunkenly blabber about how big your crush on him is in the most adorable way after accidentally having too many drinks, the one who is always there to help him catch his breath whenever he feels like drowning and most importantly, the one who sees all his flaws but doesn’t love him any less because of them.

You don’t deserve her, a voice in his head said as he silently looked at you. Yet why were you here, resting in his embrace?

It must be another sick joke made by the universe to taunt him. To show him how close you were to him yet still so unreachable. Even if he did manage to reach you in the end, then what? All his past relationships either ended with him accidentally breaking his significant other’s heart or the other way round and he wasn’t going to risk it with you.

He didn’t want to lose you like how he did with them because…he wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from that loss.

Instead of continuing to lay on his side, he shifted his sleeping position so that his back was fully pressed against the mattress, with your head remaining on his chest.

Your bedroom was dead quiet save for the sounds of your breathing and the soft swish of the curtains that were slightly billowing in the chilly night breeze that entered through the opened sliding doors that led to the small balcony. You always slept with the curtains drawn because it let you get a clear view of the wide expanse of the night sky and if you’re lucky, you got to see stars that were littered across nature’s dark canvas. They were your only company during the lonely nights before he came along, you had once mentioned to him.

Now that he slept on the side of the bed that blocked your view of the outside world, the only thing in your line of vision was his chest, his neck, or if you tilt your head a little more upwards, his face.

Which was exactly where you’re looking at now.

“What’s on your mind?” Your voice was soft but it cut through the silence all the same, tearing his attention away from his racing thoughts.

“You,” he answered swiftly, offering you a weak smile that you didn’t reciprocate, causing his to eventually falter.

“For someone who said he wasn’t interested in a romantic relationship when I confessed my undying love for him, you sure think about me far too much,” you tisked and he couldn’t quite tell whether you meant your words in a teasing manner or were they pure sarcasm?

“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything for you, Y/N,” he was as torn as he sounded. One part of him yearned for you whereas the other wanted to push you away, to keep you safe. From his mess of a life and the pain it might inflict on you. “I just…don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you’re hurting me now by not letting me in, you know that?” You sighed. “Look, Jonah,” “I can’t wait forever for you to make up your mind.”

“Because it hurts like hell to be this close to you,” you reached up to run your thumb across his jaw, “but not being able to call you mine. And if the pain gets too unbearable one day, who’s to say I won’t leave?”

He hated that you were right.

So for a moment, he let himself picture what it would be like in a world where you belonged to him and vice versa; where he could have slow, lazy mornings in bed that consisted of intimate kisses, touches, and words that warmed hearts; where he’d be able to return to a home that wouldn’t be empty anymore due to your bubbly present; where he could keep you close in public with an arm securely looped around your waist or a hand holding yours without worrying that paparazzis would spread rumours that you were dating because it was true. You are his.

Life still wouldn’t be perfect, but at least it’d be complete with you in it and he’d definitely be happier than he was before.

That was when he realised he was a coward for spending too much time fearing what could go wrong, instead of thinking of all the beautiful things that could go right.

Sure, he had messed things up in the past and hurt the people around him in the process but his relationship with you was the present.

That should mean something right?

Maybe…just maybe…the only way to truly mend his shattered heart was by learning how to love again. By giving love one more chance. One last chance.

So with a shaky breath of nervousness, he admitted, “You’re right. I’ve kept you waiting for too long.”

“But not any longer.”

Then he closed the remaining distance between your lips.

And nothing had ever felt so right.

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foreverfangirl2011 · 2 years

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At The Piano: A Jonah Marais Blurb

This is based off of the above TikTok vid I saw. I thought it was cute so I wrote something for it. ☺️😊 Fair warning it is NSFW, but I hope you enjoy it! 🙈🙈

It was early, close to 7 am. But this was his favourite time to play around on his piano. When Wes was still asleep and it was quiet in the apartment. The sun was rising and the apartment looked beautiful covered in it’s fresh light. He’d write the most beautiful melodies. The kind you could listen to on repeat forever. I loved that these were the first sounds I’d hear upon opening my eyes. I smiled as I slowly slipped out of bed. I washed up and made coffee and then tip toed over to him. There he was, shirtless sitting at his piano. His eyes closed as his fingers danced across the keys. His hair still a little messy from sleep, just the way he liked it. Before I could even say anything he stopped and sniffed. The coffee fiend in him recognizing the familiar scent wafting from my cup.

