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A year ago, the guitar was in dire straits. With songs like Travis Scott’s “Sicko Mode,” Ariana Grande’s “7 Rings,” Lizzo’s “Truth Hurts” and Panic! At the Disco’s “High Hopes” among the most consumed of 2019, programmed beats and horns were the sonic flavors of popular music. Sure, there were outliers — the Jonas Brothers’ “Sucker,” Maroon 5’s “Memories” and Post Malone’s “Circles” among them — but as the rock and alternative genres embraced artists like Billie Eilish, whose innovative music made the traditional band approach feel outdated, the days of chords and solos seemed numbered if not headed towards irrelevance.

Then came the coronavirus pandemic and things changed. Forced to perform from home or in rooms not intended for live music during lockdown, many artists went back to basics and out came the trusty six-string. For iHeartRadio’s “Living Room Concert for America” in March, Foo Fighters’ Dave Grohl played an acoustic Guild on “My Hero”; Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day strummed to his band’s “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”; and even Eilish, with her collaborator brother Finneas, sang her hit “Bad Guy” accompanied by only a Fender acoustic. Other benefit livestreams like Global Citizen’s “One World Together At Home” event saw the Rolling Stones, Keith Urban and Shawn Mendes strip down their hit songs for unplugged versions. And in April, Miley Cyrus delivered an emotional cover of Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” on “Saturday Night Live” with Andrew Watt, himself a COVID survivor, on guitar.

At the same time, there was an electric guitar solo being heard on one of the most-played songs in the United States. Harry Styles’ “Adore You,” which has logged 1.1 million radio spins in 2020, according to Mediabase, and has been streamed more than 400 million times, per Alpha Data, features the playing of Kid Harpoon (real name: Tom Hull), Styles’ friend and producer, who handled the guitar parts for much of the Brit’s excellent “Fine Line” album, released in Dec. 2019. As it turns out, the melody of the solo, which also serves as the bridge to “Adore You,” was first hummed by Styles for Hull to emulate. “I did it with my mouth into a microphone,” Styles told Variety in October. “And then Tom sent me this video trying to get it to sound the same. He spent a couple of hours getting it.”

Why include a guitar solo when most pop songs would never dare? “I feel it’s kind of like ‘La La Land’ saving jazz — only for rock ‘n’ roll,” Styles cracked when posed with the question. But more seriously speaking, Variety‘s Hitmaker of the Year added: “I’m not a spearheader of the movement, like, ‘Let’s bring back guitars.’ There’s plenty of times when [a song] doesn’t sound better with a guitar, and you don’t use it. But a lot of the references I grew up with have guitars; and it’s the first instrument I played, so it makes sense that I would like the sound of them more. I don’t think the guitar is dying. Guitars are great and always have been.”

In fact, guitar sales in 2020 have been robust. Music retailer Sweetwater reports more than 50% year-over-year growth in guitar purchases, with even larger increases during the peak COVID months of April, May and June “when customers most likely hunkered down to practice and create music after watching all of the streaming video they could handle,” according to a rep for the Indiana-based company.

The spike extended to other string instruments as well, which saw growth of more than 70% year-over-year in the price range of $299 or lower. The metric indicates that “new players are joining the fold,” says Sweetwater, which has been in business for over four decades and operates online. (Competitor Guitar Center, with more than 250 physical locations in the U.S., did not fare as well, filing for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection last month.)

Even in the virtual world, learning to play an instrument has taken off during lockdown. The platform Yousician, which provides interactive learning for guitar, bass, ukulele, piano and voice, currently reigns as the No. 1 app for music instruction while its sister product, GuitarTuna, is tops for guitar tuning.

Ask current writers and producers working in pop and hip-hop about their process and you soon learn that an acoustic guitar is often the beginning or the essence of a hit song. Among Variety‘s 2020 Hitmakers, the trio of Taz Taylor, Charlie Handsome and KC Supreme credited a guitar loop as the foundation for Trevor Daniel’s “Falling.” For Maren Morris’ “The Bones,” producer Greg Kurstin noted: “The first thing I noticed was Jimmy Robbins’ guitar hook; I wanted to keep the song rooted in that.”

“So many hit songs from 2020 started with a acoustic or electric guitar, whether it be a melody line or simple progression,” says songwriter and producer Jenna Andrews, whose recent credits include BTS’ “Dynamite” and Benee’s “Supalonely.”

And often, those guitar-based foundations remained through the finished product — for instance, 24KGoldn’s “Mood,” with its impossibly catchy sun-kissed guitar riff, and Powfu’s “death bed (coffee for your head).”

“I know it sounds kinda old school, but I love it when a well-recorded acoustic pops off on the radio,” says Sam Hollander, whose hits include the aforementioned “High Hopes” and Fitz and the Tantrums’ “HandClap.” “The bulk of my songs tend to be born on guitar. Without that foundation, the lyrics and melodies never really emote the heartbeat and emotion that I’m trying to dial in. There’s just a general warmth to it that’s hard to replicate. It’s like the warmest chocolate chip cookie.”

“I think the prevalence of guitar in 2020 has a lot to do with hip-hop producers using more emo and punk-rock influences,” offers Angie Pagano, whose AMP management company represents Tommy Brown (Ariana Grande, Blackpink) and Mr. Franks, among others. “Juice Wrld really helped bring this into the mainstream over the last few years. We’re seeing a great blend of emo and trap these days.”

Indeed, the year’s most-consumed hits leaned hip-hop — Roddy Ricch’s “The Box” landed at No. 1 on the Hitmakers list with Future and Drake, Jack Harlow and Megan Thee Stallion in the Top 10 — but even DaBaby’s “Rockstar,” the No. 3 song of the year, referenced a guitar in its chorus, albeit alongside mention of a Glock pistol. That visual may go against what Hollander calls “the Kumbaya vibe of the guitar,” but the song still features an acoustic strum at its core.

In the case of Styles’ 2020 successes, which also include the ubiquitous “Watermelon Sugar,” his producer further explained that, while aware of what was reacting on the charts at the time they were recording, Styles wasn’t about to chase the trends. Said Tom Hull: “We [thought], we can’t play the commercial game in terms of what’s happening right now. What we can do is make music that really resonates with us. There’s no blueprint. You just have faith. We love records from the ’70s and ’80s; weird prog rock music that might be a seven-minute instrumental; then you’re listening to Shania Twain, like, ‘This is awesome, too.’ The goal was to make something we will always love, and if it completely flops commercially, at least we know we love it. We have that.”

#harry styles #jan21 #variety21

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francisp0rter · 3 years

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The Grammy Awards are Decadent and Depraved

By Blunted

Before writing anything about the Grammy Awards, it should be duly noted that nobody really gives a shit. Everyone knows that the nominated artists are nowhere near the best the industry has to offer, but at the end of the day (8PM EST, to be specific) we all tune in to watch the big train wreck in the hopes that at least a couple of shining moments will come through.

The whole thing was off to a bleak start when, in an astoundingly bone-headed move, the Grammys decided to relegate the Rap Album of the Year awards to the pre-show, forcing one of the greatest emcees who ever lived to accept his first Grammy nomination in complete silence. The argument in the Grammys favour is that none of the nominees are popular enough to warrant a spot on the main show, but that doesn’t seem to matter so much to the Grammys when they drag out H.E.R, who elicits a collective “who the fuck is that?” anytime she appears on screen.

And even if it’s a case of the nominees not being popular enough, why nominate them in the first place? Freddie Gibbs and Royce Da 5’9 don’t need the Grammys, we already know that they’re two of the best poets this great genre has to offer. And Nas CERTAINLY doesn’t need the Grammys, as he’s gone his whole illustrious career without even receiving one. How are you gonna make him accept his first ever Grammy award off-air like he’s winning Best Classical Compendium or some shit?

For the Grammys to nominate these incredible talents and then stick them in the pre-show is not only an insult but just downright fucking dumb. Letting Nas on the Grammy stage to accept his first ever award would have done a hell of a lot more to remedy the Weeknd boycott situation than having Harvey Mason Jr. come on screen and beg everyone not to be mad at him.

With that being said, the 63rd Grammy Awards were pretty god-damn weird. You could probably chalk the strange vibes up to the lack of a real audience and the battle-of-the-bands style layout the Grammys opted for, but that’s not entirely it. Something else was off, something nearly intangible. After about an hour of this uncanny-valley feeling, I realized where it was coming from: Trevor Noah.

Possibly the least funny person on the entire planet Earth, Trevor Noah bumbled his way through over three hours of jokes that would have bombed even if they were performed at an open mic night in Tacoma, Washington. The only funny thing that left his mouth was,

“Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me. We’re back at the 63rd Grammy Awards,” and it was only funny because it didn’t make any fucking sense.

Worst host of all time aside, the show ranged from pretty good to downright cringe-inducing, with some moments of greatness sprinkled in. Billie Eilish kicked the show off with a sleepy performance of her Record of the Year nominated track “Everything I Wanted,” in which she sang on top of a luxury car submerged in a cloud of smoke. Eilish, as always, left little to be desired and delivered her performance with the precision of a well-trained theatre kid. There’s an inherent starry-eyed quality to Eilish’s music, but her talents make it easy to look past.

Haim’s blistering performance of “The Steps” was stellar. The group’s musicality was on full display as Danielle Haim led the track on drums and vocals, before quietly switching out with her sister Alana to take centre stage, proving once again that the best way to make a splash at the Grammys is simply by playing music and playing it well.

Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak also gave two incredible performances as Silk Sonic. The first was a Soul Train-inspired rendition of their brand new track “Leave the Door Open” that looked like it was equally as fun to perform as it was to watch. Later, the duo took the stage and set the place on fire with a tribute to Little Richard. Anderson’s drumming was the highlight of the performance, and whoever was running the sound seemed to know this too, centring the rhythm section in the most prominent part of the mix.

There were plenty of moments that were good, but not overly special that I’m gonna run through really quick here. Harry Styles came through and did his cool gender-bending thing. I really like “Watermelon Sugar,” I think it’s a perfect pop song, and I think Harry Styles is way too good to have ever been in One Direction. I’m excited for his next album and that’s all I really have to say about him.

Taylor Swift’s performance was excellent, and it was great to see her bring out Aaron Dessner and Jack Antonoff and give them the credit they deserve for helping her expand her sound on her stellar 2020 offerings “Folklore” and “Evermore.”

Meg Thee Stallion, Cardi B, and Dua Lipa banged out some hyper-sexual performances that didn’t really seem to have a point other than being shocking. But the songs are nice and at least Meg can rap.

Oh, and Beyonce broke the record for most Grammys ever. Does anyone really give a shit about that? I thought it would be a bigger deal.

The rap performances left something to be desired, which is an absolute fucking shame considering the emcees they had nominated in the Rap Album of the Year category. DaBaby came out and did his one flow, and then Roddy Ricch joined him, which was nice. Roddy’s solo performance was actually really great. He’s one of the first rappers I’ve seen play an instrument while rapping. Scarface is the only other one to my memory. Maybe Mac Miller, too.

Lil Baby’s performance was, at first, captivating and powerful, but upon further inspection feels kind of weak, especially considering the weird diatribe from neoliberal grifter Tamika Mallory that he placed halfway through the performance. Re-enacting a police killing with paid actors was also a little tasteless in retrospect. Baby rapped his ass off though, and hopefully his performance will show clueless rap fans that trap music isn’t just a genre meant to soundtrack frat parties.

The worst performance of the night belonged to Post Malone, as it so often does. The Texas troglodyte appeared on stage in the worst Blade costume I’ve ever seen to deliver a dead-in-the-water rendition of his abysmally bad single “Hollywood’s Bleeding.” I remember there was a time when Post Malone’s whole thing was being this pop-crossover Bob Dylan type with rap aesthetics. I didn’t like it, but it was infinitely better than whatever weird gothic thing he’s doing now.

All things considered, the Grammys were the Grammys. You can’t really expect too much from them. While the highs were really high, the lows were so unbelievably low that it was almost embarrassing. Before I sign off, I just wanna give another quick “fuck you” to Harvey Mason Jr. You’re the worst, man.

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Hidden Hearts // Daniel Seavey

Summary: The boys help set Daniel and Y/N up, seeing as they both like each other but are too scared and shy to admit their hidden feelings.

P.S: This is inspired by my previous post which is a reblog from seavey-siren’s account so shoutout to @seavey-siren for the inspiration. Also, I don’t know how ‘In and Out’ works. Sorry and this is kinda long.

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It was 7:40PM and it was Game Night at the Why Don’t We house. You sat in the circle with the boys and their girlfriends, as they all gathered around for a game of “Spin the Bottle for a Truth or Dare”, as Corbyn had put it. Tate reached forward, spinning the bottle, Daniel’s phone rang. He got up from his spot, answering the call, “You guys can continue,” he whispered before leaving. As he left the room heading outside, to answer the call, the bottle landed on you. Tate grinned, “Truth or dare, y/n?”. You stuttered, “I u-uh truth.”

“Who do you like?”

You blushed, quickly blurting out, “I pick dare!”

Tate smirked, “Well, I dare you to answer your truth.”

Everyone laughed as you looked down at your lap. “Come on, y/n!”, Gabriela said, “Spill the tea!”. You looked up, checking to see if Daniel had left the room before turning to the group. “It’s Daniel.”, you whispered. They all burst out into a series of oohs and giggles, teasing you, “But don’t tell him!”. Just as you said that, Daniel walked in, “Don’t tell who what?”.

