Daniel Seavey Imagines

hate-edited 2023

TW: this story has mentions of eating disorders, be careful reading.

where did this girl even come from?

she needs to eat

dude eat a sandwich

she's not even that pretty

poor guy

imagine lmao

i bet she's toxic af

no one even cares bro

this is useless content

imagine starving yourself haha

scary looking

who hypnotized daniel to date THIS thing?

why is she so skinny it's not attractive

i can see your ribs

cringe

ew she's hideous

it's non stop. 

i can't stop reading them, it's now become a hobby. 

a very bad hobby. 

what's worse, is that i'm still on the road to recovering from anorexia. it's a long and painful process, and it's also embarrassing. daniel knows about both the eating disorder and the hate, but he doesn't know how much his fans pick on me. 

how often i get messages telling me to kill myself just because i know him. 

"honey, i'm home!" daniel yells from downstairs, in his usual cheery and happy voice. just the sound of it makes me want to cry. 

"in the bedroom!" i yell shakily, wiping my tears quickly and tossing my phone on the bed as daniel's footsteps grow closer. 

he opens the door, a huge smile on his face. "hi, baby." he says happily, walking towards me with open arms, and i nearly sprint into them with a sigh. 

the weight of his warm and welcoming arms nearly has me crying again, but i swallow the emotions down as i ask him, "what did you do today?" 

"literally so much writing, but i want to tell you about it over dinner." he lets go of me slightly to look at me face to face. his face softens, his smile slowly slipping. "have you been crying?" he puts a hand to the side of my face, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my cheekbone. 

i pull away before he can notice anything else. "no, just allergies." i pretend to do something productive and fold a few socks as daniel continues to talk. 

"the guys were talking about a new show on Netflix today, i think we should watch it. i forgot what it's about, but zach was babbling about it the whole time." 

i listen with a small smile on my face, welcoming the warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and this is what reminds me. 

this is why i'm here. why i'm staying. 

because i love this boy. 

"ok, well i'm going to go make dinner while you continue to do this, is there anything specific you want?" he puts a hand on the doorframe, watching me closely for my answer. 

as if i'm actually going to eat. my stomach rolls from the thought of food. 

instead of throwing a tantrum about having to eat, i give him a small smile. "nope. whatever you want to make."

he gives me a skeptical look. "are you going to eat it?" 

i pause, my limbs tensing. i was hoping he wasn't going to ask me that, because now i have to answer. "i-i'll try, daniel. but i don't know."