“Hey you,” he says turning to face me. “Come here.” He waves me over. I smile and walk around him. Carefully I crawl onto his lap, with my legs hanging at either side of him.

“Morning love,” I place a soft kiss on his lips. “What we’re you playing? It sounded beautiful.”

“Something new actually, I dreamt it last night.” He replies, fingers tip toeing up and down my legs.

“I love it, will you play it again for me?”

“That depends, is that coffee for me?”

“Actually it’s mine, but we can share.”

“Ok,” he takes the cup for me and takes a long sip. “Hmmm perfect. As usual.” He hands me the cup back and kisses me again. Then he starts playing again. With the cup still in my hand I lean against his chest. I close my eyes and just listen, feeling his arms around me and the way our bodies swayed a little as he played I could’ve drifted off right there. Were it not for the hot coffee in my hands. I feel the cup being taken from my hands and smile as I hear him sipping the coffee.

“I’m awake you know, I can hear you drinking my coffee babe.”

“Oh sorry, I thought you were asleep. Didn’t want it going to waste.”

“Uh huh,” I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck. “Did you finish it then?”

He looks down at the cup and bites his lip.

“Um hmm, well keep playing then. Gotta make it up to me.”

“Ok.”

He started playing again and I lean forward, hugging him tighter. He laughs and wraps his arms around me.

“God I love you, I love this, so much. How did I get so lucky?” He says gently rubbing my back.

“I was just thinking the same thing…” I sit up and gently graze his cheek before leaning forward and kissing his lips. It’s not hungry or rough, it’s slow and sweet. The heat building slowly between us. He pulls away for air and rests his forehead on mine.

“So um… do you- do you want to get some breakfast?” He asks.

“No, I just want you. You know, I’ve always fantasized about taking you here…”

“Right here?” His eyebrows raise as he points towards our current position.

“Yeah, right here… what do you say?” I ask taking his hand and placing it on my bum while simultaneously grinding down on him.

“Come here,” he crashed his lips onto mine, this time the kiss was rougher, more passionate. His hands slip under my (his) shirt and he’s surprised to find nothing underneath it. “Babe! Are you- not wearing anything under this shirt?”

“I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to figure that out.”

“You’re a little crazy you know that?”

“Hmm, but it’s one of the reasons you love me right?”

“One of the many reasons, yes. So, let’s see what we can do about making that fantasy a reality…” without warning his finger slips inside me.

“Huh!” I jerk forward and grip his shoulder for support.

“How does that feel?”

“Amazing… but I need more. I need all of you Jo…” I lift my hips up enough for him to slide his tack pants down a little then I slowly lower my self on to him. “Wow, excited are we?”

“What do you think? Your sitting on me with no pants on!”

“Hmm, can’t argue with that.” I say before reconnecting our lips. I hold onto his shoulders for support and start rocking my hips. He thrusts up into me and I can’t help the moans slipping from my lips. We move like this, in perfect sync for a few minutes. His lips are all over me and I can’t get enough of him.

“Are you close yet baby?” He speaks, tearing his lips away from their assault on my neck.

“Hmm…” my movements get faster the closer I get. And then it’s finally happening, I feel my stomach tighten and just as I’m thrown over the edge my teeth sink into his shoulder. I feel him release into me at the same time and this only makes my own orgasm stronger.

After a few minutes of catching our breaths he finally speaks “That was so hot babe.”

“I know, we’ve got to do it again!”

“Yeah we do, but not right now.” He says before finally standing. My legs feel shaky even as he keeps them wrapped around his waist. I can feel our wetness dripping down in between us but neither of us really care.

“How bout a shower and then I’ll make breakfast?”

“Yes, that sounds perfect.” I kiss his lips softly and then rest my head on his shoulder. When he turns to head towards the bathroom I glance back at the piano and see the puddle we’ve left behind! “Oh my god Jo! Look what we did!”

He turns back and laughs, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll clean it later.”

“Ok, oh and sorry about your shoulder.” I say placing a kiss on the fresh teeth marks.

“Don’t be, I loved it! And it didn’t even hurt.”