The group burst into hysterics as you sat there, stammering, trying to cover up what happened, “I u-uh um, w-well you see, “ you stuttered, pulling on the sleeves of your hoodie, “I was the one who ate your watermelon, two days ago.”, you blurted out. Daniel gasped, throwing his hands in the air, “I knew it had to be you or Zach!”. He sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, causing you to blush even harder, “It’s cool though, I couldn’t have finished it myself.” In reality, it was Zach who had eaten the watermelon, but you just really needed a way to escape the situation. Daniel could never find out, because he didn’t feel the same, or at least, you thought so.

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“Hey, you know, you should really tell him that you like him,” Jonah reasoned over the phone, “I’m sure he likes you back.” You sighed, playing with your hair, “You're just saying that to make me feel better about myself.” Jonah sighed, “You do you, y/n. Hey, you still on for tonight?”. You grinned, “Of course, what should I wear?”. Jonah chuckled, “We'll we’re going bowling and then we’re going to have dinner, so casual?”.

You nodded, as you walked over to your closet, looking through your clothes. “Is there anything else?”, you asked. “Oh yeah!”, Jonah said, “Daniel’s coming.”

“WHAT!”, you shrieked, nearly dropping the phone, “I thought he was visiting his family?!”. Jonah winced, “Jeez, y/n, calm down! Yes, Daniel was, but he took an earlier flight here. Anyways, I gotta go, bye!”. You heard Jonah shuffle around, “Jonah! Wait!”, but it was too late, he hung up on you. Daniel was coming. You looked back at your closet. What were you going to wear now?

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You stood in front of your mirror, clad in ripped jeans and a beige sweater. Your hair was done in a ponytail and you wore a simple necklace and your favourite pair of shoes. Casual.

RING RING! RING RING!

You quickly adjusted your outfit before heading downstairs to meet the boys. You opened the door to be met my, of all people, Daniel. Your ‘hey’ seemed to turn into a “H-hi, h-hey!”, you blushed, mentally face-palming yourself. Daniel chuckled, “Hey, you!”, he brought you in for a hug, “I missed you.”. You smiled, as the two of you walked to the car, “Yeah, me too,” you said, no longer stuttering, “How was it, back home?”. Daniel smiled, sending butterflies into your stomach, “Amazing, as usual.”

On the ride there, you sat next to Daniel, seeing as they literally, was no space left in the car. You couldn't help but notice the sly glances everyone else was sending you as you were practically squished into Daniel. Zach sat on the other side of you, nudging you slightly. “What is it?”, you whispered, turning around. He signaled to you and Daniel, forming a heart with his hands. You rolled your eyes, slapping his shoulder. “Cut it out, Zach.” Luckily, Jonah pulled up to the bowling place, before anything else happened

You tightened your bowling shoes’ laces, standing up. “Y/n!”, Daniel yelled. Jack nudged you, “Your boyfriend’s calling you.”. You blushed, playfully pushing him before turning to Daniel who stood with a bowling ball at the lane. “Watch me do this!”, he said. With his back turned to the pins, he threw the ball in between his legs, watching it roll, upside down, to the pins, knocking all of them out. You cheered, with Daniel, clapping your hands as he came towards you. “Beat that, y/n! I dare you.”. You smirked, “You just messed with the wrong girl, Seavey.” Everyone ‘oohed’ as you reached for a ball, walking up to the lane.

You swung your arm back, before sending the ball forward, watching as it knocked down all the pins. “STTRIIIKKEEE!”, Jonah yelled. You giggled turning around, “Hope you were taking some notes, Daniel,” you joked. He rolled your eyes, “The only thing I’ll be taking is the winning title.”. Corbyn, Zach, Jack and Jonah watched your interaction in amusement, “Ready to initiate Part 2 of the plan?”, Jonah asked.

Corbyn grinned and walked up to the two of you, tapping your shoulders, “Hey guys, I know we just came and all, but I’m not feeling to well, so I’m gonna head home.”. You pouted, “Aww, you okay Corbs? Who you going home with?”. He faked being sick, coughing, “Jonah’s going to drop me off. Y’all can take an Uber, if that’s fine.” Daniel smiled, “Yeah of course, man, get better, yeah?”. Corbyn and Jonah left when suddenly, Zach and Jack came up to the both of you, looking sick.

“What’s with you two?”, Daniel asked. Jack groaned, leaning onto Zach, “I think we caught what Corbyn got, probably from the food we had this morning.”. Daniel frowned suspiciously, “Is that so?”. Zach sighed tiredly, “Yeah, man, see ya!”. He quickly pulled on Jack’s arm, and the two dashed out. “Well, that was something,” you chuckled. Daniel sighed, “Indeed, but hey, at least I get to show you how good I am at bowling now,” he said, since you both had to fill in for the boy’s turns. You smirked, “We’ll see about that.”

1 hour later, both you and Daniel sat at the seats outside the bowling centre, arms exhausted from throwing bowling balls. The two of you had tied in first place, calling it a truce. “Who knew bowling was painful?”, Daniel gasped out, shaking his hands to get rid of the soreness. You nodded, laughing, “Guess you learn something new everyday.”

“I saw an In and Out, just across from here. You down?”, he stood up, holding his hand out. You smiled, placing your hand in his, “Sure.” The two you walked hand in hand to In and Out where you ordered some food, takeaway, seeing as the ‘sick’ boys back home would probably be hungry, as you had told Daniel. If only he knew, the only reason you said that was so as to avoid having to sit with him, and having you blush and stutter, making it all the more likely for him to figure out he liked you and reject you. Why did life have to be like this?

Daniel threw his head back, laughing as you waited in line for your food, “They’re always hungry.” Once the two of you had gotten the food, you decided to walk back the boys’ house, seeing as it was only a short distance. “We should do this again, sometime. I had fun,” Daniel said, as he held your hand, swinging it back and forth. You smiled, looking up at him, “Yeah, me too.”, you looked ahead, “ It’s a shame, the boys weren’t there, though. They missed out on my amazing skills.”, you joked. Daniel laughed, again, “Yeah, that’s true,” he said to your surprise. You looked up at him, “What do you mean by that?”. He smiled, “You’re pretty good at bowling y/n, not gonna lie.”.

You chuckled, “I think you’re pretty good at bowling, too.”, you said, ”Well, you’re pretty good at everything; pretty good at instruments, pretty good at singing, pretty good at ping pong, pretty good at being pretty.”, you quickly stopped yourself, blushing, “Sorry, I- uh g-got a l-little carried away.” You looked down, oblivious to the fact that Daniel had blushed too, “Um, it’s ok-okay,” he stuttered, “I think you’re pretty good at being pretty too.” He smiled at you (A/N: *insert smile from the image in my previous post but without the hand*).

The two of you rounded the corner into the Why Don't We household, when Daniel suddenly stopped. You stopped too, turning to him, “What’s wrong?”. He rolled his eyes chuckling, “It seems, y/n” he said, “as though the boys weren't sick at all,” he pointed to the window of the house, where you saw through the light, all the four boys, dancing around as Zach and and Jack jumped up, holding their video game controllers, “Oh my,” you chuckled, “Is it just me, or do you think this all was highly intentional.”

Daniel laughed as the two of you continued walking, Daniel unlocking the door to the house, “Knowing them, it was probably, very highly intentional.” You laughed, entering the house, behind him, holding the bag of food. “We got food, for you ‘sick’ children!”, Daniel joked, ‘air-quoting’ the word sick. You laughed, placing the bag of food onto the kitchen table as the boys rushed in, getting some food for themselves.

Zach grinned, taking a burger from the bag before sitting at the table, “So,” he said, “How was your date?”. Jonah choked on his food and he reached over, smacking Zach’s head, “Zach! You’re exposing the plan!”, he whisper shouted. You chuckled at them, “Your plan was already pretty exposed when we saw you through the window, playing video games,” you admitted. Corbyn threw his hands up, “I told you we should have closed the curtains!”.

“But for the record,” Daniel said, his hand, holding yours, under the table, “I think I speak for both of us when I say, the date was great.”. You blushed, nodding. Suddenly, your phone ringed. “Be right back,” you walked out of the kitchen, to take the call.

Jack high-fived Zach before turning to Daniel, “Just to be clear, this was my idea, so I do expect to be best man at your wedding!”. Corbyn added on, “Just to be clear, I planned it, so I do expect to be the godfather of your children, thank you, very much.”. The two walked out of the room.

Daniel groaned, “Seriously, Corbyn?!”. He looked at Zach and Jonah, “Do you two expect something too?”

Jonah shrugged, sipping on his drink, “Nothing much, just to have one of your children named after me,” he said casually, before walking out. Daniel sighed, “Should have seen that one coming.” He turned to Zach, “What about you?”. Zach grinned, “Nothing much,” he said, getting up, “Just to be able to drive your Tesla, whenever I want.” He walked out, leaving Daniel in the kitchen. “Zach, you can’t do that!”, Daniel laughed, shaking his head. His friends really were one of a kind.

You walked in, placing your phone back in your bag, “Hey, where did the others, go?”, you asked. Daniel turned to you, “To the doctor.” You laughed, walking up to him. “What do you wanna do?”, he asked wrapping his arms around you. You shrugged, resting your head on his chest, as he swung you slightly from side to side, “Dunno, what about you?”

“Would you mind if I showed you some music I was working on and we ate some food?”

You looked up at him, a big smile on your face, “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

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A/N: SORRY, IT’S KINDA BAD

#daniel seavey imagine #daniel seavey #why don't we #why don't we imagine

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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No Scrubs Allowed

A/N: I got another one for y’all. So, I was listening to the 90′s R&B/Hip-Hop playlist on Apple Music and “No Scrubs” by TLC came on and that's when I got the idea of writing a one-shot inspired by this very song. This is a one-shot of Erik “Killmonger” Stevens and his boy out and about during the summer when he stops the Black Reader and her friend beside them; he tries to shoot his shot. What will happen? Hmm...

WARNING: Profanity; c*ck blocking and pettiness.

RECOMMENDED LISTENING: No Scrubs by TLC

PAIRING: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

July 4th, a hot summer day when Erik was in the passenger seat of a 2020 Fluorescent Yellow Neon Lamborghini Aventador. The inside interior was a glossy leather with a dark oakwood dashboard, banging sound system and red threading on the outer corner of the seats. He looked over his lighter complexion friend who drove 10 and 2. “A, why the fuck you driving like that man”, he asked leaned back in his seat.

“Because this is a nice ass car, man, and I ain’t tryna scratch it the fuck up.” Erik rolled his eyes before scrolling through Instagram. “Bruh, cars come and go, my G.” Aaron looked at his friend with an appalled face and said: “Niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, this shit was ex-pen-sive. Do you not see this detail. The dashboard was made Italy by delicate hands.” They finally pulled up to a red light when another car pulled up; a 2012 Nissan Altima. Erik looked over to see the driver, a woman with skin like his, long hair and bright colored nails. She was dancing to the Apple’s playlist.

Erik noticed another woman. Chocolate skin with her kinky curls in a low ponytail and a smile on her face watching her friend. Erik tapped Aaron’s arm before leaning out, whistling to get their attention. The driver looked over at him and rolled her window up until her friend smacked her arm to roll it back down. “How y’all ladies doing today? I’m Erik and this is my dude Aaron.” The driver looked at him up and down then at the car; she looked passed Erik then Aaron.

“Hello, Aaron. I’m Kelly and this is Y/N. How you doing” she said as she bit her lip. Aaron was too focus on the road. Erik looked at her face and chuckled until he saw Y/N looking at her. “How you doing, princess”, he asked Y/N and she said “I’m fine. It's just a little hot out here. They smiled at one another and before she can say anything else, Kelly blocked his view. “She is way too good for your freeloading ass. Ya game is weak as fuck and you need to get like ya friend. You broke ass nigga.” She turned up the radio as TLC’s No Scrubs played and sang the words loud enough for him to hear. He was about to tell her off until he noticed Y/N shaking her hand. He looked her as she signaled him to follow to the 7/ll straight ahead with a wink. Erik nodded watching them drive off and tapped Aaron saying “follow them but stay a few cars behind.”

Aaron looked to him chuckling and did as he was told. They followed the girls never being detected until the pulled into the lot. Kelly parked and Y/N got out the car with her phone in hand; they stood and talked for a while. When Erik saw her walk into the front door, he was stunned. She wore a tie-dye body con dress with Vans and her body was nothing like he ever imagined. She was thicker than a bowl oatmeal out the freezer. When Aaron parked beside them, Erik stepped out in his white tee, army cargos, and fresh air force ones with his black diamond watch and his father’s chain. Kelly scoffed and before she can even say anything, he placed his hand a few inches as saying ‘talk to the hand.’

When he walked in, looking for her when he spotted her in the chip aisle. He walked up to her with his hands in his pockets. “If I were you, I would get the Limon Lays. The perfect combo of salty and sweet.” Y/N looked up to him grinning before getting the chips. “Good choice.” She began walking when she signaled him to follow. “So, Erik. I just wanted to apologize for Kelly. She can be a huge b-word sometimes”, she said while choosing a watermelon Arizona; he nodded in approval. They began walking to the candy aisle when he said “Nah, don’t trip, little one. I’m used to those types of females. But why you hang around her? You seem sweeter than this whole fucking aisle.”

