#boyfriend corbyn besson

[upindreamland]

Do you know her? - Corbyn Besson

Corbyn Besson x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) text imagine

Summary: Pranking your boyfriend with the female version of himself

Warnings: none (let me know though)

AN: I hope you enjoy.

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AN: That's it. I hope you enjoyed. Come talk to me or request anything you'll like.

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[writingwithciara]

Can’t Keep Fixing You ~Corbyn Besson~

summary:  every time her boyfriend hurts her in any way, y/n runs to corbyn, hoping he'll fix her over and over again. the day's going to come when corbyn has had enough of it.

word count: 2k

pairing: corbyn besson x reader

warnings: heartbreak, angst

a/n: listened to ‘hard’ by why dont we & came up with this.

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“You’re going to get hurt again but you’re still gonna run back to him anyway, I just know it.”

Those were the words that were repeating in y/n's head as she waited for her boyfriend to come pick her up. She had been waiting for an hour before he finally arrived.

“Sorry babe. Traffic sucks.” He apologized as he pulled up. He didn’t even open the door for her like he usually does. Y/n got in and looked at him.

“Where are we going tonight?”

“It’s a surprise." he looked in his rearview mirror and backed out of her driveway. Y/n played with the clasp on her bag as she waiter anxiously for Damon to reach the surprise location. The only thing she knew about where there were going was that it was supposed to be fancy, since he told her to dress up.

It was their 3rd anniversary together so she was hoping tonight would be THE night.

It was not.

Corbyn sat at home, waiting for the inevitable ringing of his phone. He knew y/n would be out with Damon tonight and whenever they went out in public, he would find some way to hurt y/n. Their date nights always ended with her running to Corbyn, tired and broken, and he would always put her back together.

It killed him to watch her leave whenever he fixed her because he didn't like to see her repeat the same habits all over again. He was in love with her but there was nothing he could do to convince her to leave Damon.

As he waited, he went through their photos and videos together. His absolute favorite photo was one that Jonah had taken of her. She was gazing at a large, open field of sunflowers. They were her favorite and the smile that adorned her face was the brightest thing in Corbyn's life. He missed seeing it.

Around 9:30, his phone began to ring. He didn't even have to check the caller ID to know it was y/n. The ringtone was all he needed to hear.

"Where are you tonight?" he sighed. He could hear y/n take a deep breath on the other end before she spoke.

"Montclaire's. The one downtown." y/n sniffled. Corbyn grabbed his keys and got in the car.

"Go inside, where it's safe, and stay there. I'll be there in 10 minutes." he pulled out of the driveway and headed downtown. He knew he shouldn't keep rescuing her but it was a pact they had made over 7 years ago. They would always be there to fix the other if their heart was broken. Unfortunately for Corbyn, his heart was breaking and he couldn't let her know.

When he pulled up to the restaurant, y/n stood up off the curb and Corbyn got out to open the door for her.

"I told you to go inside where it was safe." he sighed and shut her door, climbing back into the driver's seat and heading far away from the fancy dining establishment.

"I know. But Damon was still inside and I didn't want to see his stupid face again." she grabbed a tissue from the glove box and wiped underneath her eyes. "Thank you for coming to get me, even though you hate doing it."

"I don't hate it. I just want you to be safe." he kept his eyes on the road but he could feel her eyes burning a hole in the side of his head.

"I know." she sighed. "I'm lucky to have you."

Their conversation ended there and Corbyn pulled up to his house, knowing it was where she wanted to go. They both climbed out of the car and went inside. Corbyn grabbed her favorite hoodie and a change of clothes from his room before meeting her in the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get a bath set up for you, alright?"

"Okay. Thank you." she looked through his fridge for the drinks she kept hidden from the other boys. When she found one, she chugged it quicker than it took her to open the bottle. Corbyn returned a few minutes later to inform her that her bath was ready. Y/n disappeared in the bathroom, leaving Corbyn alone for the next hour.

It wasn't long before Jack was walking through the door. He saw Corbyn and raised and eyebrow at his disheveled look.