A few hours later the boys came by for dinner and to work on music. While I was in the kitchen they were hanging around the apartment. Daniel pulled out his notes and went to sit at the piano.

“Hey, what’s up with your stool? What’s that mark?” He asks Jonah.

“Oh- that’s um, that’s just- nothing. I um- I spilled something.”

“Really, cause it looks a little like- oh god no! You two didn’t!”

“Well… it’s my piano.” Jonah says scratching the back of his neck.

“That doesn’t mean you can desecrate it!”

“Hey! I wouldn’t call it desecrating!” I interject.

“Woah wait a minute, does this have anything to do with the bite mark I saw on his shoulder?” Corbyn asks.

“Um…” I look at him nervously biting my lip, both our cheeks crimson.

“Sweet, details later bro!” Zach whispers to Jonah.

“Shut up Zach!” I say punching his arm.

“Yeah and get me a damn chair! I am not sitting on that thing!” Daniel says thumping the back of Zach’s head.

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ewwhothefuckiski · 2 years

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𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐻𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡- 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐴𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑛𝑒

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣. | 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡.

TW: strong language, mature themes, underage drinking and drugs, toxic relationships, implications of sex

A/N: first chapters will be kinda short as it's just the introduction of the story, as it goes on the chapters will get longer!!

Description: 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔, 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐴𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦.

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Being accepted into LA's performing arts college was something I never expected to happen. I was an average class high school girl who sung and had a passion for music. It was a long shot, but my best friend had convinced me to submit a video of me singing my application to get in.

And sure as shit, a few weeks before the semester started I got the acceptance letter in the mail.

Growing up I wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of Utah, and here I am years later freshly graduated from high school and packing my bags for LA.

I took a step back as I looked around my now empty room, soaking in what was happening.

"How's your packing going?"

I turned around to see my mom standing in my doorway, looking at me with sad eyes.

"You don't get to look at me like that." I snapped, quickly turning around and grabbing my suitcases.

"I'm going to miss you, I don't want you to leave." She sighed, most likely faking any emotion toward me.

"That sucks. You realize you pushed me away with your shitty parenting right?" I rolled my eyes as I pushed passed her. "I'll never forgive you for what you've put me through."

"Alex-"

I continued walking away, making my journey to the front door.

"Please don't go." She pleaded, now letting tears run down her face.

I turned around and walked outside, slamming the front door, and not looking behind me as I loaded my car and drove away from the place I once called home.

"Coffee for Jack!"

I groaned as I watched the guy who came in after me get his coffee. I had been standing here for 30 minutes and still hadn't got my order.

"Excuse me, why the hell did he get his coffee before me? I was here first." I asked the barista, who rolled her eyes at me.

"His was easier to make."

I turned around to be met face to face with him, a smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth.

"Don't get your panties in a twist princess, it's only a coffee."

I rolled my eyes and snatched the coffee from his hands, taking a sip.

"Then you won't mind me taking yours."

I turned around and flipped him off, walking out of the shop with his coffee in my hand.

I continued to walk down the street, heading back to my dorm when I turned the corner and ran directly into someone, nearly spilling his, well my, coffee.

"Oh my god I am so sorry!"

I looked up at the boy with curly hair and wide blue eyes.

"I wasn't looking where I was going I'm such an idiot I-"

I laughed cutting off his rambling. "It's ok, I wasn't paying much attention either."

He sighed with relief and let a small smile take over his features, showing his cute tooth gap as he stuck his hand out.

"I'm Daniel, I'm going to University right down the street."

I shook his hand and grinned. "Oddly enough so am I. Are you a music major?"

"I am actually. Well hey, since we're going to the same place, why don't we walk together?"

"Sounds like a plan." I smiled at the beaming boy and continued my journey to my dorm, this time with Daniel by my side.

"So are you from LA?" He asked, practically skipping as we walked.

"I'm not, I'm actually from Utah."

He turned and looked at me. "Utah seems like a cool place."

I snorted. "I couldn't wait to leave."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough. I'm from Organ."

"isn't that place like, super green?" I asked, taking another sip of my stolen coffee.

"Extremely. What dorm are you staying in?"

I paused as I tried to remember. "I'm in 23A, I haven't met my roommate yet."

"Oh wow, I'm in 27A, only a couple doors down." He looked down at me with the biggest smile on his face. "Turns out running into you was fate."

