summary: y/n is tired of being daniel's last priority, and after he forgets their anniversary, she tells him exactly how she feels.

pairing: daniel x female!reader

triggers: hella angst and cursing, also some alcohol idk

link to original post: https://youngbloodseavey.tumblr.com/post/183974395088/the-last-time-we-kissed-daniel-seavey

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y/n looked down at her phone for what felt like the umpteenth time in  the past few hours, seeing the same exact text splayed across her  screen.

no new notifications

she groaned, resisting the temptation to chuck her phone across and room and into the wall. it had been three hours since she had last heard from him. three whole ass hours. where the hell was he?

her eyes glanced up at the clock, seeing that it was now 9 o'clock.  two hours past when daniel was supposed to show up for dinner at her  apartment. tears of frustration began to well up in her eyes,  threatening to smudge the mascara that she had carefully applied just  for this occasion a few hours prior.

she hastily wiped away  the tears before they fell, restraining herself for calling her  boyfriend for the twentieth time that night.

happy two year anniversary to me.  she thought, rolling her eyes and getting up to grab the bottle of wine  that she had placed out for dinner. it wasn't going to be drank anytime  soon, so might as well drink it now right?

she grabbed a wine  glass out of the cabinet, pouring herself a generous amount of the  burgundy liquid before settling back on the couch. she took a sip,  breathing deeply before settling back down on the couch. y/n grabbed the  remote, flipping through channels before settling on a random  reality tv show. it wasn't like she was actually going to watch it, the  show was just on to momentarily distract her from the anger and hurt  that was building up in her chest.

the meal that she had so carefully cooked and laid out had been left cold on the table, looking just as cold and sad as she was.

10 o'clock.

that's  when y/n heard the lock on the front door turn, and she looked over to  see a tired and disheveled daniel walk through the door. he didn't even  bother greeting his girlfriend, instead beginning to trudge straight to  their bedroom to go to sleep. but despite his wish to go to bed, y/n had  other ideas on how to spend their glorious two year anniversary.

"where  the hell have you been?" y/n's voice was stone cold, and you could  practically smell the anger radiating off her body. he barely even  mustered up the energy turned around and look her in the eye.

"i was at the studio." he deadpanned, turning back around to begin the trek to bed again.

"and  you couldn't bother to send me a quick text to tell me that? because to  me it just seems that you're completely okay with leaving me in the  dark." she crossed her arms and stared accusingly at the boy.

"i  don't have to tell you where i am all the time y/n. you know i've been  super busy lately, i thought you understood." his tone began to rise,  and he whipped around to give the girl an annoyed look.

"i do  understand! but when you leave me wondering if you were alive or not for  three hours, i feel like i have a reason to be angry." she snapped, her  face furrowing into a deep frown. daniel sighed exasperatedly, anger  beginning to bubble up in his own stomach.

"you're so damn  dramatic! you need to calm the hell down and then we can talk in the  morning. i'm fucking tired." he snapped back, his normally clear eyes  turning a dark, stormy blue. he turned his back on her again, succeeding  in only fueling her fire.

"tell me what day it is today." y/n said steadily, but her tone was like fire and ice all at the same time.

"what? why?" daniel's stopped in his tracks, his previously angry tone replaced with a confused one.

"tell. me. what. day. it. is." she narrowed her eyes at the boy, her steely tone sending shivers down his spine.

"friday?"  he offered, but only seemed to make her even more furious. y/n could  feel the anger in the pit of her stomach, the feeling so intense that  she felt on the verge of tears.

"no. tell me the date." daniel had  never heard y/n sound so serious, and the anger he had felt merely 30  seconds ago had melted into something close to fear.

"it's april 5th-" he paused, the realization hitting him like a train. "oh."

"yeah, oh." y/n snapped, taking a step closer to daniel. "happy fucking two year anniversary daniel."

"y/n i-" he started reaching out to y/n but she took a step away.

"no.  don't even try. i sit here and wait almost every night for you, looking  at my phone to see if you even bother to send a quick text that you  were going to be late. it's not just tonight, it's every single fucking  night. and i'm sick and tired of it. i get that you're busy, i get that  you have work, but that doesn't mean you have to treat me like the dirt  under your feet." y/n became louder and more passionate with each word  she uttered, the words flowing out of her mouth with ease. she had been  keeping them in for so long, it was almost a relief to finally have them  in the open.

"i wait here for you, but the moment you come  home you immediately just go to bed. it's almost as if i'm a ghost to  you! it's like i'm fucking invisible and i'm tired of it." she took in a  deep breath, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

"y/n, i  never wanted to make you feel that way, i-i don't know what to say,"  daniel whispered, his body filling to the brim with guilt.

"tell me the last time we had dinner together."

"i-" daniel racked his brain, but was left speechless as he couldn't come up with even an idea of an answer.

"or the last time we went on a date."

"well," god, was he this oblivious?

"or the last time we kissed."

"i-" he sighed, casting his eyes down to the floor. "i don't know."

"exactly,  you don't know." warm, salty tears began to trickle down y/n's cheeks,  but she did nothing to stop them. "the last time we ate dinner together  was a month ago." she took a few steps closer to him. "the last date we  went on? over three months ago." she took another few steps. "and the  last time we kissed?" she took a final step, resulting in her being a  mere foot away from daniel's paralyzed form.

"two weeks ago."

daniel was speechless. wow, he was such a dickhead.

"y/n, i-" she cut him off, not wanting to hear a single ounce of bullshit that was going to come out of his mouth.

"i  don't want to even hear it anymore. you lost your chance daniel. and  i'm tired of being invisible to you. i'm tired of being your last  priority. i'm fucking done." she took one last look into his eyes, which  had turned back to their normal, clear blue color. but this time, they  had tears brimming on the edges.

y/n turned around, knowing that  if she looked for one more second into those beautiful eyes that she  would fall in love again. and she couldn't. she couldn't go back after  everything she said, after everything he had done to her. she grabbed  her purse off of the couch, taking a second to wipe away her tears  before making her way to the front door.

"y/n, wait," she was  interrupted as her hand went to turn the door knob, and a hand was  placed on her shoulder. she spun around, expecting foul words or a final  insult.

but she was instead greeted with his soft, pink lips  being pressed on hers, leaving her absolutely shocked. he pulled away  after a second or two, a sad smile painted on his face as the tears  began to roll down his cheeks.

"i wanted to make sure that the  last time we kissed wasn't two weeks ago." daniel whispered, before  reaching behind her and opening up the door. "i love you y/n, and i'm  sorry i ever treated you that way. you deserve so much better than me.  i'm sorry."

y/n felt her breath caught in her throat, and it  took every single ounce of strength in her body not to jump into his  arms and press her lips to his.

"goodbye daniel."

"bye y/n."

and she walked out, closing the door behind her.