She giggled and said “that was a good one. See, ya game ain’t weak at all.” He chuckled with his fist to his mouth. “Nah, I’m playing. I knew her since we were younger. She was only the friend I ever had.” Erik looked out to see Kelly flirting with Aaron, touching his chest and all. Y/N watched them too when Erik said: “well, she ain’t ya only friend anymore, Y/N.” She looked up to him to see he was looking at her as well. He touched her arm with his fingertips and said “look, I don’t know her all too well but her heart ain’t in the right place. Kelly ain’t all that special little one”; he wrapped his arm around her neck as they walked around grabbing more snack.

They soon were at the register when Erik put his snacks with hers. “And who said I was paying for yours too”, she asked with an amused look but was being ignored by Erik who was smiling. “Your total is $45.98. Will that be cash, debit or credit”, the cashier asked and before Y/N pulled out her card, Erik said “cash” and pulled out a roll of hundreds out his pocket; Y/N watched as he handed him the money and got his change back. Erik pulled their bag to the side and her hand in his hand softly. She was mentally asking who he was and it was like her read her mind. He looked out and she followed his gaze, smiling and looking down. “So, Y/N. What do you have planned for tonight”, he asked with a smile making her blush even more.

He walked out with their bag in hand and saw how close Kelly was to Aaron at the front of the car. “Aight, A. I need the keys man.” Aaron nodded and passed them into Erik’s hands. Kelly folded her arms and asked, “Aaron, you are really gonna let him borrow your car.” She rolled her eyes when Erik went to the passenger side and received no answer until she heard the door open. “Aye, princess. Did ya get everything ya pretty self wanted” Erik and she raised the bags of Malibu Pineapple Rum, Vodka and Jack Daniels with chasers. “Sure did, E.”

“Damn, you gonna drink all of that,” Erik asked with a chuckle. She walked over to the car to get her small backpack then to him saying “well, you did say I could get anything and everything I wanted. It was all on you, remember.” He shrugged and said, “I am a man of my word.” She stood next to him when Kelly said “lemme get this straight. Aaron, you letting him borrow your car and money. Before Aaron said anything, Erik stopped and said: “Kelly, love do me a favor and read the license plate for us.” Kelly looked at him then to Aaron.

“K. L. L. M. N. G. R”, she read and Erik slowly applauded her; “very good. You can read”. He looked to Y/N and said “now, Y/N. Do me a favor and tell her my nickname. I just love how you say it.” She giggled and in a sweet voice, she said “Killmonger”. He shimmied as he opened the door for her and handing her the bags. “Oweeeee. The way she says it, makes a king feel good.” He looked at Kelly, closed the door and said “Ya see. I had to remove the vowels so that my whole name can fit. I let Aaron drive it because he has never been in one.” He stood in front of her and said: “ya know, with a such a pretty face, you sure do have a shitty ass personality.” He went to Aaron and gave him dap. “Aight, bruh. Get home safe. I know Kelly will give ya a ride.”

Aaron chuckled and Killmonger got in the car, buckling them in and asked Y/N “so, beautiful. What ya got a taste for” as he caressed her chin. She thought about and said “how about pizza? I know the best place in downtown. Waaaay cheesier than you.” Erik started the car and laughed. “Damn, must be cheesy as hell” Y/N smiled as they pulled off, leaving Kelly’s blood boiling, wishing she was Y/N.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Never ever judge a book by its cover

WRITER’S NOTE: Thank you for reading. Tomorrow, I will be posting a final part to this and Chapter two of Summertime Magic as well. Please like, reblog and tell me your thoughts.

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rockcandey · 4 years

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all the asks jared. do all of the asks (or pick ur faves, whichever u want ;3c)

DSHJFGSUHG you got it boss

1. do you have a crush on anyone?

uhhh kinda ? maybe ? nothing serious fr anyone rn

2. what’s your favorite candy?

ohhhh sour patch watermelons... or kit kats...

3. favorite love song?

good old fashioned lover boy by queen !!

4. what was your first kiss like?

sweet, pretty casual. me and my friend were walking in the woods and i asked her to kiss me bc i wanted my first kiss to b over with. i dont regret it !

5. what was your last kiss like?

uhhh i think it was me kissing oliver. if it was then it was v casual and friendly. bro activities...

6. sexual/romantic orientation?

im technically bisexual but prefer to identify as gay : )

7. do you prefer poems or love letters?

ohhh.... as someone who has written and received both hmmm. i think poems ?? but there is something rly special abt getting a love letter in the mail.

8. favorite fanfic trope?

v general but luv some good ol fashioned hurt/comfort. also mutual pining (especially in the way that both characters know attraction is returned but just havent made the first move so theres lots of tension and v charged Looks and Touching)

9. have you ever been in love?

yes !!! many times !!!

10. favorite milkshake flavor?

theres this one like. hazelnut chocolate shake from red robin that is *chefs kiss*

11. dinner dates or brunch dates?

brunch !!

12. favorite flowers?

honeysuckles !!

13. favorite perfume/cologne?

idk !! nothing too strong. i have a lavender perfume i think is nice

14. favorite candle scent?

whatever my friend bunny usually has lit in her room sdjhfsdifh. v earthy and cozy vibes.

15. what’s your ideal first date?

something fun and chill !! doesnt have to b anything big, i like just walking around and talking to someone. maybe end with some kisses ; 00

16. favorite love story?

read Having A Coke With You by Frank OHara about his lover Vincent Warren bc THAT. that is love.... also freddie mercury and jim hutton make me ache...

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

ohhh idk.. just something that theyre v comfortable and confident in. like i will think someones hot in their pajamas if theyre obviously feeling good abt themself in them you know ??

18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

ohhhh red velvet,..... chocolate is a close second.

19. snow, rain, or sun?

sun !! or rain : )

20. sweetest romantic memory?

oh god uhh every moment with connor ?? connor was extremely romantic. i also went on a date with a boy and as we were walking down the street we just like. very naturally ended up kissing and he was cupping my cheek and was like ‘ive been waiting all day to do that’ it was VERY sweet.

21. favorite dating sim (and favorite character)?

dsjhfsg,dhfgsdh its like. very furbait but i genuinely had a lot of fun playing lovers of aether !! the art is so cute and its v funny and clever and i love wrastor and orcane they were rly fun !

22. fictional crushes?

uhhh hawkeye (aja comic version).... daphne from oceans 8... poe dameron.... baze malbus.... magnus burnsides..... im sure theres more im very gay.

23. what’s your dream wedding like?

oh jeez idk dude. simple n pretty and intimate ?? id probably be fine getting married in a courthouse if i was rly happy with someone but i wldnt mind a nice small thing with friends.

24. what makes you blush?

EVERYTHING. i blush v easy. catching attractive ppl looking at me definitely makes me blush. also just like. rly sincere compliments from someone i like.

25. do you believe in love at first sight?

i believe u can look at someone and know u want to / will love them.

26. do you believe in soulmates?

yes ! i believe there are many types of soulmates too.

27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?

ohhhh... bomber... or leather

28. what’s your sign?

sagittarius !

29. are you single?

yes !

30. do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?

i want someone to WOO ME dammit. but i do like flirting with ppl.

31. guitar or piano?

guitar !

32. favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)?

uhh the only on i can think of is To All The Boys Ive Loved Before

33. do you fall in love easily?

yess i think so.

34. valentine’s decorations: yay or nay?

yay ! its cute : )

35. would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal?

ive imagined it both ways !!

36. cloud gazing or star gazing?

stars !!

37. do you like to dance?

yeah !

38. what’s your OTP?

uhhhh mick rory & leonard snart from the cw shows ?? i dont think about otps alot idk.

39. kittens or puppies?

ohhh.... kittens....

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

coffee !

41. favorite soda?

i dont drink a lot of soda but i like root beer ! and cheerwine

42. do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa?

oh i luv a good window gazing

43. favorite ABBA song?

mamma mia.

44. fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice)

45. favorite pajamas?

i sleep in just boxers jdsdfdh,j

46. favorite liquor?

jack daniels. im a trashy hick.

47. do you think about love a lot?

yeah !

48. a walk in the park or a walk on the beach?

beach !!!

49. hand kisses or nose kisses?

hand !! they are so intimate....

50. what’s your dreamhouse?

cozy. not too big. lots of natural light. just v comfortable and loving. somewhere i enjoy being.

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munchyn · 5 years

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Blue Eyes| Daniel x Reader Chapter 19- I Love You

12:17 a.m

I banged my head against the table repeatedly in frustration. I had to finish designing the merch for the boys and so far I had only decided the colors that the hoodies could be. I was getting nowhere. I tosed the merch designs to the other side of the table and pulled out a new sheet of paper. I opened my google photos account on my laptop and looked through pictures that zack had shared with me. If I couldn't come up with my own design, maybe, I could at least draw a picture that already existed.

I placed the tip of my pencil on the paper and groaned out in frustration, already starting to give up. I heard someone knock on the door and I leaned back in my chair to look at them. My head was lolling back and I saw Y/f/n who (from my perspective) was hanging upside down from the floor like a bat. I stared at her blankly and waited for her to talk. "What are you doing?" she asks curiously. She walks over to my desk.

"I'm supposed to design some merch for the boys," I say as I lay my head back on the back. I stared at the blank screen of my drawing tablet. "BUt HeY! TheN COmeS AloNG ARtiSTs BlOCk AnD MY lIFe Is RUInEd bEcaUSe I FOrgoT HoW to DRaW!"

"Okay, okay, no need to be so melodramatic," Y/f/n walks toward me. She looks at the different designs that I came up with for the merchandise. She holds up a sheet of paper to look at it closely. She shows it to me and says, "I really like this one." It was a hoodie with the band logo on the back and I had a drawn a line on top of it. "What's that line for?" I sat up and spun in my spinny chair to face her. I explained to her that the limelight that would by that hoodie can submit their name and it could be written on the hoodie by one of the boys. "So their hoodie would be basically signed by the boys?" I nod.

"In the front, the cover of their song for October will be there," I tell Y/f/n. "But I still need to draw it." Y/f/n pulled out another chair that was in a chair and sat next to me to look through pictures for me to make drawings of. I saw her fiddling with the necklace that Corbyn had given her on her Birthday. They really were a cute couple. Almost as cute as me and Daniel. (lol. Sorry I'll leave now).

We decided on a few different ones and I got to work as Y/f/n looked through other merch designs, telling me which ones she liked. The both of us jumped when we heard a voice from the door.

"Somebody will die tonight," Nah, I'm just kidding. It actually just asked what we were doing. The two of us turned to see Jennifer there. She was leaning against the doorframe and had her arms crossed over her chest.

"We're designing Why Don't We merch," says Y/f/n. "Y/n is on an artist's block so I'm helping her." Jenn came over to us and looked through designs Y/f/n.

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7:30 p.m

I screamed as I threw my hands up in the air.

"I have beat my record!" Jenn and Y/f/n stare at me curiously. "I've been sitting at this table for eight and a half hours without moving!" Jenn rolled her eyes.

"Okay, but did you draw the picture?" she asks. I look at her with a blank stare until I remembered and gasped.

"Oh wait, never mind. Everything is okay," I say calming down. "I finished it." I showed them the drawing on the screen of my computer. "What do you think?"

"It's horrible," jokes Y/f/n. "Just kidding. I like it, it's good."

"I think it's great," says Jennifer. I thanked them both and turned back to my computer. I saved the drawing of the picture and downloaded it on my phone. I opened up my chat with Daniel and sent him the picture.

Y: What do you think?

I waited for a while for him to answer while I read fan fiction. Suddenly my phone buzzed and I checked to see it was Daniel. I tapped on the notification to see his text.

D: OMG! That is awesome! Holy cow Y/n. I love the way you drew Zach. He looks like a monkey

I look at the text as a little part of me breaks. Did he not like it? Was he pretending to like it to not hurt my feelings.

Another text.

D: Ignore what Jack just texted. He was just trying to annoy Zach. This is Corbyn by the way.

I let out a relieved sigh when I read that.

Y: Hey Corbs What are you doing on Daniels phone?

D(C): He forgot his phone home while going out. We were pranking him and we got the text from you and yeah.

Y: Oh hey Corbyn, I almost forgot.. Could you tell Jack he hurt my feelings

Corbyn POV

I read Y/n's last text and turned to face Jack. I leaned over the back of the couch to face the former Noodle boy. I heard Zach giggling next to me on the couch. "Hey Jack," I call over to him. "Y/n says you hurt her feelings." He looks at me, confused. I show him the texts and a frown grows on his face. He told me to start a video call and I did.

"Hi Corbyn," says Y/n on the phone. I heard Y/f/n scream my bane in the background and then a crash. "Y/f/n! Careful with the designs!" She turned her attention back to the screen. "Anyway, why'd you call?" Right then, Jack snatched the phone out of my hands.

"I'm really sorry I hurt your feelings Y/n," he says, walking around the couch to sit on one of the single seat sofas. "It's a really good drawing and I wasn't trying to insult you when I said that." He shoots a glance at Zach. "It's just Zach already looks like a monkey in real life."