I smacked his arm and laughed. "There's no such thing as fate."

"I'd like to believe so." He shrugged and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Either way I'm glad I'm a clutz because I wouldn't have met you."

"Are you flirting with me Daniel?" I raised an eyebrow at the dirty blonde.

"Maybe just a bit."

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upindreamland · 2 years

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Mother’s Day - Jonah Marais

Jonah Marais x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Summary: Husband!Jonah and your kids surprise you on Mother’s Day. What I imagine Mother’s Day with him would be like (fluff)

Warnings: Cursing (not really). Fluff and Jonah being really in love. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Y/C/E: Your color eyes Y/F/M: Your favorite movie

Italics: Flashback

AN: MY SECOND POST!!! When you’re done reading come and talk to me if you want!! Please enjoy!

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Jonah’s POV

Waking up next to my beautiful sleeping wife, I can’t help but smile. It only grows bigger when I realize what today is. It’s Saturday and today’s Mother’s Day. Y/N and I have four kids together and another one on the way. Our oldest Benjamin, or Ben, is seven years old. Next is Andrew who is five years old. The two youngest kids are twins Hayden and Amanda. They are only one years old. The little pea my wife is carrying has only been there for six weeks.

When I first met Y/N, I knew she was the one. We met at a movie theater. I was walking out of the bathroom looking for my band mates when I ran into something, better yet, someone. Popcorn flew all around us, and when I looked up, I swear my heart stopped for a second. Y/N was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I could get lost in her Y/C/E eyes if given the chance.

When I snapped out of my gaze, I started to apologize. Smiling, she told me that it was alright.

“It’s alright, it’s not like everyday I bump into a handsome stranger.”

Blushing, I quickly responded with:

“You’re right. I can’t believe I just ran into a literal goddess. You know what would make this even better?” I say gathering up courage to ask for her phone number.

“No… what is it?” She asked, eyeing me slightly.

“Your phone number….”

Needless to say, it worked out perfectly. I asked her out, and six years later we got married. Now we have this incredible family.

Quickly getting out of bed, but making sure I didn’t wake up Y/N, I walked over to each of our children’s rooms. Waking them up with the same phrase:

“Wake up bubs, we have to go make mama’s breakfast. It’s Mother’s Day.”

Going downstairs, I strap the twins into their seats so they can watch me and their big brothers work. Halfway through making Y/N’s favorite breakfast meal, I get a text. Before I even see the screen I know it’s my wife.

After finishing up Y/N’s breakfast and putting it on a tray for breakfast in bed, I go to grab her gift. I also tell the kids to get their presents for her. When we have everything we need, we head upstairs. Like I told her to do, Y/N is asleep snuggling my pillow. Softly shaking her, her eyes start to open.

Y/N’s POV

Feeling someone softly shake me, I slowly open my eyes. In front of me are my three boys, daughter, and husband. A smile quickly appears on my face. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard I ask:

“Hello my loves. What is all of this?”

They all break into a smile. As if they’re one person, they say in sync:

“Happy Mother’s Day!”

Jonah’s POV

Seeing Y/N’s eyes light up when she looks at us, makes my heart swell. She loves all of us so much and will do anything for us.

Walking over to her, I put the tray of food on her lap.

“We made you your favorite breakfast and we each have gifts to give you after we watch a movie together while you eat.” I inform her. Leaning over to kiss her, I can’t help but smile. After all of these years her kisses still make me have butterflies in my stomach.

She nods and I beckon the kids over to the bed. Putting on Y/F/M, we all snuggle together while she eats her breakfast.

*after the movie is done*

“Alright kids let’s give momma her presents. Like always, the youngest goes first.” I excitedly tell our kids.

Amanda gives Y/N a little drawing with her handprints that she probably did at school.

Hayden gives her a rock that has a face, clothes and hair.

Andrew gives Y/N a tiny jar with positive words that describe her.

Ben gives her a photo album full of his favorite images.

After each gift, Y/N gives each kid a kiss on the cheek. Thanking them, she pulls them into a group hug. Squealing they hug back. When they let go she turns to me.

“And what about you mister?” She teasingly asks.