"Y/n?"

"Mhm." Corbyn had his eyes closed and he felt the couch sink next to him. "She's in the bath right now."

"Bro, how much longer are you going to keep fixing her? Can't you just tell her how you feel about all of this? It's obviously hurting you & I don't like seeing my best friend go through the same heartbreak as the girl he loves. You two deserve so much better than what you have."

"Don't you think I know that she deserves better? God, she is the greatest person I know. An angel in the best possible way. But I can't help it if she loves Damon."

"He doesn't deserve her love. Not after the way he's been treating her."

"I know that. And part of me likes to believe that she knows it too. She's just too stubborn to leave him because she thinks she doesn't deserve better." Corbyn opened his eyes and looked at his best friend. "I love her so freaking much, Jack. I hate this feeling."

"I know, Corbyn. I know."

Corbyn got up and went to lay down in his room. He thought that counting the sounds his clock made would help him fall asleep so he could forget about today, but he was wrong.

About half an hour later, his bedroom door opened and he didn't even have to look up to know it was y/n. She slowly made her way to his bed and laid with him.

"How was your bath?"

"It was relaxing. Thank you."

"No problem." he paused. "Are you really done with Damon this time or are you going to run right back to him as soon as he apologizes?"

"He already apologized. Called me while I was in the bath." she took a breath. "Told him I really had to think about this one, but I probably won't go back this time."

"Good. He doesn't deserve your love if he's going to hurt you every other damn day." Corbyn turned his head to look at her. She was staring at the ceiling. "But we both know you're going to go run back to him and then the cycle is going to repeat next week."

"I can't help that I love him. He's all I got."

"That's bull & you know it. You got me."

"I meant romantically. Romantically, he's all I got. I don't have much options, Corbyn."

Corbyn didn't respond with words. He just shook his head and laughed dryly. This caused y/n to sit up straight.

"You act like I have other options!" y/n began to raise her voice.

"If you actually took the time to realize how amazing you are, you'd see that there is always more options. Some may even be close by." Corbyn sat up too.

"I'm not attractive. I'm really lucky that Damon has stayed with me this long."

"Dude, stop putting yourself down. You are so beyond beautiful. And if you don't believe me, ask Jack or any one of the guys. They'll all tell you the same thing."

"Oh yeah, I'm so sure they will." y/n climbed off the bed and began pacing. "Why are you even more concerned about tonight than you've ever been?"

"Did you ever stop to think that I'm always trying to mend your broken heart because I love you? It kills me to help you and every single time I do, I hope thay maybe you'll realize just how in love with you I am and that you'll finally leave Damon for good. But I'm sick and tired of fixing you, only for you to keep repeating the cycle every damn week." Corbyn sighed. "I can not keep fixing you, y/n. It hurts too much."

Y/n quickly went to the bedroom door and opened it. She locked eyes with Corbyn but quickly looked away.

"Where are you going?"

"When you start making sense again, I'll come back. But for now, I'm gonna go sleep on the couch."

The rest of the night was quiet. Corbyn didn't sleep at all so he was wide awake when he heard y/n leave. Maybe confessing his love wasn't the greatest thing.

"Good morning, Corbyn." Jack greeted his roommate cheerfully but earned a groan is response. "Well, technically, it's afternoon now. So, good afternoon."

"Jack, I think I fucked up last night."

"What did you do?"

"I told y/n that I was in love with her and that I couldn't keep fixing her, just so we both can get hurt."

"And what did she say?"

"She said I wasn't making any sense and that she was going to sleep on the couch. I stayed awake all night, trying to convince myself to go out and talk to her but I couldn't do it. I was awake when she left this morning. It was really early too." Corbyn sighed. "She hates me."

"She doesnt hate you."

"She definitely hates me." he shook his head and drank his coffee. "I need to see her."

"Call her. Maybe she's just at home & maybe she didn't go to Damon's, like I know you're thinking."

"No. I gotta go see her. I can't call. What I gotta say has to be said in person." he quickly stood up. "It's too personal and emotional."