"Hey! I do not!" shouts Zach as he charges towards Jack. I heard Y/n chuckling from the other side of the phone. Jack flipped the phone towards me and I catched it.

"Did you guys just flip me?"

"Um, it was Jack," I say. Jack glares at me as he tries to peel Zach off of him. "By the way, is that drawing for our song cover? If it is then it is perfect."

"I was also planning on putting it on the merch," she explains. I then hear the front door open.

"What are you doing with my phone?" I look up to a certain Giraffe and the look back at the screen.

"Oh hey Y/n, look," I say as I stand up. "It's your boyfriend." I gave Daniel his phone.

Daniel POV

Corbyn handed me my phone and I saw that they were calling Y/n. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her messy hair up in a bun. Random strands of hair covering parts of her face. I looked at the clothes she was wearing through the screen. Instead of one of the usual fandom t-shirts, she was wearing a hoodie. Ny hoodie. The hoodie I'd been looking for for weeks.

"Hey," I say as I smile at her through the screen. "Isn't that my hoodie?" She looks down at what she's wearing. She shrugged.

"Maybe," she smiled and then let out a silent gasp, remembering something. "Oh, I finnished the cover for the song. Corbyn and the boys already saw it and they like it. You're the only one that didn't see it." She paused ti think a while. "Actually, I don't know if Jonah saw it."

"I'll check it out later," I tell her while going up the stairs. I made my way to my room as I chatted with Y/n. I would occasionally her Y/f/n and Jennifer in the background but they mostly stayed silent. After a while I thought they may have left Y/n' room. "Hey, are Y/f/n and Jennifer still there?"

"Nah, they left the room a while ago," I was laying on my bed and I looked at Y/n through the screen. Her eyes shone under the dim light on her nightstand. E/c orbs always causing a new swarm of butterflies to flutter I my stomach every time I looked into them. She had let her hair down a few minutes ago and the h/c locks framed her face perfectly.

"Umm, Dani," Y/n' voice breaks me out of my trance. But quickly sent me down a similar path. I started wondering how beautiful it would sound wheb she sung. I'd only heard her sing once before and then it had only been barely over a whisper. "Dani, you're staring."

"You're so beautiful," I saw her cheeks go pink and she giggles. She shakes her head.

"No I'm not," she says and I frown.

"Y/n, you are so beautiful I don't know how I was lucky enough to find you. You have the most beautiful eyes, I get lost in them every time I so much as take a glance. You have so much life in you that it just radiates beauty. And you have such a beautiful voice, I haven't heard you sing before but I know it would be like listening to an angel," the smile on her face gradually grew wider and wider as I said these thing. Until she let out something between a choke, a sob and a giggle.

"I wish we weren't talking on the phone right now," my brows furrowed and a frown made its way onto my face in sadness. "I really want to hug you and kiss you right now." I smiled, relieved.

"I love you Watermelon," I mumbled.

"I love you too Apple."

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A/N: Hi cupcakes, sorry I've been absent for a few days. I promise I will try not to do like last time. I will continue with this story no matter how long of a break I take.

I can't wait for the boys to release their new song for October. When they do, I'll try to see if I can write a chapter with it.

Here is some random piece of information, but I made a candle. It's BlackBerry scented.

Love, your author,

Noa

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blueeyedbesson · 5 years

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wdw thing

1. Favorite WDW member? Corbyn Besson

2. Noodles or Watermelon? Watermelon

3. Boom boom boom lemme hear you say WAYHOO? WAYHOO

4. Corbean or Noodle-head? Corbean 100%

5. Favorite WDW Fanfic? I’m super biased but Taking You by moi

6. Favorite Week’s Words mashup?

7. Favorite WDW Song? Hey Good Lookin

8. Least favorite WDW Song? Perfect

9. These Girls or Trust Fund Baby? Trust Fund Baby

10. How long have you been a limelight? since March 28, 2018

11. What was the first music video you ever saw? Kiss You This Christmas

12. Favorite music video? I Don’t Belong In This Club

13. Least favorite music video? Hey Good Lookin’ (because there isn’t one)

14. Favorite ship within the band? Dorbyn

15. Ever seen them live? When/Where? NO :(

16. Do you write imagines, fanfictions, etc? yes

17. Feelings on Corbina? love it

18. Feelings on Jabbie (or whatever their ship name is lmao)? love it

19. Feelings on Jatum? they’re okay

20. Zack Caspary or August Reinhardt? Zack, although i really do love August

21. Pro-Daniel’s nose ring or not? he has one?

22. Anna, Esther, Svea, Isla, Sydney, Ava, Reese, or Ashley? Ashley

23. Favorite WDW Mom? Keri

24. Favorite WDW Lyric? and golden hearts find gentle hands with no exception

25. Favorite Lyric in Hooked? you got me under your influence

26. Taking You or Hooked? Taking You

27. Favorite Tea Time with Why Don’t We episode? 2 i think

28. Corbyn’s laugh or Zach’s rosy cheeks? Corbyn’s Laugh, duh

29. Daniel’s (adorable) tooth gap or Jonah’s height? Daniel’s tooth gap (sorry jo)

30. Daniel’s eyes or Jack’s hair? Daniel’s eyes

31. Would you rather eat watermelon late at night watching “The Parent Trap” with Daniel or drinking coffee early in the morning talking about Harry Potter with Jonah? drink coffee early in the morning and talk about harry potter with Jonah, even though i dont like coffee

32. Would you rather talk about space with Corbyn or play video games with Jack (Jeepers Nuts!)? talk about space with Corbyn because space is super awesome

33. Out of all of the boys, who would you kiss, marry, be besties with, kill, or friend-zone? kiss: Jack, marry: corbyn, be besties with: daniel, kill: zach (sorry) and friend-zone: jonah

34. Favorite characteristic(s) of Corbyn? EVERYTHING

35. Favorite characteristic(s) of Daniel? his eyes

36. Favorite characteristic(s) of Jack? his hair

37. Favorite characteristic(s) of Jonah? his voice

38. Favorite characteristic(s) of Zach? his ability to make people laugh

39. Favorite Corbyn moment? ALL OF THEM

40. Favorite Daniel moment? his apple juice song. it was so cute

41. Favorite Jack moment? the ‘daddy’ moment with isla

42. Favorite Jonah moment? it’s raining men

43. Favorite Zach moment? ‘hitting’ his head off stuff

44. Favorite picture(s) of the band? CHECK

45. Favorite picture(s) of Corbyn? BACK

46. Favorite picture(s) of Daniel? LATER

47. Favorite picture(s) of Jack? FOR

48. Favorite picture(s) of Jonah? THESE

49. Favorite picture(s) of Zach? ANSWERS

50. Favorite WDW blog(s)? there’s alot. ill reblog this with answers

51. How do you think Corbyn would prom-pose to you? How would he ask you out on a date?

52. How do you think Daniel would prom-pose to you? How would he ask you out on a date?

53. How do you think Jack would prom-pose to you? How would he ask you out on a date?

54. How do you think Jonah would prom-pose to you? How would he ask you out on a date?

55. How do you think Zach would prom-pose to you? How would he ask you out on a date?

56. Out of all of their celebrity crushes (Ariana Grande, Camila Cabello, Candice Swanepoel, Dua Lipa, and Selena Gomez), whose your favorite and why? Dua Lipa because she’s so talented and nice

57. What made you want to create your WDW blog? i fell in love with corbyn’s eyes

58. Jabbie or Corbina? Corbina 100%

59. Taking You: Who would you bring with you on an out-of-country vacation? Where would you go? i would take corbyn to bora bora

60. Pro-Jack’s braided hair or not? i’m in between

61. Favorite WDW interview? the ‘who of you would’ interview with NRJ

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joelyjo · 6 years

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Fic - Everything in its Place

Author: joelyjo

Rating: Strong R (sex and birth)

Summary: Scully is determined that the new baby will be born at home. Will it be peace and calm and everything in its place? Or will it be drama-filled all over again?

Author’s Notes: Written for the Nursery Files Labour (Sorry, I can’t bring myself to miss out the U) Day challenge, although it’s a bit late because I’m a bit rubbish at deadlines. Any feedback is very welcome. I’m fairly new to the fandom on tumblr, if not to writing, and eager for anything, be it positive or negative! Thanks, all.

Tagging: @marinafrenzy and @today-in-fic

William came into the world like a storm. When Scully thinks back to that night in Democrat Hot Springs, all she remembers is the white-hot pain and the burn of anxiety. She’d never felt more alone in a room full of people. Never been so terrified.

This time, she is adamant. It will be a peaceful birth. It will be at home and she will have Mulder with her through every contraction and every push. She tells her doctor all this and he listens, calmly and patiently.

“It’s lovely that you have such a clearly outlined birth plan, Dana. But you must remember that babies come when they are ready and things rarely go to plan. Be prepared for your plan to get shot all to hell.”

Scully sees Mulder looking from the doctor to her and back again and can read his thoughts like an open book. He does not fancy this doctor’s chances at appealing to Scully’s sense of reason and logic. “Mulder,” she says, pre-empting his interjection. “You know this is what I want.”

“Oh, I know it, Scully.” He glances again at the doctor, their gazes conspiratorial. She knows they will speak when he can get her out of earshot. Well, let them plot, she thinks. She will have this baby at home and everything will be in its place.

Six weeks before her due date, she begins to nest. The house is cleaned from top to bottom. She gets down on her knees and scrubs things that haven’t been scrubbed in decades, turns out cupboards and drawers, vacuums until she breaks the vacuum. Mulder tries to help, but most of the time his efforts end in him failing to meet her exacting standards and giving up before they come to blows over the right way to fold tiny onesies and stack diapers.

Her mood is alternately calm and zen then raging like a hurricane. She can’t sleep properly, can’t get comfortable in any position… and, just when she thinks things are at their nadir, they have a heatwave. July sun pounds down on the house and every room is hotter than hell. She curses Mulder for not fixing the AC and casts him from the house to find an engineer, but every engineer in the state is booked up for weeks. So instead she basks in front of a desk fan, takes to wandering the house in her underwear. Mulder stares and spends the week trying to hide a series of persistent erections. She is almost ready to climb into the refrigerator when the heat breaks in a massive thunderstorm that lasts most of the night.

In the morning, he brings her coffee and rye toast in bed and she feels like a different woman. She realises why when she stands naked before the bedroom mirror and sees that the baby has dropped. Mulder comes from behind her and wraps his arms around her, his big hands cupping the massive watermelon of her abdomen. “I can breathe again, Mulder,” she tells him, almost dizzy with the rush of oxygen. He smiles and kisses her neck.

“Not long now,” he murmurs and she smiles back at him. She is ready.

But nothing happens. Days pass and her due date approaches. Her bad mood returns and Mulder does his best to keep out of her way. Even that is not enough, though, and one day she follows him into work, waddling down to the basement to complain about the mess and try to take over his latest investigation. Skinner finds them arguing an hour later and nothing can hide the expression that passes across his face when his eyes fall on her swollen belly.

“Agent Scully, what are you doing here?” His voice is full of concern, but there’s just enough chastisement to make her blood boil. She rounds on him.

“This is my office. I can be in it if I wish… sir.”

Skinner glances at Mulder and the two men share a beleaguered look. Scully’s fury mounts. She is standing behind the desk, her hands on her hips, and she knows she is more intimidating than an angry bull.

It takes them two hours to convince her to go home.

Two days later, the midwife comes to the house. Her name is Joy and she is a sweet, middle-aged Hispanic lady with amazing hair and a no-nonsense manner. She wastes no time at all in scoping out the house, sizing up where to place the birthing pool, the foetal monitor, the weighing scales, the gas cylinders. Scully is heartened by her professionalism and tells Mulder how pleased she is that they found the extra $500 for a nurse-midwife. “It’s not that I’m expecting anything to go wrong,” she tells Joy. “I’m a medical doctor myself and I’ve done this in somewhere with no electricity and no running water.” She leaves out the bit about being surrounded by alien witnesses. Joy may appear no-nonsense, but that detail is likely to send her packing. “But I am glad you are going to be here.”

“It’s nice that you’re happy and feel secure, Miss Scully,” Joy replies. “But I want you to remember that birth is a funny old game. It happens when it happens and how it happens can be anybody’s guess. Be prepared to find yourself back in the hospital because I won’t allow anything to happen that puts you or your baby at risk.”

Mulder nods in the background.

That evening, they fire up the grill and Mulder cooks steak and spicy vegetable kebabs. Afterwards, they sit together on the porch swing in the gathering darkness and watch the night insects crowding around the lamps. Mulder cradles her belly, rubbing gentle circles over the taut skin and Scully finds herself softening with his touches. “I’m sorry if I’ve not been very easy to live with these last few weeks,” she confesses.

Behind her, Mulder chuffs out a laugh. “I think I preferred being dead.”

She scowls at him and bats his bicep with her hand. “I’m huge, my feet are so swollen I can barely get my shoes on, my whole body aches, I want to pee constantly, I can’t get comfortable, I can’t sleep but I’m so tired. It’s enough to put anyone in a bad mood.”

“Yeah,” says Mulder ruefully. “I guess I never thought about it before. I didn’t really pay attention last time – there were other things on my mind.”

“I know.”