Laughing, I pick up a basket full of things Y/N loves. Giving it to her, I wonder how it’s even possible that her smile gets bigger. Looking through everything, she puts the gift with the other ones and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s passionate and lovely until we have to pull away hearing our kids fake gagging. Y/N not being able to hold in her giggle let’s it out.

“Sorry kiddos. I just love your daddy very much. Thank you for such an amazing surprise.” She exclaims happily.

“Oh there’s more to come honey. It’s only the morning. Come on let’s go get ready so we can go to the next surprise.”

The expression on her face makes me chuckle. I couldn’t be happier with my wife and kids. This is exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life. I can’t describe the emotion I’m feeling, but I know I love my family so fucking much.

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jonahmarais: Happy Mother's Day to Y/N and all of the amazing mothers out there. All you mothers are such incredible and strong women. Y/N thank you so much for giving me such a wonderful family. I couldn't ask for anything better. I love you so much. Hope you all have a great day!

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yourinstagram: Thank you so much baby! I love you. You are the best husband ever!

corbynbesson: Awww, you guys are so cute. Happy Mother’s Day Y/N!!

jonah_yn_lover: Ahhhhh!!! Omg the content we fucking deserve. Did Amanda make this? Y'all are just so cute.

↳ yourinstagram: jonah_yn_lover yes she did! I think she made it at school

seaveydaniel: You're making me want to have a child of my own. I don't know how you guys handle four and one more coming 😫

jackaverymusic: Lav misses you guys. Especially Amanda. Btw Lav says hi. She literally started smiling when I showed her this post

↳ yourinstagram: jackaverymusic AWWWW Amanda says hi too ☺️

imzachherron: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY BEST FRIEND!!! Okay sorry for yelling. I'm just very excited for no reason at all.

_limelight_fan: Ahh it's so weird to see Jonah as a dad of almost five. He was just a little baby a couple of years ago. I'm going to cry

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yourinstagram: I have such a wonderful family. Thank you to Jonah and my kids for making this day extra special. Thanks all of you for the wishes. I got some amazing gifts from my four children and husband. This is just one of them Love you all!

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jonah_yn_lover: I'm so jealous. You have such a great family. I love you both so much. Have a great day Y/N.

jonahmarais: I love you too baby. It's the least that I can do to thank you for pushing four kids out of you and one more to come.

imzachherron: Those are some pretty flowers… but not as cute as my niece and nephews

seaveydaniel: Y/N can I come over and play with my niece and nephews? I also want to wish you a happy Mother's Day in person.

↳ yourinstagram: seaveydaniel of course. They want to see you too.

↳ jackaverymusic: yourinstagram seaveydaniel I'm coming too. Daniel might need some help watching them. Plus they're all so cute and squishable.

↳ _limelight_fan: seaveydaniel I love how cute and supportive the boys comments are. Hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day today Y/N. You deserve it.

corbynbesson: Dang it Jonah you beat me. I wanted to comment before you did. Oh never mind. All I can see is flowers but I can feel the love through the screen. Love you both.

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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed. If you can’t tell I have a little bit of an obsession with fake Instagram posts lol. More posts to come. If you have any requests feel free to let me know!! Have a great day.

-Kara (upindreamland)

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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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jonah-aesthetic · 1 year

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The Heart Of A Lion I Jonah Marais pt.1

Jonah Marais X Aurora Peshlakai

Plot: Aurora Puts her morals aside to feel validated in her best friend's luxurious world. Agreeing to a fake-dating deal with the one person she can't stand, Jonah Marais. After stepping into his word and understanding why he's so distance with the world around him. Aurora takes it into her hands to show him just how amazing the world could be. Will her little quest to familiarize the ignorant musician with the best things life has to offer crash and burn? Or will it be a successful mission causing them to become something more than friends?

Word Count: 2K+

A/N: I'm in the process of rewriting That One making it more mature and developed. I put in on hiatus because I wasn't happy with the gala part it felt very cliche and young. It just wasn't something I was going for. I took out a few important keys of the original story but there's still the foundation.

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The sweet scents and warm ambiance of the Dark Bean coffee shop had begun to cure my foggy brain. I spent countless hours hunched over my desk cramming for the first midterm of the semester. Ivette somehow managed to tear be for my hell when I was so daze, I couldn't understand the material. My entire body thanked the goddess sitting across from me while it sunk into the foam of the booth.

