#danielseavey

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DANIEL SEAVEY IS BACK ON THE DRUMS I'M LOSING MY SHIT OVER THIS

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i’m really disappointed in jonah

I hate how he technically threw jack under the bus for saying that it’s stupid for fans to dig up old tweets and trying to hold them accountable for them because what Jack did was right. He was trying to draw a line when fans starting to create huge unnecessary drama online over something the boys said when they were young and naive like all of us once were. Yes, I get it, what they said might be offensive to some people but if you’re seriously getting hurt over something that was posted on social media, I personally think that you shouldn’t be on it in the first place.

Before you attack me saying about how I would never understand what the POCs feel, I would like to say that I’m not white. As a matter of fact, I’m a Chinese which I just realised are actually considered as POCs too? 

My main point is—It’s incredibly wrong for fans to violate the privacy of their idols by digging up their old tweets and have been trying to cancel them because of that, even though they actually apologised but apparently most of the fans considered their apology to be insincere like wth? You guys should be grateful that they even responded to your requests for an apology because the reality is we are nothing more than fans of their music, not their life. We are the ones who chose to stan them so they don’t owe us anything.

Yes, they might not be as famous as they are now if it wasn’t for us fans but that doesn’t mean because we help them to pay their bills, we have the right to mind their businesses as well. Bear in mind that they, too, are human beings just like every single one of us, which means that they have feelings too and we will accomplish nothing but worsen their mental health if we keep bringing them down for something stupid that they did in the past. Plus, I’m sure that you won’t like that if people are doing the same to you too, do you?

It is pretty obvious that the boys have matured a lot over the years and from the fact that they heavily supported all the BLM movements and whatnot last year, it is proven that they have no hatred towards POCs, LGBTQ+, etc. 

As a conclusion, I’m pissed that Jonah (+ Daniel and Corbyn) are doing Jack dirty by claiming that they don’t agree with him although it seemed like they did the opposite in the interview just because fans are mad at them online. I don’t care if they did this because they were afraid of losing fans or streams. In my opinion, this is such unmanly behaviour tch. Plus, I’m also disgusted by all the Twitter limelights. Stop stanning them if you want. That just proves that you’re not a real fan of their talent.

If you disagree with what I said, I’m sorry because I don’t live to please everybody boohoo how sad :’(

@chilling-seavey​ did I phrase everything right? Lol

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Jonah: You often use humor to deflect serious trauma.

Corbyn: Thank you.

Daniel: That's not a good thing?

Corbyn: He said I was funny.

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Daniel Seavey x reader

The boys were on their 8 letters tour in Portland, Oregon. The show started in 20 minutes and every fan was getting seated. Daniel’s best friend Y/N came to see him perform but he didn’t know that at the time.

“How does it feel to be performing for your hometown Daniel?” Corbyn asked, walking over to grab his jacket since it was kinda chilly. “It’s kinda scary to be honest because some many of people I know will be watching.” Daniel says, getting ready to go on stage.

They made their way on the stage looking at all the people who came out to see them. Daniel looked out into the crowd to see someone he hasn’t see in 3 years. “How are we doing tonight?” Jonah asked the crowd, everyone scream and cheered. 

“All of you know Daniel is from here and we want to see if anyone of his friends are here.” Jack said, walking around the stage looking at the audience. “If you know him please raise your hand?” Corbyn asked, getting another mic for the person who he knows.

You raise your hand, Jonah comes over to you and helps you up onto the stage. He hands you a mic so the crowd can hear you talk. “ Oh my god, Hey! Y/N it’s been so long.” Daniel says, walking over to you and giving you a big hug. “I haven’t seen you in three years and hear you are pursuing your dream.” Y/N says, into her mic.

After the show you guys went back to his tour bus with the other guys. “So Y/N how long have you and Daniel know each other?” Zach asked, while eating his chicken tenders. “I have know this boy since we were in diapers.” Y/N says, looking at Daniel. 