She twists and leans up to kiss him. He is warm and there is the lingering taste of spices on his breath. “I love you,” she says against his mouth. He doesn’t reply, but he takes her face in his hands and kisses her thoroughly and she hears him anyway.

Three days later, she wakes with backache and an odd feeling in her abdomen. It’s not pain, as such, but a kind of tightness. She goes to the calendar and crosses off the previous day, a habit she got into around 30 weeks and mulls the sensation over. Her due date is tomorrow. The day after Labor Day. She can’t remember clearly feeling anything similar before, but then, she muses, everything happened so fast towards the end that, like Mulder, she didn’t notice much of anything with any focus.

She showers and dresses while he goes out for a run, setting some coffee to brew when she thinks he’s been gone about his usual time. Taking her own mug of green tea out onto the porch, she unfolds one of the loungers and is dozing in the sunshine when he bounds up the porch steps, sweaty and breathing hard. He greets her with a kiss and a cheerful, “Enjoying the holiday weekend, Scully?”

She opens one eye and regards him critically. “Ugh. Go shower and then we’ll talk. There’s coffee in the pot.”

He nods, grins and withdraws upstairs. A moment later she hears the water start in the bathroom, then some time later, he returns in chino shorts and a tank, hair wet and with the scent of shower gel on his skin. He hoists himself up and perches on the porch rail with the kind of nimbleness that makes Scully ache with jealousy. Sitting there with his tanned, muscular limbs on show he looks all of twenty-five instead of fifty-something. “It’s Labor Day, the weather’s great,” he says. “What shall we do?”

“Have a baby?” she suggests.

“Well, yeah, there is that,” he agrees with a grin. “But what if baby’s not playing ball?”

Scully sighs. She is done with being pregnant, done to the point that any activity other than giving birth seems an unattractive option.

“I know you’re sick of this, Scully,” he says.

She makes a face. “No kidding, Mulder.”

“Yeah… No kidding. But is it better to be sick of it stuck indoors sniping at each other or sick of it outside in the sunshine with a chance of being distracted?”

Considering his suggestion, she thinks that she could quite easily hunker down here on the lounger for the rest of the day, but she can see the look in his eyes and knows that if she chooses that, he might just go anyway, without her, and that she absolutely does not want. “Okay,” she agrees.

“A walk and an ice-cream at Burke Lake?”

The idea surprises her with how good it sounds. “Yeah… Okay. You’re going to have to help me tie my shoes though.”

The lake is glorious in the early September sunshine and after she manoeuvres herself out of the car, she has to stand a moment, flexing the muscles in her back and admiring the expanse of twinkling water. Scully wonders briefly why he chose here, of all the places he could’ve picked, but can’t put her finger on a reason why. The place is sort of familiar and she figures she must have visited before with her family or maybe with Daniel or Jack – it’s the kind of place you might come with a romantic partner. He comes to stand behind her and looks out at the lake too. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” She nods. “You up for a short walk, then?”

There are other people here, but it is not as busy as she imagined it would be, so they set off on one of the flat, easy trails along the lakeside. She feels huge and ungainly and walks so slowly she is sure Mulder must be frustrated, but he seems content to fall into pace beside her. She reaches for his hand and he takes it, interlocking their fingers and then smiling down at her, his eyes obscured by sunglasses. “Okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

They walk for a mile or so, then she has to stop. Her back is still aching and although she had thought the exercise might have helped it, it doesn’t seem to have had that effect. She perches on a boulder and rolls her shoulders, stretching herself out. Mulder leaves her alone and jogs down to edge of the river to skim stones across the gently lapping surface. “Hey,” she shouts after a few moments. “You promised me ice-cream!”

He turns and grins up at her. “I sure did, Scully. You want to head back?”

“I want ice-cream.”

On the way back to the car, Scully spots a picnic area and a kiosk selling snacks and ice cream and instructs Mulder to make good on his offer. While he goes to fulfil his duty, she wanders vaguely amongst the empty wooden tables then beyond through the parkland. She finds a shady spot beneath a tree and eases herself down onto the grass, feeling a little like a camel trying to get its awkward limbs folded in just the right way. Mulder returns with two enormous cones of ice-cream drizzled in strawberry sauce and drops down beside her. They sit and eat in silence for a while, then Mulder pauses and frowns. “You are sure about this home birth thing, aren’t you?”

She blinks and turns to him. She had guessed this was coming, in fact, she’s surprised he hasn’t said something already. It’s felt like he’s been holding back since Joy visited. “It’s just… If I’d had to place a bet on where you’d want to have this baby, it wouldn’t have been our lounge.”

She is half a breath away from snapping at him, tired and defensive as she is, then stops herself. Instead, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Mulder, when William was born, I was surrounded by aliens, in a place I’d never seen before, with nobody I loved nearby. It was the most frightening experience of my life.” Mulder’s face is still, but his eyes are locked on hers. “I don’t know why I’ve been given this second chance, why we’ve been given this, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that things are as far removed from that first experience as I can make them. So I don’t want a roomful of people, and a strange hospital suite. I want home…” She reaches out to take his hand in hers. “And us.”

“Even if it’s dangerous?”

“There’s no reason to think that it will be dangerous,” she assures. “I’m fit and healthy, all the scans have shown the baby is fit and healthy too. We have Joy. We’re not hundreds of miles from civilisation with an alien threat hanging over us. I’ve done this before.”

He stares at her for a long time, then starts to nod. She smiles as she realises he is acquiescing to her wishes and squeezes his hand. He returns the gesture and then places his hand on her belly, palm flat, and holds it there. Scully watches him, remembering another time when he touched her in the same way, when she lay in a hospital bed and neither of them was sure about anything. “Home,” he says, and his voice is rough with emotion. “Us.” He leans in to kiss her, softly at first, then with a growing passion.

Breaking away, she looks around them. It is quiet but still a public place, and she can hear the distant sounds of children whooping and yelling down by the lake, the hum of a motorboat. The sun glints off faraway car windows. She hunkers closer to him and presses her mouth to his neck. “You know,” she murmurs against his skin, “they say that one of the most reliable ways to bring on labour is to have sex.”

Mulder pulls back and regards her amusedly. “Here?” She arches her brows. “My, my, Dana Scully, what has got into you? I’m not objecting, but…” Her hand closes around his crotch and his breathing hitches. “But… wow. You must really be sick of this.”

“You have no idea, Mulder,” she tells him and kisses him again. Desperation has made her bolder than she’s ever been and right now, she couldn’t care less if her priest spotted her across the parking lot.

“I’ll warn you now, Scully, I’ve had several fantasies about this.”

He bites her lip and watches, looking somewhat punch-drunk, as she straddles him, the fabric of her dress stretching and rucking up so her knees are revealed. “Tell me about them,” she commands, and grinds down on him. Mulder’s answering groan is like fire coursing in her blood. Sex has been the last thing on her mind for months but suddenly she is consumed with aching desire. She wants him and she wants him bad.

Mulder rubs his hands up and down her thighs. “You really want to know?”

“I do,” she replies. She is rocking herself against his leg now, and she can see him through his shorts, hard like a bar. Her hands are on his button. It is crazy that she’s contemplating fucking him right here, in a public park, but her entire body seems to be humming with need for him.

“I’ll be honest, Scully,” he says, breaking her train of thought. “Doing it outside hasn’t been in that many fantasies of mine. But…” He glances around them, listening dog-like a moment. “Making love to you somewhere where we might get caught… Now we’re talking. That one has always been high on my list.”

She’s hot now and can feel herself throbbing with eagerness. She slides his zipper down and reaches in to feel him, stroking hard from root to tip. His eyes flutter closed a moment. “Have we ever been caught?” she asks. “In these fantasies of yours?” He lifts himself and she undresses him so that he’s free. A moment later and her hand is on his cock, skin to skin, and she revels in the way his face changes. She is pretty sure she could ask him to deny that aliens exist in this moment and he’d lurch to his feet and shout it as loud as his lungs could make him.

“I did once imagine that Skinner caught us,” he says, his words made breathless by what she’s doing to him. “But all I could see after that was his face and it kind of ruined it for me. So, no, let’s say not.” He thrusts into her hand. “Is there anybody about?”

“Not a soul,” she tells him with a smile and eases up his body. His hands reach and pull aside her panties so he can push inside her. “Now shut up and fuck me, Mulder.”

And he does.

Later, they lie curled up together in the haze of orgasmic bliss, alternately kissing and dozing. He strokes her belly and teases for more until she has to push him away because her back is driving her mad now. He pouts a little, but relents and uses the rejection to rise to his feet, button himself back up and stretch. “Why here, Mulder?” she asks him as he holds out his hand and pulls her to standing. “It’s lovely, but there were lots of other places we could have gone – fireworks displays, outdoor parties, concerts…”

They start to walk back towards his car.

“You don’t remember, Scully?”

“Remember what?”

“Long time ago… eighteen years ago, actually. I came here on a lead. There’d been a bigfoot sighting in the woods on the other side of the lake – it was a load of bull, but it was something to do on a Saturday afternoon. And you called me and we talked about stuff. We made arrangements to go for dinner that evening.” He looks down at her, his smile years away and drifting on the recollections of memory. “And when we finished up talking, just before you hung up, you told me you loved me.”

She can’t help the grin that breaks on her face. “So I’ve never even been here before?”

“Well, no, I guess not.”

A laugh burbles out of her. Mulder looks wounded.

“It’s not that funny. It’s a special place to me.”

“Oh Mulder,” she giggles, “that is so perfectly you.”

“The hazards of a eidetic memory…” He holds out his hand and she takes it. “Come on, let’s go home. We can pick up a pizza on the way back.”

They take a detour into DC to get her favourite pizza and while they’re waiting for their order, watch as a fireworks display over the Potomac kicks off. He suggests taking the pizza and going to listen to the National Symphony Orchestra on the West Lawn but she’s been before and so has he and all she really wants now is to get home, take off her too-tight sneakers, put on her pyjamas and feast on garlic stuffed crust double pepperoni and mushroom pizza.

So he takes her home and juggles the pizza in one hand as he offers the other to her to help her out of the car. The light is failing now and after he dumps the pizza on the coffee table, he goes around flicking lamps on while she climbs wearily upstairs to dress for bed.

She’s at the top of the stairs in her pyjamas when she feels a popping sensation in her abdomen and seconds later, fluid pours down her legs and onto the floor. Scully starts and takes a step backwards, gasping involuntarily as she observes the puddle she is now standing in. “Mulder!” she shouts.

“Yeah?” he calls back from the kitchen.

“I need some help here.”

He appears at the bottom of the stairs, beer bottle in hand and frowns up at her. “What’s the matter?”

“Um… I need a cloth, I think.” She looks down at the pool on the floor. She feels a bit dislocated, like she’s hovering above her body and watching rather than actually being here.

“Oh,” he says, realising. “Okay, um. Yeah.”

Mulder makes a move to go up the stairs, then seems to remember he has a beer bottle in his hand and goes back down, darts into the kitchen and returns with a roll of kitchen towel. Working with an obvious sense of panic, he mops up the pool of fluid then looks up at her. “Are you okay?”

“Mm… Yeah?” She frowns as her abdomen tightens in a clear and obvious contraction. “Ohhh, I think this is it, Mulder.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course it is. I, er… I’ll call Joy. Can you get downstairs okay?”

She nods and, gripping the bannister, she descends slowly. Another contraction hits as she takes the final step and she balks, groaning. Things are happening faster than before, she thinks. That was just about thirty seconds between contractions. She’s about to open her mouth and explain this to Mulder, when he appears in front of her, pale-faced. “Scully, I’m making my panic face. Joy’s not answering. Her phone is going to answer machine. I’ve, I’ve left a message, but I don’t know what else to do. Do you want me to call an ambulance?”

“No!” she barks and Mulder flinches. She does not want an ambulance, because ambulances take you to only one place, the ER, and there is no way she is having this baby on a gurney in the ER. “No,” she repeats, steadier. “Keep trying Joy. She’s maybe out at some kind of party and can’t hear her phone.” Drawing in a deep breath and feeling her uterus relax, she adds, “We’ve got time. This isn’t happening right away.”

Mulder nods. He looks a little lost, which strikes her as vaguely amusing. A man who has faced mutants and alien bounty hunters and serial killers is overcome by the prospect of the birth of his own child. She reaches out a hand and pats his arm in what she hopes is a comforting gesture. “It’s going to be fine, Mulder. We got this.”

“Hm, yeah, you got this, Scully. Me? I’m not so sure. I’ve never delivered a baby before.”

“You won’t have to. Joy will answer her phone soon.”

Her belly tightens again and this time she has to close her eyes with the strength of it. How long was that apart, she thinks. “Mulder, you’ve got to time the contractions. I need to know how far apart they are.”

“Okay. Okay, I can do that.” He pulls up his sleeve and glances at his watch.

“And we need to fill the pool with water.”

Thirty minutes later and the pool is inflated and filling with water. Mulder, happy to have some distraction to keep him busy, is standing over it in a slightly proprietorial manner, watching the water rising up the sides. “You going straight in, Scully?” he asks, turning to see her in the grip of another contraction. She nods, breathing too hard to reply. She’s been walking about the lounge and kitchen, stopping only when contractions hit. Sweat is pearling on her brow and she reaches up a hand to wipe it away. She’s naked but for one of his t-shirts, her hair scraped back in a scruffy ponytail. It’s undignified, for sure, but right now, she couldn’t care less.