My parents worked themselves to the ground to assure I had the best education. An opportunity they never had; I was beyond grateful. I devoted my entire being to prove to them I wasn't taking it for granted. They were relieved when I got accepted into Red Dawn University's undergrad law program.

I'm utterly exhausted.

This third year is drowning me and pulling me under. I could feel myself burning out and the worst part was that I didn't even want to pursue a career in Law. I'm an artist, that was my passion, but the proud look on both my parents faces fueled me to continue, I didn't have the heart to disappoint them after everything they've done for me.

"I didn't just bring you here for coffee." Ivette chipped and a red smile etched into her lips. I cautiously pull myself up, curiosity driving.

"I'm so proud of you." Ivette starts and plucks a gift bag I hadn't noticed in my delirium, onto the black the table. I didn't have the effort to fight her on it and gave her an unamused glance.

Reluctantly I reached for the lavender bag, her eyes are bright and full of anticipation. I peak inside once I collect it into my lap, a white apple box taunts be within. I sigh and slide the bag back onto the table. "I love you Ivette, but your words are enough of me."

She slides the bag back in front of me, "I know you don't like my extravagant gifts but please take this one. Let me replace your ten-year-old laptop. You deserve it." Her words are soft, and I felt every word she said.

"It's too much."

"No. It's not enough."

Over the years we've been friends Ivette has tried gifting me with various expensive presents. There was no way I could possibly return the favour and usually decline it. Sure, she's told me multiple times a gift isn't an exchangeable favour, but I can't help but feel indebted to her like I do with my parents. Ivette understands the way I feel and takes them back with no questions asked.

There was something about the pleading in her eyes that possessed me to take the bag, "well, god I didn't think I'd ever see the day Aurora Peshlakai willing accepted a gift."

"Don't ruin the moment." I tease.

My attention got caught by a figure approaching in my peripheral, the barista. He's tall and broad, wearing a rich brown apron atop black clothing. His complexion is dark, and his hair is a course black heap of tight curls. The iced beverage I ordered seven minutes ago rests in his hand in all it's legendary glory.

Dark Bean had the best Iced caramel lattes that would have me crawling on my knees for another. It was the perfect combination of sweet sugary goodness and the bitter depths of strong caffeine.

A grin crawled onto his lips, noticing my gaze lingering a little too long. Tray as his name tag had stated read my interest wrong, and even though he's easy on the eyes my only desire was that caramel heaven.

He kept his gaze on me, replacing my already empty coffee with the fresh one. "Iced salted caramel latte, extra drizzle and two shots of expresso." He stated,

"Thank you." I say sheepishly.

Was it really necessary to speak my customized order?

He transferred his attention to my Latina best friend, "It there anything I can get you?" His tone is polite and eager to please. She sneaks a glance at me giving me a knowing look.

Now that was an evident look of mischief.

"Unfortunately, no. One serving of caffeine is enough to last me the week." He nods his heads,

"No problem. Just give me a shout if you need another." Trey directed his last words to me. He was just doing his job, but somehow it felt like a personal attack on the amount of coffee I consumed in the hour we've been here.

"Don't worry, she will. This one is a whore for a simple coffee fix." Ivette announced for the entire café to hear. Tray flashed an intrigued look over his shoulder and heat rose high upon the surface of my skin.

I slitted my eyes playfully at her. "Some days you made it extremely hard not to strangle you."

"Oh, I'd be first in line to buy tickets to see your ager obliterate you." She stares

"Honestly at this rate it might come sooner than you anticipated." I stare back.

Soon we find ourselves locked into a starting contest.

Both of us leaning our bodies against the table, resting our arms a top it. Out faces are mere inches away from each other, testing each other, teasing each other. Her brown face is stoic until I break into a smile, and she begins to fight a bite of laughter back.

Staring contests were something we've done since high school. Always falling into them when we matched our exuberant energies together. I'm usually the one to break it but Ivette's daunting gaze darts from mine, latching onto something just past my shoulder. A look of interest slips before Ivette recovers from it.

A strong Sandalwood scent causes my head to spin before I can follow her line of vision. It was almost familiar with a few more components added to it. Once I reclaim myself, I find a tall frame shadowing our table.