"Well, then go get her buddy." Jack patted his friends on the back and retreated to his bedroom with his coffee. Corbyn grabbed his keys and when he opened the front door, y/n had her fist raised and was ready to knock.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" Corbyn looked down at her. "Shouldn't you be with Damon?"

"Actually, I just got back from his place. We, uh, broke up."

"Did you actually break up or are you gonna end up running back, like you're so used to doing?"

"Well, I broke up with him so I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna run back to him." she looked down at her feet. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah. You know you don't have to ask." Corbyn let y/n in and followed her to the kitchen. "Have a seat. I can make some lunch."

"I don't really feel like eating. Can we just sit and talk?"

"For sure. Yeah." he sat at the counter with her and sighed. "I am so sorry for what I said last night."

"Why? You didn't say anything wrong."

"Yes I did. I told you I loved you, told you I couldn't keep fixing your broken heart and then you said I didn't make sense and you proceeded to sleep on the couch. I was stupid for ever bringing any of that up."

"I didn't get any sleep."

"Come again?" his attention was on her again.

"I stayed up all night trying to process what you said and I came to the conclusion that I had to breakup with Damon once and for all. It's just not right to keep dating a guy who keeps hurting me when I'm so much more loved by the greatest human being ever. The same guy who I coincidentally have been in love with for the last 6 years."

"I really hope you're talking about me." Corbyn smiled and held out his hand, the smile only growing bigger at the sight of y/n's smile and the feeling of her hand being placed in his.

"Of course I'm talking about you, Corbyn. I'd be an idiot not to love you. And I'm sorry it took me so long to actually realize the truth."

"You don't have to be sorry. I should've said something before you met Damon. We could've been so happy together."

"Dude, we're 23 years old. We've got the rest of our lives to be happy together."

"Okay, yeah. I'm okay with that." Corbyn smiled and kissed y/n's knuckles. "You and me forever, huh? I really like the sound of that."

"Yeah, me too." she looked into his eyes and held his gaze. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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[vex91]

Song of the day: 02/07/2024

MY BOYFRIEND ATE!!!

#vex talks #song of the day #Spotify

[multifandomworldsposts]

The Kidnapper PT. 1

A/N: I’ve been actually been wanting to do this for a while now. I hope you guys enjoy this series. 

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader 

Charaters: 

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

Y/N as Madison Hart (17 y/o)

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

Warning: Swearing & Child Abduction.

May 10th 2019 08:30 am

Madison’s POV

“Wake up kid!” Michael shacks me to wake up. “I’m up Mike, I’m up!” I get up out of bed and got ready for the day. Today is my dance rehearsal I’m so excited because I have a solo and it’s my first solo ever in my life! I see Mike, my brother with one of friends, aka, his buddy Christopher waiting for me. “You ready for today?” Christopher says. “I know she’s ready, she’s been practicing for like what, 3 weeks?” Michael sarcastically says. “It’s been 4 months Mike.” “I was close!” “Not even close Michael.” Chris walks downstairs, Michael and I walk downstairs to see a huge healthy breakfast with Ally, Markson, and James sitting at our table. “Are you excited about you solo Maddie!” Ally comes up to me happily. “Yeah but, the recital is tomorrow.” “We’re going to see you dance today.” Mark says. I start smiling, I’m so excited for them to see me dance! “Now, let’s eat these eggs okay.” Melissa says.

SKY HIGH SCHOOL 10:30 AM

“We’ll be in the theater okay?” Jefferson says. “Okay dad! I know, I might see you guys.” I said. “Good luck Hon.” Markson says giving me a peck on my left cheek. My friends, brother, boyfriend, mom, and dad hugged me and my teacher leads me to backstage and I got my costumes including my solo costume and it’s so beautiful.

‘Act number 27 this is, Madison Hart performing: I Found.