She climbs over the side of the pool and sinks down in the water, the t-shirt darkening. It’s warm and soothing and when the next contraction grips her, it feels a little less like she’s being held by a vice. “Have you tried Joy again?” she asks.

“Still the same.”

Scully closes her eyes and wills calm to embrace her. It’s all right, everything is fine, she can do this. Mulder can do this. She does her best not to see the anxiety behind his eyes. “We need to think of what to do if she doesn’t answer.”

Mulder takes a deep breath. “It’s pretty clear what needs to be done, isn’t it? Either I help you, or we call an ambulance. And since you seem quite against the latter option, I guess it’s you and me, Scully.”

She hums her way through another contraction, shifting position in the pool. “It’s not going to be long, Mulder.”

And it isn’t.

Forty minutes later, the contractions are unrelenting and she’s feeling an intense need to push; Mulder is behind her, hands on her shoulders, his voice in her ear, coaxing, urging, breathing with her.

It’s coming.

She can feel it in her very centre.

She shouts his name, gets up on her knees and holds his arms, vice-like, desperate. He’s still as a rock. She leans forward, presses her forehead to his, breathes his air. “Push, Scully,” he tells her. “Come on, you’re doing this. Push.”

Behind them, the door clicks and in walks Joy, but neither of them notice. With one last, tremendous effort, the baby is born and Scully looks down to see the water blooming pink and twists around. Joy lifts the tiny body from the water and the air is instantly filled with that beautiful sound of a newborn cry. “Here you go, Mama, take your baby.”

Scully brings the squawking, bluish child to her chest and laughs deliriously, her eyes filling with sudden tears. “Oh my God, Mulder, look…”

She looks up at him and the wonder on his face is worth every hardship she’s ever endured. “She’s beautiful,” he whispers. He kisses the top of her head, then with his thumb, strokes the wet, dark hair on the baby’s forehead.

“What you going to call her?” Joy asks from the side-lines.

Their eyes lock. “Ellen,” replies Mulder. “Ellen Margaret.”

“Ellen Margaret Mulder,” Joy repeats. “Born on Labor Day 2018.”

“Kid’s already got a sense of the apt.”

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” explains Joy, reaching into her bag. “I was at the concert on the West Lawn. It was just by chance that I checked my phone and realised I’d put the ringer on silent. What an ass I am!” She stands with hands on hips beside the pool, smiling down at them. “But look at the three of you! What a bit of teamwork! You going to cut the cord, Dad? Then you can hold her if you like, while I sort Mom out.”

Mulder looks at Scully and smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “I’d like that.” She can tell he’s nervous and that he’s thinking back to that time in her apartment all those years ago, when he first held William, only to have to run and leave him mere days later. For his sake, she wants him to hold this child and never have to let go. She wants it too, but for Mulder, even more.

Joy clamps the cord, waits a moment, then instructs him to cut. “There we go,” she says. “Good job, guys. You’re an independent being now, Miss Ellen. You go on to your Daddy now while we get your Mama all cleaned up.”

Leaning down and taking the naked baby, Mulder wraps her in a soft muslin blanket. He cuddles her into his body and Scully thinks that her heart might explode from the look on his face. She’s seen this scene in her head over and over, in a thousand dreams and daytime fantasies. Sometimes the baby is William, other times she’s been unsure whether the baby is even hers. But every time, it’s been the smile on his lips that has remained with her, long after the rest of the vision has gone. And so she watches, and takes it all in… the silence in the room, the tick of the ancient clock in Mulder’s study, the creak of the floors as he waltzes aimlessly about the lounge, the softness of the light and the gentle sounds of a newborn baby, the murmur of his voice as he breathes words of love in her tiny ear, and as she watches, the undimming smile on Mulder’s face.

The End.

#mulder #scully #msr #txf fanfic #msr fic #msr fanfic #txf #season 11 and beyond #my struggle iv

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swervinginfivelanes · 6 years

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I have a bright idea :)

I’ve been feeling so bored in the past few days so I think I'll answer one question every day starting tomorrow

1. Favorite WDW member? 2. Noodles or Watermelon? 3. Corbean or Noodle-head? 4. Favorite Week’s Words mashup? 5. Favorite WDW Song? 6. Least favorite WDW Song? 7. These Girls or Trust Fund Baby? 8. How long have you been a limelight? 9. What was the first music video you ever saw? 10. Favorite music video? 11. Least favorite music video? 12. Favorite ship within the band? 13. When were you the proudest of the boys? 14. Ever seen them live? When/Where? 15. Do you write imagines, fanfictions, etc? 16. Feelings on Corbina? 17. Feelings on Jabbie? 18. Feelings on Jatum? 19. Pro-Daniel’s nose ring or not? 20. Favorite WDW Mom? 21. Favorite WDW Lyric? 22. Favorite Lyric in Hooked? 23. Taking You or Hooked? 24. Corbyn’s laugh or Zach’s rosy cheeks 25. Daniel’s (adorable) tooth gap or Jonah’s height? 26. Daniel’s eyes or Jack’s hair? 27. Would you rather eat watermelon while watching “The Parent Trap” with Daniel or drinking coffee early in the morning and talking about Harry Potter with Jonah? 28. Would you rather talk about space with Corbyn or play video games with Jack? 29. Who would you rather kiss, marry, be besties with, friend-zone or have as a brother? 30. Out of all of their celebrity crushes (Ariana Grande, Camila Cabello, Candice Swanepoel, Dua Lipa, and Selena Gomez), who's your favorite and why? 31. Jabbie or Corbina? 32. Pro-Jack’s hair bun or not? 33. Favorite WDW interview? 34. Favorite characteristic(s) of Corbyn? 35. Favorite characteristic(s) of Daniel? 36. Favorite characteristic(s) of Jack? 37. Favorite characteristic(s) of Jonah? 38. Favorite characteristic(s) of Zach? 39. Favorite Corbyn moment? 40. Favorite Daniel moment? 41. Favorite Jack moment? 42. Favorite Jonah moment? 43. Favorite Zach moment? 44. Favorite picture(s) of the band? 45. Favorite picture(s) of Corbyn? 46. Favorite picture(s) of Daniel? 47. Favorite picture(s) of Jack? 48. Favorite picture(s) of Jonah? 49. Favorite picture(s) of Zach? 50. Favorite WDW blog(s)? 51. Corbyn Besson: science or math? 52. Daniel Seavey: what’s your biggest dream? 53. Jack Avery: curly or straight hair? 54. Jonah Marais: what’s your Starbucks order? 55. Zach Herron: what is your favorite shoe brand? 56. Taking you: what is your dream vacation? 57. Nobody gotta know: have you ever snuck out? 58. Just to see you smile: name 3 things you love about yourself. 59. On my way: do you have a best friend? if so, describe them. 60. Perfect: what’s something you want to change about the world? 61. Free: you would rather be able to fly or be invisible? 62. Something different: are you artsy? if so, in what way? 63. Tell me: what’s your hidden talent? 64. Made for: have you ever had your heart broken? 65. Air of the night: what’s your favorite dance move? 66. Never know: have you ever given up on yourself? 67. Why don’t we just: what’s your favorite part of being a limelight? 68. All my love: what are you looking for in a guy/girl? 69. I depend on you: what’s something you depend on in life? 70. Runner: do you play any sports? 71. We the party: have you ever had a birthday party? if so, what did you do? 72. These girls: have you ever been outside of your country? 73. Invitation: casual or classy? 74. M.I.A: what’s something you wish you would have done? 75. Boomerang: what’s your dream date? 76. Words i didn’t say: what’s something you wish you could tell someone? 77. Turn it off: iPhone or Android? 78. Kiss you this Christmas: what’s your favorite holiday? 79. Hey good lookin: what colors look good on you? 80. You and me at Christmas: Christmas cookies or Christmas movies? 81. Silent night: what’s your bedtime routine? 82. Trust fund baby: do you spend money a lot? 83. Hooked: have you ever loved something and ended up realizing nothing about it was true? 84. Talk: have you ever been in a relationship / friendship that ended up being toxic to you? if so, did you end it or did they?

#why don't we #why don't we ask #daniel seavey #jonah marais #corbyn besson #jack avery #zach herron #zack caspary #august reinhardt #wdw #wdw ask #out of bordem #so many questions #can I even do it?#holy shit

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noodles-send-n00ds · 6 years

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fallen - jonah marais ft. zach herron

pairings: gender neutral!reader x jonah, gender neutral!reader x bestie!zach

warning: there’s a curse word at the bottom

requested by anon: can you do an imagine where zach and his best friend, who is abused, reunite and she ends up falling for jonah

summary: y/n goes to visit zach, their best friend, for a whole summer. y/n didn’t expect to fall for someone so quickly.

a/n: so i didn’t really want to include the abused part and i honestly don’t really have an explanation. but i hope you still enjoy it nonetheless.

not my gif

***

before zach became big and famous, you and zach were attached at the hip. growing up next to each other made it easy for you two to see other and practically spend almost every minute of the day together.

but since he moved away things changed.

you two still kept in contact, of course, but it was different without zach. you entered your junior year alone and with only a couple of friends. they were good friends of yours but nothing was the same without zach.

you two would talk all of lunch and laugh at some stupid things one person said that day or groan over your next big test. you would even manage to text each other from different classes, one of you almost always getting their phone taken away. zach would pass you funny pick up lines and you would always roll your eyes but make some up and send them back.

when he invited you to spend the summer in l.a with him and the boy’s, you were thrilled. you would get to see him for the first time in a little less than a year. you immediately started packing for the couple months you would spend there.

“whoa, why are you packing?” your younger sister asked you.

“i’m going to l.a to be with zach!” you practically screamed into her ear.

“jesus, shut up,” she walked away into her room, going on her phone.

you ignored her and continued to pack practically everything you owned, excitement pumping through your veins. you knew that your mom would be down for it since she loved the herron’s and knew zach would take great care of you l.a.

***

you landed in lax, speed walking to the front entrance to find zach. you just wanted to hug him and feel his warmth since it had been so long since the last time. you saw him standing there in jeans and a loose white t-shirt.

his face lit up when he saw you and you started running towards him. once you made contact, you embraced each other in a big hug. he lifted you off of the ground and spun you around before safely placing you down.

“i missed you so much, y/n,” zach told you as he pulled apart from the hug.

“i missed you too, zachary,” you smiled at him. he grabbed your hand and pulled you out the place where his car was.

“i can’t wait for you to meet the boys! they are going to be ecstatic! i talk about you all the time!” he told you, putting your luggage in the car and you laughed at him.

“i can’t wait either! they’re hot,” you admitted and he glared at you.

“no, nope, nada. you can’t date one,” he said, getting in the car.

“who said i was going to be dating one? it might just be a one night only thing,” you laughed and zach punched you in the arm.

“i hate you.”

“you wish.”

“anyways, what’s going on with becky? did she admit her lip injections yet? what about david? still an airheaded douchebag?” he questioned, asking you about people that attended your school back in texas.

***(another time skip lmao)

you made it to the house that your best friend and his best friends lived in. zach helped you carry in your luggage and you took your time to admire the place he resided in. it was big and beautiful. this was practically the dream home for anyone.

once you got inside, you were immediately welcomed by a group of four boys.

“y/n! we’ve heard so much about you!” one of them said. you assumed it was daniel, based on the pictures zach had shown you of all of them.

“this is jack, corbyn, daniel, and jonah,” zach pointed to all of them.

you weren’t going to lie to yourself; they were all way more attractive in person. they were stunning in the pictures but now that you got a good look at them, you were shocked. one tall boy caught your eye though.

“hi,” was all you could mutter out, instantly embarrassing yourself.

they all laughed and welcomed you into their home and moved out of the way so you could take your stuff up to your room. once you got there, you sat down on the bed and zach sat next to you.

“so what do you think?” he asked you, referring to the four boys downstairs.

“they are amazing,” you looked at him, proud he got so far in his career. “what’s the tall one’s name again?”

“jonah? no, don’t tell m-”

“he’s realllllllly attractive,” you smiled at him.

“y/n y/l/n. i won’t allow it. nope, not on my wa-”

“do you think you could set it up? oh my god, total best friend points to you if you could. wow, do you think it’s a stretch? he’s probably way out of my league,” you cut him off again, all the gears turning in your head.

“you don’t listen to me, do you?”

“nope, not at all.”

the two of you laughed and made your way downstairs to find daniel eating watermelon, the curly haired kid on his phone, corbyn (who you heard loads about because he always teased zach) laughing at someone on the phone, and jonah talking to daniel.

“let’s do something,” zach told them as you two entered the kitchen. jonah smiled at you when you enter the room. you smiled back, blushing a bit.

“like what?” jack asked, waving at you.

“we could go shopping?” daniel suggested. corbyn perked up and quickly wrapped up his conversation on the phone.

“did i hear shopping?” corbyn sang, entering the room.

“i’m brok-”

“shut up, i’ll pay,” zach retorted. you slapped, lightly, signifying that he shouldn’t pay for you.

“so we’re going shopping?” corbyn clarified.

“yes, corbs, we’re going shopping,” jonah told him, rolling his eyes playfully.