Jonah Marais holds himself well, demeaner confident but relaxed. His stormy blue eyes stare at me and I wonder if he might've lost his mind on his way over here. He wasn't someone I've acquainted myself with, but Ivette had herself ringed into his circle. Dickmatized by his band's drummer, Daniel.

"Jonah what a pleasure." Ivette breaks the silence and Jonah takes it as an invitation to squeeze in next to me.

What could this man possibly want?

A wolfish grin spreads on his pink lips as if he developed the ability to sense my annoyance overnight

I roll my eyes.

I prayed to the universe he's informing Ivette of another gig his band, Why Don't We locked down. They've done well for themselves these last few years, gaining more exposure with every passing day. It wasn't rare to see them preforming in bigger venues or on well-known stages.

Although the look of determination hiding in his eyes told me otherwise. I feel like I'm going to be sick.

"You heard my parents are hosting yet another charity gala right," He directs his question at Ivette, his body splaying on the bench. Forcing his thigh to be pressed against mine.

"Yeah, for the Everett Animal Hospital Right?" Ivette falls into conversation with him like they're long-lost friends. "Yep, that's the one." He pops the 'p' out disinterest about the organization.

"Didn't they stop accepting clients because they're low staffed?" I ask,

"Gianna was saying something like that the other day." Ivette's younger sister volunteered there as much as she could outside her busy school schedule.

"Good thing my parents are the prime donors of that place" He shrugs as if money overweighted the employees.

I scoffed at the ignorance he possessed; God forbid he knew what it was like to live a normal life. There was no point in explaining that the animal hospital needed more than just money. It'd just be a waste of air, in one ear out the other.

"You taking Seavey?"

"I couldn't imagine going with anyone else. Why? Does he have other plans I'm unaware of?" Ivette pries aggressively. Needing to know if the man she devoted her time to is fishing in a different pond. I fight the urge to smack the day lights out of him.

Did he have any awareness for the people around him?

"God no, that kid is absolutely done for when it comes to you." He seems to be amused at the thought of his best friend having the ability to cheat.

Maybe he did.

"Good." A glint of pride dips into her gaze. "Are you planning on taking Yelena?"

Yelena Wren. Psych major who worked for everything she got but could never say no to a good party and a few drinks. I didn't know her too well, but I enjoyed the few conversations we've shared in class. She deserved more than what Jonah was willing to give her.

"Nah, I want something different this time around?"

"I need to know who stole your attention." She's eager and I laugh just looking at her, always ready to hear the latest drama.

Jonah's head falls in my direction and his eyes grow darker with each passing second. He's out of his goddamn mind, it sure as hell ain't stable if this motherfucker is referring to me. Ivette is speechless and her brain seems to be buffering.

"Absolutely not, Marais." I seethe still processing this entirely situation.

"Come on Princess. Quiet pretending. I know you wanted me in high school." He winks pulling his lip in with his teeth, I swallow the bile rising in my throat.

How the fuck did he get that information from? Although it was true, I did for a fraction of my teen years want to know what his hair felt like between my fingers. I'd never verbally admit it to him, besides it's purely irrelevant now. Plus, that was before I experienced firsthand who that boy really was and still is.

"You're disgusting." I spat,

"Perfect. I'll see you in two weeks." He nodded at Ivette and removes himself from the booth, I stare at the parasite until he gathers himself into his pristine tesla across the street

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"Holy shit!" Ivette musters up after a forty-five-minute commute to her lavish penthouse apartment. Falling back into her velvet lavender sofa set in the middle of her living space.

I do something similar on her second couch, staring up at the high white ceiling as if it had all the answer to the universe, "I suspected you had put him up to this." I start and I hear her movement as she shoots up. "..But your reaction was too genuine. The look of pure shook was written there as if Jonah himself shot you with a bullet."

"Not a bullet, he hit me with a fucking nuke."

"You had no idea?" I ask, there was a slim possibility she had been milking her reacting. The girl was a theatre major after all.

"Not a goddamn idea" she says, and I swear I could hear the shock still lingering in her words.

"Daniel hasn't said anything?"

"Nothing, but-" She cuts herself and it catches my attention.

I roll onto my stomach wanting to what has her gears stuttering. A blank expression splayed on her face, and I know she's trying to cover something up.