60 NUMBERS LATER

I go up to my friends and parents and all I heard is “You did so good!” from everyone. “Thank you.” “You did amazing sweetheart.” My dad says giving a peck on my left cheek. “Can I steal her for a second?” Markson approaches next to my dad. My dad nods and goes to my mom. “I have a surprise for you.” “Really?” “Follow me.” Markson grabs my hand and guides me to a classroom, the classroom where we met. It’s all decorated in fairy lights. “What’s all this?” I walk to Mark. “Well, you know that’s it’s almost our 4th anniversary of dating.” I nod and smile. “And, I wanted to do something special.” “I think you’re the most sweetest man I’ve ever met in my life and all this is so sweet baby.” Mark smiles and kisses me on the lips, I kiss back. Mark tries to leave but I stop him by grabbing him left arm and saying, “Where are you going?” “Getting something I bought for you Mads.” Markson leaves me by myself. I walk around to see the fairy lights and see pictures of us together. I walk to the classroom closet and see a picture of us at our sophomore homecoming. I look around the room and I feel hands grabbing me in the closet, I start to scream and feels a hand on my mouth and hear, “If I were you, don’t scream.” I whimper.

TO BE CONTINUED….

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[avalentina]

Mr. Seavey

A Daniel Seavey OneShot

The guys and I are walking back from Chipotle, out of nowhere a car speeds right through a red light. That was the last time I saw him alive.

"Daniel, look out!" I heard Jonah yell, before shoving me out of the way. -SLAM-

I ran over to his still body, shaking him to wake him up. The other guys pulled me off of him when the ambulance got there and I watched as they wrapped my best friend's body in a black tarp.

-the previous night-

"Group Huddle guys!" Zach yelled.

5 minutes later we ran on stage and killed it. One of our best shows yet.

It was also the last time I ever sang.

-2 Years later-

(Madison's POV)

"Good Morning Mr. Seavey! Your old bandmates are going for drinks tonight and are requesting your presence, should I add it to the calendar?"

"No, thank you Madison. Is Sofie here yet?" He asked.

"Waiting in conference room 3 sir." I answered. Mr. Seavey turned and left his office.

"Do you want me to take notes today sir?" I asked. He shook his head so I headed back to my desk.

"Whatcha writing Maddie?"

"My will Brayden, I'm writing my will." I answered. "Do you think he would mind if I asked him to pay off my student loans?" Brayden laughed.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Brayden asked.

"I'll be ready at 7." I responded and Brayden headed towards the editing bay.

"It's just a casual dinner enjoyed by two very good friends," I reminded myself. "Brayden is not boyfriend material, he's just funny, nice, and super attractive."

"Madison!" Mr. Seavey yelled from his office. I rushed in.

"Yes Mr. Seavey?"

"Why do I have 20 text messages from a certain Zach Herron asking me if I'm coming out with them tonight? He stated sharply.

"I'll call him right away sir." I replied.

"Don't bother," he continued. "Apparently they have a new artist in tow, which means I have to go." He finished. I had just turned to leave when he said something else.

"Be ready at 6 sharp, and wear something nice."

"What for?" I asked.

"Those idiots are insisting that you come too." He said and then went back to his computer.

On my way out of the office I apologized to Brayden.

-5:20 PM-

I'm digging through my closet while on video call with my best friend Esther.

"STOP! That one is perfect!" She yelled. I pulled out the dress she was pointing at. It was a burgundy form fitting dress with ripples just above the left hip. I slipped it on and looked in the mirror.

"Seriously Ess how are you this good??" I said while stepping into my formal black heels. "And when are you getting back from Minnesota?"

"I learned from a pro, and tomorrow!" She stated. There was a knock on the door.

At the door was Mr. Seavey's driver. I sent him back downstairs and touched up my makeup before heading down myself.

He opened the car door for me and I slid in next to Mr. Seavey.

After a dead silent 20 minute car ride we pull up outside Skylight Gardens. I closely followed Mr. Seavey into the restaurant. He pulled my chair out for me and I thanked him.

"Where is this new artist?" He asked the group. I slipped the notepad out of my purse and opened it ready to take notes.

"Daniel, you haven't been anywhere other than the office and your house for over 2 years." One of the guys who I recognized as Corbyn Besson had said.