“yes!” he yelled running to put his shoes on.

you all laughed at him and quickly moved out the door to make sure corbyn wouldn’t get too impatient. you sat in the backseat next to jonah and zach while daniel drove with jack in the front seat. corbyn was in the very backseat by himself

arriving at the grove was amazing, you saw the people crowding around the fountain. there were pretty lights and gorgeous plants. it wasn’t like the typical indoor shopping centers in texas; it was breathtaking.

“you like it?” jonah asked you, coming up behind you and scaring you a bit.

“oh geez,” you laughed. “yeah, it’s awesome. how is this my first time being here?”

“you should come more often,” he winked at you and a blush made it’s way up to your cheeks.

jonah grabbed your hand and lead you to the different stores he’d thought you’d like, leaving the other boys behind. you two spent the majority of the day together and you enjoyed every second you got to spend with him. he made you so happy.

that’s pretty much how the first months went. you got closer to all the boys and they quickly became your bestest friends but with jonah, it was different. you knew it was more than just a friendship but you were scared to admit it to yourself. you knew you’d have to go home in less than a month and the thought of it made you heartbroken. you’d have to leave them, especially jonah.

so you made it your mission to spend the remaining time you had left with jonah (and the other boys of course), to make it the most memorable summer you’ve ever had.

on one lazy sunday, jonah decided to take you out somewhere. you both entered his car and he drove the two of you somewhere you had yet to know where. the entire drive there, he held your hand and you guys talked about what you’d do when you’d get home. it made sad to think about but you put a smile on your face for him.

you made it to a small hill in beverly hills and you guys climbed your way to the top. jonah had brought a blanket for you to sit on and wait until the sunset came.

“y/n, i have to tell you something,” jonah started, while the sun was slowly beginning to set in front of you. “i know this is horrible timing because you’re leaving in a week but i had to get this off my chest.”

“go on,” you gave him a smile and grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles to reassure him.

“when i first met you, i wasn’t expecting to see such a gorgeous person walk through my front door. i couldn’t stop looking at you and thinking you were the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. but when we spent all day at the grove and i got to know you, it wasn’t about your looks. your bubbly, bright personality saw the best in everyone and everything. your heart is so big and you care for everyone. heck, you washed corbyn’s white shoes when he got a tiny dirt splotch on them. it took you two hours but you were so determined to help him even though he could easily buy a new pair. you make me a better person and oevr the past couple months, i’ve fallen head over heels for you.”

the sun had set and the beautiful reds, oranges, and pinks spread throughout the sky, creating a perfect backdrop for the two of you.

“shit, i can’t top that but i’ve fallen face first for you, jonah marais.”

“is this the part where we kiss?”

“yes, jonah, yes it is.”

the kiss you two shared was filled with passion and desire for one another. you had completely fallen for each other.

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freshwater--mermaid · 6 years

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Ersatz Ch 21: Earthbound

Both Danny and Vlad stood in the small guest bedroom of the Fenton household, the sounds of everyone else having breakfast coming in through the closed door.

Danny raised an eyebrow at the blank-faced man before him, the seconds dragging on in continued silence.

Finally, Vlad blinked, his expression turning into one of disapproval.

"Daniel, I will not be showing up any time you wish just to distract your parents so that you can go into the Ghost Zone alone."

"I didn't say you had to come over all the time! Just visit occasionally, like you do now." Danny argued. "How else am I ever going to discover everything in there? I don't get a lot of opportunities to be in the lab for hours without my parents noticing."

"First, I don't think you fully appreciate just how large the Ghost Zone actually is." Vlad said. "Second, have you forgotten how dangerous I said it was to venture around in there while alone?"

"Oh please, there wasn't a single ghost in sight." Danny replied. "Even that big castle I got to was completely empty."

Vlad sighed. "You're very lucky that whatever creature guarded that territory was not around."

Danny threw his hands into the air in frustration.

"Well how else am I supposed to learn more about the Ghost Zone if I can't explore it?"

Vlad smiled, only adding to Danny's annoyance.

"Now I never said that."

The man's smile grew into a smirk, giving Danny the all-too-familiar feeling that he was being laughed at.

"Don't misunderstand me, Daniel." Vlad continued, ignoring the teen's frown. "I'm very impressed with your initiative. Deciding to map out the Ghost Zone is a smart idea. Doing it alone is the part that I'm in disagreement with."

Vlad walked around Danny, heading toward the door as he spoke.

"And besides, I myself have been charting the ghost zone for years now."

"You what?" Danny couldn't help but raise his voice in surprise.

"But I will be more than happy to go with you when the next opportunity arises." Vlad said, opening the door. "After all, I haven't explored this particular area yet."

With that, the man walked out of the room, leaving Danny with a mix of curiosity and frustration, which had become the norm after their conversations.

Sighing to himself, Danny walked out of the room as well, entering the living room. Vlad had joined with the group in the kitchen, choosing to stand at the counter rather than try to find a place at the over-crowded table. He politely refused Maddie's offer of food.

Danny chose an empty seat crammed between Sam and Jazz. The former was listening to Jack and Tucker discuss one of Jack's inventions, and the latter was trying to ignore everyone as she read from a small book.

"Hi, sweetheart." Maddie greeted her son, retrieving a plate of bacon and eggs. "I saved some breakfast for you. Now eat up quick; you kids will need to leave soon."

Danny glanced down at the plate as it was set before him, pushing it away slightly.

"Not hungry, Mom." he said.

Maddie frowned down at him, but was overtaken by Tucker and Jack, who halted conversation long enough to lunge at Danny's plate, devouring its contents.

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School was mostly a blur, which was nothing new. Danny passed his classes in silent thought, interrupted only twice. Once when Dash 'tripped' while exiting a classroom, causing him to grab Danny's head and slam it hard onto his desk. The second break in Danny's mental wandering came in the form of a text from Vlad during Study Hall.

It read simply: Meet me in your parents' workshop this evening.

Danny knew it could only mean one thing; a trip into the Ghost Zone.

It was honestly exciting, the thought of traversing about with someone who had actual knowledge and experience of the otherworldly realm. Danny spent the remainder of his final class wondering what locations might be nearby that he hadn't discovered yet. It felt so much like something out of one of his favorite sci fi space adventure movies. He wished Tucker had left behind his recording equipment so Danny could film it all.

'Maybe he'll be able to run home and get his things before too much time passes.' he thought, the bell sounding loudly overhead.

Gathering his things, Danny was up and out the door in moments, making it outside to wait on his friends before the first sprinting students burst out the front doors.

After several minutes of waiting impatiently, Tucker and Sam finally appeared amid the crowd of faces. He waved at them, gaining their attention, and they wore relieved expressions as they walked toward him.

"Where were you?" Sam asked.

"Waiting out here." Danny answered, as though it were the most obvious thing.

"You didn't stop by our lockers." Sam continued. "We thought something might have happened."

"Like what?" Danny laughed, leading the way down the sidewalk.

"Hey man, with all the weirdness seeking you out lately, you can't really blame us." Tucker reasoned.

Danny mentally conceded to their point, choosing to change the subject with a question.

"Hey Tuck, d'you think you could bring over your camera and things to my place?"

"Why?" Tucker asked.

"Me and Mr Masters are going through the portal again and I figured you'd want-"

"Woah wait, what?" Sam interrupted. "Danny, I don't think that's a good idea."

Danny sighed audibly, rolling his eyes at his friend.

"Sam, come on, you can't keep assuming he's bad news."

"I just don't think it's smart to go wandering the Ghost Zone with that guy."

"As apposed to wandering it by myself. Yeah, much safer."

Sam frowned heavily at him, crossing her arms defensively.

"Well either way," she said, "We already made plans for this afternoon, remember?"

Danny's expression blanked out, his mind casting about for the answer, and coming up dry.

Now it was Sam's turn to sigh harshly. "Our Halloween project? The little fruit jack o' lanterns? Any of this ringing a bell?"

Danny's eyes widened "Oh! I…forgot."

The three shared an awkward silence as they continued walking, the turn toward Sam's street approaching. Finally, as they reached the end of the block, Sam spoke up.

"Just head home, Danny." she said. "Me and Tucker have this. It's just carving up fruit."

Danny gave her a smile before running quickly across the crosswalk before its light changed, waving his goodbye over his shoulder.

"Be careful!" Sam called after him.

She shared a quick glance with Tucker before the two turned and continued down their own path.

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Danny walked down to the lab, bracing himself to once again see the ghost woman laid out on the table, or something equally unsettling. Instead, he saw only Vlad, reading through notes at his mother's desk.

"Where's my mom and dad?" Danny asked as he stepped fully into the room. "I thought they were taking a break from ghost hunting nights to work on upgrading their weapons?"

"They are." Vlad answered, not looking up. "And it's very interesting what information they've gathered just from the few encounters they've had recently. And of course, their study of subject o-one has been a great benefit."

"O-what?" Danny asked.

"O-one. The name they've given to their one and only captive ghost." Vlad elaborated, looking up at the teen. "I was told that they have you to thank for her capture."

Danny wasn't sure how to react to that statement, and so settled for looking down at his mother's notes and blueprints.

"Why are you going through her research?"

"To get a better idea of how these new weapons they're creating will operate. You should do the same whenever you can."

Vlad set the notebook down upon the table, once again looking at Danny.

"I do think you're squandering a great opportunity, Daniel. As I've said before, having access to this lab and all of its contents, as well as your parents' knowledge, is something that could only benefit you."

Danny walked away from the man, toward the closed portal.

"As much as I love standing around getting lectured, I think we should get moving before my parents come back from wherever you sent them."

"No need to worry about that." Vlad smiled, pulling back a sleeve to glance down at his watch. "By my estimation, we should have a little less than fourteen hours before your parents are awake enough to notice our absence."

"Awake enough?"

"A simple sedative, as before. Nothing to fret over."

Danny wanted to be mad about Vlad once again drugging his parents, but found that it wasn't that much of a bother. It wasn't as if the extra sleep would hurt them, after all.

With that affirming thought, Danny pushed the activation button, watching the portal doors slide open. The white room became awash in a green glow, Danny and Vlad casting pale shadows as they stood before the portal.

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Sam removed the basket of various fruits from a kitchen cabinet, setting it on the counter before turning to Tucker.

"Alright, which one do you want to carve up first?" she asked.

"The orange." he replied. "I could use a snack."

"You can't peel it, Tuck." Sam replied.

"I can scoop its insides out and eat it that way." the boy smiled at his own logic.

Sam shrugged, opening a drawer filled with knives of different sizes.

"Okay," she continued. "Pick your weapon."

Tucker deliberated momentarily, before grinning and pulling out the largest knife in the drawer.

"You can't carve an orange with that." Sam smiled, taking the knife and giving him one that was notably smaller.

"Not with that attitude. Where's your Halloween spirit?" Tucker joked, looking over his orange and thinking of where to start.

Sam set her own knife on the countertop, closing the drawer and selecting a tiny watermelon from the basket. It took her longer than Tucker to cut open the top. When she finally had it removed, she took a spoon and began scooping out the pale red insides, dropping them onto a plate.

"You gonna eat that?" Tucker spoke through a mouthful of orange mush, gesturing at the plate.

"Help yourself." Sam rolled her eyes with a smile.

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"So there's really nothing worth it behind any of these doors?" Danny said, disappointment clear in his voice as he looked around at them all.

"I assure you, my boy, nothing of any real interest lies beyond any of these doors." Vlad assured, gesturing for Danny to follow him as they continued away from the Fenton Works island.

"They are home to ghosts too weak to conjure anything more than a room or two from faded memories. In fact, anything that you take from these rooms would simply dissolve into pure ectoplasm in minutes."

Any further questions Danny had were halted as Vlad pointed ahead.

"I believe that's the castle you visited before?"

"That's the one." Danny confirmed. "Don't get excited, though. It's a lot farther away than it looks."

"Then we'd better pick up the pace." Vlad said, rocketing away in almost the blink of an eye.

Danny started in surprise before taking off at full speed. He caught up to Vlad in seconds, the elder of the two remaining several feet ahead.

After continuing on this way for a while, Danny cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted.

"Hey, slow down!"

Vlad instantly halted flight, and Danny dove to the side. His leg still clipped Vlad's side, and he was sent spinning. Vlad quickly grabbed him by the arm, and Danny held his eyes shut and waited for the dizziness to pass. He grimaced at the pain in his leg and arm.

"I said slow down, not stop." he griped. "And how can you go that fast for so long, anyway?"

"It all comes from practice, Daniel." Vlad answered, keeping his grip on the boy and continuing forward at a slower rate.

Danny soon stopped seeing stars, and pulled his arm away. He was glad to see that they were almost at their destination.

"So how many years did it take to get as fast as you are?" he asked.

"Not too many." Vlad answered over his shoulder. "About ten, I'd say."

Danny groaned, his shoulder slumping down.

"Man, it's gonna take forever before I can do anything as good as you can!"

"You'll soon find that time holds little weight." Vlad said. "The years begin to feel like weeks."

"Wow, really?" Danny asked. "So…it doesn't feel like that long ago since you died?"

"At times it feels like only yesterday."

Vlad then held up a hand, bringing both the flight and the conversation to an end. They were still many yards away from the castle walls. Danny looked at it for a moment before glancing toward Vlad, surprised by the intense look on the man's face.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Vlad didn't answer, but instead became tense, looking around with a hard expression before his gaze fell on Danny.

