𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

talk › c.b.

dial tone, nothing but that high note on repeat cause we don't listen when we talk.

your mind had been weird that day. you just couldn't seem to focus. you couldn't really concentrate. your attention was on everything. one minute you were thinking of what you would name your child and then the next minute, you were thinking of if you wanted cupcakes or cookies. it wasn't an unusual thing, but it didn't happen very often.

you hadn't felt sick. your head didn't hurt. your throat wasn't sore. you didn't have ADHD or anything else like that. you just...couldn't think correctly that day.

you thought it would be best if you kept it to yourself. you never liked having other people worry about you, it made you feel weak and vulnerable. so, for the entire day, you kept it to yourself, not minding to tell your boyfriend, corbyn, or his friends that you lived with.

unfortunately, your actions lead to a fight that had terribly damaged the two of you.

corbyn had been going through some stuff, you knew that. his dog back home had recently gotten sick, and apparently, it had been pretty bad. he was worried for the animal. there was also things happening with the band that had him stressed and tired all day long. there was nothing he loved more than coming home to you, laying his head in your lap with his eyes closed as you listened to him talk about his day.

but that one day just hadn't gone like other ones.

of course, corbyn had tiredly walked into the living room of the why don't we house. he had light bags under his eyes and the blue of them just proved that he needed sleep. you continued to watch the youtube video on your phone, not noticing at all that the boys were home. you didn't realize it until you felt the cushion of the couch dip down as corbyn's figure lied down next to you and wrap his arms around your waist as he rested his head on your lap.

you turned off your phone and set it down next to you. it was almost like it was a mechanism. your fingers brushed through his hair and you watched his eyes gently close. you knew how much he loved it when you played with his hair. it relaxed him.

"you look more tired than ever," you chuckled as you looked down at your boyfriend. you watched his lips form into a small, cheeky smile.

"i feel more tired than ever," he said. you bent down and placed a small kiss on his forehead. "we had such a long day. there wasn't a whole lot of interviews, just two. but the first one took forever. we were in the green room for almost an hour and the service was terrible. the second one went by quickly but they were rapid questions. my head hurts from answering them so fast..."

you listened to what corbyn had to say until you lost focus again. it was like he had finished talking even though you knew he was still ranting on about his day to you. you tried to put your attention back on corbyn and you tried to listen to him, but you just couldn't. you didn't know why. usually your eyes would be fixed on the boy as he talked away, and then he would let you talk.

"...and then we came back home." he finished. you looked back down at him and gulped. how long had you zoned out?

"um," you said, trying to come up with something. "well, you're home now, right?"

"did you hear what i said?" corbyn asked. he seemed a little bit hurt and you knew it wasn't just because you weren't paying attention. there was something else that was bothering him and you couldn't figure it out. that's what bothered you.

"um," you said. you tried to think of what he was saying. but you couldn't. you zoned out and now you couldn't think of what he had told you.

"(y/n)," he said with hurt in his voice. "how much did you hear?"

"well," you breathed. you didn't want to fight. "you said you who two interviews. one was extremely long and you had to wait in the green room for almost an hour. then the second one went by fast, but they were rapid questions so you had to answer them quickly and your head hurts from doing so....right?"

corbyn looked at you disbelievingly. "that's all you heard?"

"corbyn, i -" you breathed. "just, repeat what you said to me."

"no, i shouldn't have to repeat myself," corbyn said. he had slightly yelled and it surprised you considering the fact that corbyn really never yelled from anger. "what's wrong with you today? you've been acting weird lately. i mean, the past few days, almost the past week, you've been kinda...weird. you haven't been paying attention to me or anything. you just zone out. you don't listen to me when i talk."

"corbyn," you said. you couldn't really defend yourself. whenever you and corbyn fought, you always found yourself at a loss of words whether the besson boy knew it or not. "i'm sorry. you're right, but please don't yell."

"then please listen to me!" corbyn said a little louder. he stood up from the couch, standing in front of you. this brought the boys into the room. they all stood at the doorway, their head peeking in. you glared at them and they knew that was your signal for them to leave you guys alone. "(y/n), you're not listening! i had, probably, the worst day ever? my dog back home isn't doing much better! he's getting worse! management sucks, rehearsals have got me exhausted, and when i come home to you, i want to be able to tell you about what happened and for you to listen! but you don't!"

"corbyn, i said i was sorry, okay?" you didn't yell. you weren't one to fight back with loud strength. you fought back strongly, but you always remained calm. and when corbyn wasn't mad, it was one of the things he loved most about you. "you're right. i haven't been focused very lately, i'm sorry. that's true. and i'm trying to listen to what you're saying, believe me, i am. i'm sorry that your dog isn't doing much better, i'm sorry he's gotten worse. i'm sorry i haven't been listening very well lately. that's my fault. you have every right to come home and rant about your day to me. i need to listen, that's true. i'm sorry."

corbyn only sighed. the anger left his body as he looked down at you. you remained sitting on the couch. "it's okay, (y/n)." he said. "just, please listen to me when i talk."

"i will, corbyn, i promise," you said. corbyn sat back next to you and let you wrap your arms around him. you hugged him lightly as he rocked the two of you only slightly.

cause you don't listen when i talk.






ollo.

lemme say, it's a bop.

first, the song made me scream. i know, i'm weird like that. i was listening to zach's part and i was like "okay, okay, i like this" and then i listened to daniel's part and i was then "yeah, this is good" and then i heard jonah's part and i was like "they deserve a motherfucking award for this shit".

and dani's little dance in the music video. afierwgnwnirg i like it (like that...sorry)

also, plz stop sending zach hate. it's ridiculous. i posted a huge thing on instagram and it might've been too much, but who the fuck cares?

i was googling "daniel seavey (something i forget what it was)" and let me tell you, there are waaayyyy too many shirtless pictures of this boy. not that i don't like it or anything, you know what i mean? *ugly ass smirk*

and then, of course, they're all on instagram.

but then i found the cute baby pictures of jonah. AHWIGEHIRWHTIOWEHGNFKVNEHWIGUOQJWORPGJ they're adorable. i can't.

QUESTION: who do you think was the cutest baby out of all the WDW boys?

ANSWER: daniel. or jonah but mostly daniel.