"Bro, you haven't even looked at a girl in a you know what kind of way, since Jonah died." Zach added. I noticed Mr. Seavey's face turning red and tried to interrupt.

"When was the last time you saw that therapist, man? Mr. Avery continued.

"What the hell is this?" Mr. Seavey announced. I decided that now was a good time to excuse myself.

"I'll give you a minute." I stated and walked quickly off to the lady's room.

-Daniel's POV-

"Dude, just admit it!" Zach said excitedly.

"Admit what?" I answered.

"That you actually have romantic feelings towards a girl for the first time in over 3 freaking years." Jack finished.

"I do not have romantic feelings for Madison, you idiots." I responded. The boys high fived each other and I rolled my eyes before glaring at all of them. At that moment Madison had come back.

-2 weeks later-

-Madison's POV-

It has been 2 weeks since the awkward dinner and it was also 1 week before the launch of Sofie's new album. Her team was pulling late nights at the office and that included both Mr. Seavey and myself.

3 days before launch it was 1 am when I was leaving and I went to say goodnight to Mr. Seavey. He looked up from his laptop as I entered and his hair was messed up, his suit coat was unbuttoned and he had an extra button on his shirt open. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"Goodnight Madison." Mr. Seavey said in a soft voice that I had not heard before.

"Goodnight Mr. Seavey," I replied and then left his office.

It was the night of the launch and everyone including Mr. Seavey was up on the roof celebrating. I noticed him head back downstairs and followed.

-Daniel's POV-

I was opening my laptop to track the release numbers when Madison entered my office. I don't know what it was about her tonight, but I wanted so badly to kiss her. She pulled a chair around behind my desk like usual on a launch night and we would discuss the results and make preliminary plans for future projects.

When I turned to make sure she was ready for notes I found myself staring into her eyes and I went for it.

Our lips connected in a soft kiss that made all of my stress melt away.

Madison's POV:

"OMG I am kissing my boss, this is so wrong, oh who am I kidding this is the best moment of my life."

-The next afternoon-

I open my eyes and realize I'm not at my apartment and I'm also not alone. Then everything from the night before comes rushing back.

Mr. Seavey kissed me, we drank a whole bottle of scotch, and then ran out of the office like teenagers sneaking out of the house.

"OH GOD!" I yell.

"What time is it?" I hear his beautiful sleepy voice say.

"2 in the afternoon." I answered.

"Madison?"

"Madison! OH SHIT!" He said completely awake.

"Hello Mr. Seavey." I respond quietly.

-1 month later-

Daniel's POV:

"Madison and I agreed that nothing happened that night, it was all a mistake, we were caught up in the moment."

"Shouldn't I be happy about that? Why do I feel like I lost something important?"

I pulled out my lyric book and started writing.

Madison's POV:

I turn my head and see Mr. Seavey writing. He's never done that before. I send Mr. Herron a quick text message, out of concern. His response is instant and the message is clear.

😃🤯🥳

So him writing is a good thing? I clarify.

Daniel Seavey is an amazing songwriter who hasn't put pen to paper since Jonah died," He answers.

Daniel's POV:

Say You Won't Let Go

"That's the perfect title."

As soon as I finish writing it, Zach walks in.

"WHERE IS IT?" He asks jumping excitedly.

"Where is what?" I answer.

"THE SONG, WHERE'S THE SONG, and don't even THINK about lying to me." He says loudly.

I sigh and hand him the book.

-1 year later-

-NO POV-

Why Don't You website post

Say You Won't Let Go, Daniel Seavey's solo album is topping the charts after a midnight release on 9/27/2023. The album includes songs with each of his former Why Don't We bandmates. Including See You Again which was written in honor of Jonah Marais.

Post Written by Madison Warrens-Seavey. President of Why Don't You Records

-9/28/2023 5:30pm-

Daniel's POV:

"Madi, baby, are you almost ready?" I said, knocking on the bathroom door.

It's still hard to believe that, A- She's my wife, B- I'm making music again, and C- She agreed to take over the label so I could record again. We completely switched roles.