They were watching a movie when Daniel puts his arm around Y/N waist. “That was a good movie but we are going to bed.” Jack says, getting in his bunk while Zach is getting on the top bunk. “Okay goodnight guys.” Daniel says removing his arm from Y/N waist. “Night.” they all said, getting into bed.

“You have really great friends.” Y/N says getting her stuff ready to go. “Ya they are great anyway how are you and James?” Daniel asked, scratching the back of his head. “We broke up because he cheated on me and some other reason.” Y/N said, putting her backpack on. “Was it because of me?” Daniel asked looking in Y/N’s eyes and walking closer to her.

“Yes because I still have feelings for you.” Y/N said, looking down at her feet. Daniel lifted her chip and there lips were inches apart. Daniel put his hand on her cheek, he slowly kissed her but got interrupted by the others cheering.

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Chocoholic | Daniel Seavey

Pairing: Daniel Seavey x Reader

Summary: An alternate universe where you crave the food that your soulmate eats. The more one eats, the more the other will crave it.

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1430

A/N: I really liked the idea for this imagine, but I’m not sure how I feel about the finished product. Please let me know what you think, any kind of feedback is highly appreciated.

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I get off the phone with my friend and turn on the TV, glad to finally hear about something other than her impatience to meet her soulmate and get them to stop eating shrimp. Apparently, this is the third time her soulmate has eaten it this week, which wouldn’t be a big problem, if it wasn’t for her shellfish allergy. It must suck to crave something you literally cannot eat. Luckily for me, my soulmate doesn’t have any weird food habits. I do find myself craving apple juice quite often, but that is about it.

I get up from the couch to have another chocolate chip cookie. While on my period I usually resort to ice cream as my comfort food, but lately I’ve gained an obsession with chocolate. This week has been especially bad, and I have eaten every single piece of chocolate in my house. I am now on the second to last cookie, and I groan as I realize I’m going to have to leave the house and get more chocolate. I have been living on the couch for the past two days and I know that I look like a mess. The thought of having to shower and make myself look somewhat acceptable triggers another groan to leave my throat. What one does for chocolate.

Daniel’s P.O.V.

We are finally finishing up in the studio after a long day of recording, and I’m packing up my stuff when Jonah suggests we order take-away pizza to bring back home with us. We all agree and settle into the car while Jonah is on the phone. The drive to the pizza-place takes almost ten minutes, and we’ll have to wait at least another fifteen before our pizzas are done. Corbyn spots a grocery store further down the street and asks me to go with him to get us something to drink. I agree, and we head over to the store. Inside, we walk towards the sodas, but I stop short at the sight of the chocolate isle. I’m pulled towards it, my feet moving like they’ve got minds of their own. I have had an insane craving for chocolate the past three days, and it has been annoying the hell out of me, because I hate chocolate. Yet here I am, looking at all the colorful bars, not wanting but seriously needing it.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I push open the door to the grocery store close by my house. I had showered, put on pants, and “fixed” my hair, aka made it look slightly less like a bird’s nest. Even though I didn’t really want to leave my couch, I really wanted chocolate. Walking through the mostly empty store I make my way to the candy section. My stomach cramps up, and I hardly notice the other person standing in the isle, only focusing on getting my chocolate and going home to my couch and Netflix.

My hand instinctively reaches towards a bar of plain milk chocolate, and I am surprised when instead of getting hold of the chocolate, my hand crashes into another. I look up to see a tall, blonde boy with eyes so startlingly blue I almost gasp out loud. We look at each other for just a second too long, making the air around us thick with awkwardness. He clears his throat, and I avert my gaze, suddenly finding the floor remarkably interesting.