"What is it?" my question is so urgent it comes off as a demand,

"I just always thought he had a thing for you." Her tone is calm and soft, shrugging her shoulders and I don't take any of her words seriously. It was absurd just thinking about, "Whenever you came to their bar gigs I saw the way he watched you," A shiver crawls up my spine and causing shudders to cast over my entire body. "Then in conversation he seems to remember the smallest details I share about you. And brings them up several weeks or months later. It nothing too personal, just like...your favourite canvas brand or the types of colours you prefer. It's cute"

I feel as if an uninvited guess welcomed themselves into my mind and saw parts of me I kept hidden. I felt completely vulnerable. I didn't feel that way about Corbyn or Zach, so why the fuck did he have that effect on me?

"It's all just a game to him Vette," I say laying my head upon the cushions.

"Maybe," she says dismissively and somehow, I sensed she didn't mean it.

"Trust me. I'm just a flavour he hasn't had the pleasure of devouring.'

"Yeah? And what's that?" Amusement laces in her eyes,

"Uninterest."

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Thatcanadianfangirl’s Materlist

Putting the collection of my writing pieces in a singular post rather than multiple post like my old materlist. Also most of my pieces were written back in 2017 so it’s not my best work. I am Including my pieces from my other blog @jonah-aesthetic. They're 100% written by me.

56 pieces

110k+ Words

Favourite: October Fall I Cody Christian

You’re aware that Cody is keeping something from you, but you have no clue what. On a fall weekend date all his secrets are revealed as an old threat of Cody’s is out for your blood.

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Healing Takes Time [Part One] [Part Two]

Teen Wolf

Jordan Parrish

Sheriff’s Daughter

Not Forgotten

Isaac Lahey

This Christmas Is Way Better

Caterpillar

Reflection Of A Puppy Dog

Our Relationship

His Anchor

The Perfect Piece

Power Of Mates

Wolf In the Woods

Corey Bryant

Sickness Dipped In Gold

Anxiety Is A Bitch

Jackson Whittemore

The Mark One Two

The Future Deal One Two

Sketchbook

Colours One Two

Peter Hale

Young Parrish

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Let Me Explain

Harry Potter Cuddles

It Never Even Started

Shadowhunters

Jace Wayland

Our Family One Two

Alec Lightwood

Her Lost parabatai

Covered In Hate

Rune Teacher

The Vampire Diaries

Jeremy Gilbert

Unfelt Feelings

The Weaker One Two Three - Discontinued

Losing Control

Dylan O’Brien

Psychopath’s Weakness One Two Three Four Five Six Seven - Discontinued

Shawn Mendes

Distance One Two Three Four

Supernatural X Teen Wolf Cross over

Jonah Marais

Fallin - Scraped

That One [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] - Hiatus

Famous [One] [Two] - Discontinued

Corbyn Besson

Ice Skating

Daniel Seavey

Complications

Jingle Bells

Zach Herron

Gingerbread

#teen wolf imagines #supernatural imagines #shadowhunter imagines #the vampire diaries imagines #dylan o'brien imagines #shawn mendes imagines #jonah marais imagines #corbyn besson imagines #daniel seavey imagines #zach herron imagines #cody christian imagines

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slowdownatthelotusinn · 2 years

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Dream In Color Social Media AU (27/?)

Dates: November 22, 2018

Jonah Marais x Y/N Seavey

A/N: Figured it was about time I picked this back up. Also, I have [redacted] already done up, and OOF. So. . . Hope you’re ready for that.

Taglist: @chilling-seavey @randomlimelightxxx @fangirlforever2412 @onlyangelavery

#why dont we social media imagines #corbyn besson imagines #daniel seavey imagines #jonah marais imagines #zach herron imagines #jack avery imagines #why dont we imagines #dream in color

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revoutionsingingintherain · 3 years

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Daniel: Hey, Y/N, why is there a piece of paper in your jeans pocket that says "Jonah did it"?

Y/N: OH! That's cause, in case I get murdered, the police will find the note and know that it was Jonah, even if it wasn't him.

Jonah: Why would you do that?

Y/N: Because you'll probably get a jail sentence from 30 to life, and you won't remarry!!

Jonah:

Daniel: I like your trick! Imma do that too!

#why dont we #why dont we imagines #why don’t we imagines #jonah marais #jonah marais x reader #jonah marais imagines #this is so dumb

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jonahlovescoffee · 3 years

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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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