"Do not go near this area again."

With those short words, he turned left and began flying away. Danny looked back at the castle before catching up with the elder ghost.

"So, let me guess," he began, keeping abreast with Vlad thanks to the slow pace. "You're not going to tell me what spooked you about that place, you're just gonna expect me to follow your every word."

"I told you that I have spent years charting every location in this realm, remember?"

"Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?"

"I haven't told you this yet, but your little island occupies a far corner of the Ghost Zone." Vlad said, searching the landscape as he spoke. "That is why you see so little activity where you are, and why everything is so far away."

Danny thought for a moment, taking in the information.

"So, in terms of ghost realty, I got placed in the countryside of the Ghost Zone? And there are, like, ghost cities packed with wall to wall ghosts and their homes?"

"Yes," Vlad answered. "I'm not sure what causes certain territories to manifest where they do. It seems to be entirely random, and in your case bad luck."

"Bad luck?" Danny questioned. "Yeah, I guess. Living around other ghosts would be cooler than being in the middle of nowhere."

"Actually, that works to your advantage." Vlad countered. "Being so isolated means that the more intelligent spirits are less likely to find your home. If you lived among them, you would likely be fighting them from your territory often. What I meant by bad luck is the fact that you live so near to that fortress."

"The castle? I wouldn't exactly call it near."

Vlad frowned at the teen. "I meant my earlier words, Daniel. Do not go to that place anymore."

"Then tell me what's so bad about it!" Danny exclaimed, throwing his hands out in frustration.

"It belongs to a very powerful and very malevolent creature." Vlad replied. "Let's be thankful that you didn't wake it when you first stumbled around inside its lair."

"So its asleep?"

"In a sense, yes. Now come on, I see something ahead."

Vlad flew forward, staying in front as he led the way toward another building.

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"Now hold it still for a few seconds." Sam instructed.

"I know how glue works."Tucker replied dryly, but with a smile. He had to admit internally that this was turning out to be more fun than he had originally thought when he'd suggested the idea.

Sam lightly hit him over the arm for his quip, causing him to lean away from her.

"Hey! Watch the glue, Sam." he said mockingly.

"How about I just glue your mouth shut and give myself some peace and quiet." Sam shot back with a grin.

"I'd like to see you try."

Sam gave him a threatening smile for his bold words, waving the glue around before using it for one of her own tiny jack o' lanterns. She hoped that she would be able to clean all the glue off of the fancy platter once Halloween was over. If her parents found out she was using it for the display, she'd be grounded. But she decided to worry about those details later.

"This is starting to look really good." she said, looking at the little pineapple and squash that were already set in place. "It really was a great idea, Tuck."

"I'm a genius, I know." Tucker smiled, before certain thoughts has his bright expression falling.

"You think Danny's okay?" he asked after a brief silence.

Sam's face also dimmed, her eyes remaining on the platter.

"Yeah, he'll be okay." she said.

Another silence followed, both friends' concern mixing in the air between them. Finally, Sam broke through it with a smile, looking at Tucker.

"Either way, he's missing out on a great time. This is a lot of fun."

Tucker returned her smile, gluing the final piece onto the display. They both gazed at it proudly.

"Hey, wanna make some popcorn and watch that new horror flick?" the boy asked.

"Night of the Shewolf? You've seen it like ten times already." Sam replied.

"Yeah, but werewolf ladies, Sam." Tucker argued, his voice becoming dreamy.

"You've got some messed up taste, Tuck." Sam said, shaking her head.

"So is that a yes?"

"It's a yes. I'll start the popcorn."

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The building before them was tall and square, with a flat roof and little windows set in perfect rows all around. It reminded Danny of the old abandoned buildings in downtown.

"Be careful." Vlad cautioned in a quiet voice, slowly approaching the double doors at the front of the floating building.

"Why are we going in?" Danny asked. "I thought you wanted me to avoid these places."

"Creating an accurate map of this area requires knowing what kind of spirit lives in each territory. Now, keep behind me." Vlad answered.

Reaching a hand out, he slowly pushed open one of the doors, its hinges screeching out loudly, as though they hadn't been disturbed in decades. Danny peered over Vlad's shoulder as the man gazed cautiously around inside, both of them trying to see through the thick darkness.

A scraping noise caused Danny to jump, and Vlad fired a single shot of ectoplasm into the shadows. The pink glow cast a pale light from where it stuck to a far wall, and the two were able to distinguish the figures of old wooden boxes and crates. They sat stacked in neat rows, as if they were a library. Some of them wore labels with no words printed upon them.

The sound was heard again, and this time they could see the cause. A single, small box shuffled only a few centimeters out from behind a distant row, as though it were trying to peer around the corner at them.

Vlad held up his hand once more, liquid ectoplasm churning in his palm.

"Wait, don't!" Danny exclaimed, grabbing onto Vlad's arm. "We can't just go around blasting ghosts that haven't done anything. It's probably just some ghost of a rat or something."

"Here now, I am no mere rat!" cried a voice from within the room.

The box from before opened up, a blue glow coming from within. The glow then shot up into the air, quickly taking form. In moments the figure of a short, fat man hovered in the centre of the room, arms crossed and looking down at the pair with an indignant glare.

"I am not some filthy rodent; it is I, the great and powerful Box Ghost!" he gestured widely as he spoke. "Why have you awoken me from my slumber?"

Danny couldn't help but chuckle at the strange spirit's antics. His clothes and accent made the teen guess he was from the forties, but the way he spoke so dramatically reminded Danny of a high school kid trying to quote Shakespeare.

Vlad also seemed rather unimpressed, holding the unspent energy in his hand still and raising an eyebrow at the ghost's theatrics.

As silence dragged on, the self-proclaimed Box Ghost slowly fell out of his dramatic pose, looking down on the intruders with confusion.

"Why do you not tremble in fear at the sight of the mighty Box Ghost!" he demanded.

"Because you're anything but scary, dude." Danny said with a shrug.

The teen was honestly relieved that at least one of his distant neighbors wasn't a monstrous creature to be avoided.

"How dare you slander me!" the Box Ghost cried, rising higher into the air.

Vlad didn't wait to hear the rest of the speech that was obviously about to come. Instead, he sent out the gathered energy in his hand, sending it out in a sweeping gesture. It collided with the Box Ghost and sent him crashing into the far wall. The pink liquid stuck around his middle, pinning his arms and holding him against the wall. The short ghost struggled against his bonds, but the ectoplam held strong.

"Now that that is over with, let's move on." he said, straightening his shirt with a sigh before turning and exiting the building.

Danny watched the ghost continue to struggle and mumble curses and threats, before he turned and followed after Vlad.

"Uh, is he going to be able to get out eventually?" Danny asked as they flew onward.

"He will." Vlad answered, a self-satisfied smile curving across his face. "Eventually."

"I'm going to mark that location as an 'avoid at all costs'." the man added after a moment, annoyance painted clearly in his tone, earning a grin from Danny.

The boy began looking around, wondering what other strange locations and bizarre inhabitants they would come upon in the hours to come. Suddenly fourteen hours felt like far too little time, and Danny wished there was some way to remain in this realm for as long as he wished. He wanted to explore every corner.

#ersatz au #danny phantom #vlad masters #ghost zone #danny fenton #vlad being a mentor #sam and tucker bonding #both those dynamics are a lot of fun to write

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munchyn · 5 years

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Blue Eyes| Daniel x Reader Chapter 13- Suspense

A/N: Doesn't Daniel look adorable in this picture. I just want to hug him. Sweet boi.

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Corbyn POV

"Daniel?" I ask as I open the door. "Are you okay?" I heard a muffled reply come from under a pillow.

"I hate myself," he says, more clearly now. "I feel so stupid." I sat on his bed as I pulled the pillow away from him. "She probably doesn't even want this. I embarrassed her in front of the whole fandom."

"Don't think like that Daniel," I said. I rubbed my hand up and down his back. "Don't worry. She just said she needed time."

[One week later]

Y/n POV

I opened up my chat with Y/f/n on my phone.

Y: Hi Y/f/n

F: Finally! How's LA?

Y: LA's great Did you see the What Am I premiere?

F: OMG YEAH!!! I DID! Did you say yes?

Y: No

F: WHAT!?! YOU SAID NO?!

Y: No

F: okay, now I'm just confused

Y: I need your advice. I feel like it's not been long enough.

F: SAY YES YOU SHIT HEAD!!! IT'S BEEN LIKE, WHAT? FOUR MONTHS?!? Go to his house, get in there. Talk with him in person and say yes!

Y: Thank you Y/f/n

I turned my phone off and sighed. Then I got another text from Y/f/n.

F: By the way... Half of the limelights are either in Daniels lane or ship you with him. Either way, the whole fandom is dying.

I smiled as I read her text. Finally. A laugh after what happened last week. I laid back on the bed. First thing tomorrow, I was going to see Daniel.

[Next morning]

I woke up and got dressed. I put on my tattered jeans and a black tank top. Over that I put a hoodie with a banana drawn on the front. I put on my Nike airs. I grabbed my phone and earphones before going downstairs.

"Good morning A/n," I say as I grab an apple to eat on the way to the boys' house. "I'm gonna go out." My aunt waved me goodbye as I walked out the door and down the street. On my way to Daniel I stopped at Starbucks, getting a mango passion tea with whipped cream.

"Hello Mateo," I greet my latino friend. "How are you doing?" He told me he'd seen the What Am I premiere. Somehow, the whole world had seen the premiere. Talk about pressure. "Oh, uh," I said. "I'm actually on my way to see Daniel."

"I trust you will make the right choices Y/n," he says. Then he leans over the counter to whisper in my ear, "I do ship you two though." He leaned back with a smile. "No pressure."

I payed him and then went on my way to Why Don't We's house. I felt my heart rate increase as I got closer and closer. How was I supposed to say this? We hadn't talked to each other in a week. I was now standing at the door. I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to welcome me in.

When I was about to ring again, the door opened. There I saw Corbyn. His hair was messy and he was wearing a fluffy robe looking jacket. His brows furrowed as he looked down at me. "Y/n?" I looked down in shame. They all probably hated me right now.

"Hi Corbyn," I said barely above a whisper. I looked up to see him. "Could I see Daniel?" His eyes widened in realization and he quickly nodded.

"Yeah sure," he said giving me space to walk in. "Come in." I walked in and looked around. It was a big house. Before Corbyn could tell me anything else, I felt something tackling me in a hug. When they pulled away I saw the youngest band member. His smile was wide and his cheeks rosy as ever.

"Y/n! It's been such a long time," he said excited. I heard Corbyn mumble something under his breath as he walked to some other place in the house. When he saw how serious I looked, he finally realized what was going on. "Ohh, you're here to see Daniel." I nodded with a small smile.

He took me into the living room. Where both Jonah and Jack were sitting on the couch. "I swear he was here a moment ago."

I stood there awkwardly until Jonah waved at me hello. Easing up my anxiety a bit. I smiled at him. Hopefully he knew how hard this decision was for me. Especially when I had told him how terrified I was of loving someone.

I shifted my weight from foot to foot. I stayed there standing until I head footsteps from upstairs. I turned to see Daniel. "Hi," I said shyly. "How are you?" Daniel just made a gesture for me to follow him upstairs. I did as he wished and went up the stairs. When I walked into his room I was shocked to see how neet it was. I don't know why, but I never took Daniel as an organised person.

When we were both alone in his room he shut the door and hugged me. He hugged me tight lik he would die if he wasn't with me. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. He wrapped my legs around his waist like I was a koala. He moved towards the bed and laid us both down. Hugged him tightly, not realizing how much I'd missed him in just one week.

Missed the feel of his hair brushing agains the skin of my neck. The intensity of his blue eyes, the way he could be so shy and so gorgeous at the same time. I missed him so much it hurt. And it had only been a week.

"Daniel I-" I started but was cut off by Daniels lips on mine. My eyes flew wide in surprise. In a matter of milliseconds I responded by kissing back softly. I took deep breaths when he pulled away. "Daniel, I'm so sorry I did this to you."

"It's okay Y/n," tries to reassure me.

"No," I say. "I ignored you for a whole week. I treated you like shit. Someone doesn't just do that to someone who just asked them to be their girlfriend. I need to say sorry because it will keep making that painful hole in my stomach deeper and deeper. I can't bear to keep living knowing I have hurt you." I was running out of breath. "I'm here to tell you that I would gladly be your girlfriend. And that I was a jerk for not saying yes right away."

I took deep breaths. Daniels face was blank for a moment and my heart dropped. Did he not want me anymore? Then a huge smile broke out on his face. He buried his head into the crook of my neck. He's so warm.

I felt him pepper kisses along my neck, causing me to giggle. I ran my fingers along his hair, pulling him away from my neck. I looked at him with the most serious face I could muster. "That tickles Apple."

Daniel smirked evily. "Did you just call me apple?" he said, mocking me when I teased him about calling me watermelon. I rolled my eyes.

"I meant it as in the Apple of my Eye, but whatever," I say with a huff.

"Whatever you say baby girl," he says and pulls me impossibly closer to him. "Watermelon."

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A/N: WOE TWO CHAPTERS IN A DAY! IS THIS THE ACOPALYPSE?

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