I glance up at the boy again, opening my mouth, hoping my brain can come up with something to defeat the awkward silence. Thankfully, I’ve been in a lot of social encounters, and my brain naturally comes up with witty, intelligent comments, fitting the situation I’m in. A couple of hours after the interaction. For now, all that comes out of my mouth is a low “umm” sound. The boy in front of me simultaneously starts with an “ehh,” and I see redness cover his cheeks, no doubt matching mine. He moves his head and hands in a weird little gesture, and I interpret it as a silent offer of the chocolate. I smile slightly, grab the bar off the shelf, and automatically tell him “thanks”.

I contemplate turning around and leave, but something is holding me back. “You’re a chocoholic too?” I ask the blonde, mentally applauding myself for managing to form a coherent sentence. He shakes his head, something between a smile and a grimace forming on his face. “Not really, I’ve just been craving it lately.” I nod my head in understanding, before responding, “I usually prefer ice cream, but I’ve recently been getting more into chocolate.”

Daniel’s P.O.V.

Another awkward silence settles between us, but I can’t bring myself to end the conversation, if you could call it that. Suddenly, Corbyn comes around the corner, calling out to me, “Dan, I’ve got the drinks! Should I get you some apple juice as well?” I don’t know if I want to hug him or yell at him for the interruption. “Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” The cute girl in front of me lets out a tiny laugh, and I glance back at her as she says, “That’s so weird, I don’t love apple juice, yet I somehow always crave it.”

Studying her standing there, bar of chocolate in hand, something inside my brain clicks. “You don’t think…” She looks at me quizzically, not understanding where I’m going with the conversation. “That, like, you and I are…” Her eyes widen and her mouth opens slightly as she catches on to my thoughts. I quickly realize how weird and creepy I must seem to her, and mutter out, “never mind, of course not, that’s just stupid….” I turn around and walk away, embarrassment flooding through my body.

Y/N’s P.O.V

I hastily walk after him, softly calling out “hey” as I grab his arm. He turns around, and for a second I’m speechless once again, but my head clears enough for me to tell him, “I never caught your name”. He looks both hesitant and relieved at the same time, staring at me with his captivating blue eyes, “It’s Daniel.” I hold out my hand for him to shake while introducing myself, and once our hands touch I feel a chill run up my arm and spread through my whole body. “Well, Daniel, I don’t know if we’re soulmates, but I think you’re cute and I’d love to hang out sometime.” He takes a moment to react, and then he quickly pulls his hand away, fumbling around in his pockets. “Y-yeah, for sure, sounds great! Just let me, umm”. Daniel pulls out his phone, and I get my own, opening the contacts app and handing it over to him. I type my number in his phone and he types his, then we swap phones again. Silence enfolds us again, but this time it feels less awkward. There is an electricity in the air, fueled by the knowledge of what we might be to each other.

Our moment is once again broken by Daniel’s friend, who yells “Daniel, stop flirting and let’s go!” Warmth spreads over my face, and Daniel takes a small step backwards towards the entrance. “It was nice to meet you Y/N”, he says, slowly walking towards the doors. “You too Daniel”, I tell him, watching him reunite with his friend who smirks and mutters something to Daniel, earning himself a punch in the arm. I smile to myself and walk to the register to pay for my chocolate.

I’m finally back in my couch, remote in hand and scrolling through Netflix while munching on chocolate. I consider finding a new movie or series to watch, but

decide against it. Instead I pull up Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and re-watch old episodes of my favorite comedy-cop show. My phone beeps, indicating a new message. Reaching over to the table, I pull it up and see a notification for a new message from cute grocery-store-guy. I smile as I open Daniel’s message, the TV and chocolate forgotten. It was really nice to meet you today, Y/N. I have to work this week, but what do you say I take you out to lunch or dinner on Saturday?  I’m about to respond, when three bubbles pop up, showing Daniel is writing another message. Also, I don’t know if we’re soulmates, but I actually can’t stand chocolate, so maybe you could stop eating it, just in case?  I chuckle to myself and settle in for an evening of chatting with Daniel, no longer needing chocolate to distract me from my period cramps.

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