Madison's POV:

"Two minutes Dani!" I holler.

"How do I tell him this? This is a disaster?

I look in the mirror, touch up my eyeliner and head out.

-an hour later-

"What's going on Babe? He asked me with his cute, sad, worried face.

"Dani, how do you feel about being parents," I ask?

"Are you, are we really, you're pregnant." He said excitedly, the biggest smile on his face. "We're going to be parents!" He lifted me up and spun me around before setting me back down and pressing his soft lips to mine.

-9 months later-

Daniel's POV:

"Have you guys figured out a name yet?" The nurse asked. I looked at Madison, and she nodded.

"Jonah, Jonah Maxwell Seavey." I replied sitting in the hospital bed with Madi, staring down at our son.

The End!

[dinnercomeslate]

Whose guy is he?😎😉

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[keepseaveyweird]

The boyfriend! Daniel vibes in this pic are loud 💕

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[averyonelovesjack]

tickets ~ zach herron

requested: yes

Sorry to such a bother but I thought of an idea! It's the Zach anon again haha, but I was thinking of something like actions speak louder than words? Where he doesn't think he loves the reader but his actions show he does but doesn't realize it until later, kinda like the boys songs "words I didn't say"? Maybe the reader gets a bf and he tries to convince her he loves her more and she tried to move on from zach but cant. Sorry that's so jumbled but something like that would be cute! Thanks babe!

summary: with a boyfriend, y/n struggles to confront zach about her feelings.

warning(s): cursing (tbh can’t remember but probably)

word count: 2728

author’s note: i absolutely love this idea!! that’s one of my favorite songs so it was really fun to write for me. i hope you like it love:)

I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as my best friend stared at me from across the kitchen table in the early morning. My voice was sore and my throat was dry, but a hoarse laugh left my throat at the silly faces that Zach had made to get me to smile in the slightest way.

My lips sipped at the coffee mug, my eyes closed so that I wouldn’t choke from laughing while i drank. As i put the cup down, I let out another laugh, Zach’s facial expression changing.

“stop,” i whined at him, “it’s too early to laugh”

he made a different face, “it’s never too early to laugh, y/n” 

i shook my head, letting out another chuckle at my obnoxiously hilarious best friend. his face turned to a smiley one that i couldn’t help but return. zach was too cute when he smiled and it was impossible not to return it, “are we still on for pitch perfect 3?” 

“i thought you’d forget about that,” he playfully rolled my eyes, “if we must see it, then fine. We’re still on” 

“of course we must see it!” i stared at him, “we’ve seen the other two together. It’d be shameful not to see the third one together” 

“to be fair, you did force me to see the other two as well,” Zach defended his former statements.

“yes, but you ended up loving them,” I explained and he shook his head.

“no, i loved the first one. the second one was ok” 

I shook my head, “it was funny!” 

“yeah, but what’s the point in a third one? what could they possibly do that they haven’t done already?” 

“i don’t know! that’s why we have to go see it!” He groaned and slid down in his seat as I giggled, taking another sip of my coffee.

Excitement traveled through my body as I arrived at the Why Don’t We household. I didn’t bother knocking, knowing that at least Zach was home, due to my calling prior to arriving.

I sprinted up the stairs and into his bedroom. Zach sat on his bed, a guitar in his arm as he played around with it. I looked at him and he laughed at my lack of breath from running up a flight of stairs. 

My body collapsed on his bed, my head staring up at his as he leaned over me with a smile on his face. Everything inside of me was bursting with happiness as I stared at him.

“so are you gonna tell me why you’re so excited?” he questioned with a slight laugh, strumming one final chord before setting the guitar down in the stand and staring at me. I sat up with a wide smile.

“you know jake?” 

zach nearly rolled his eyes, “yes, i know your boyfriend” 

“wellll, he’s taking me to the rangers-kings game tomorrow!” I squealed, “it’s an anniversary present” 

“when’d he tell you about this, y/n?” his eyebrows furrowed, rather than him being excited for me.

“just an hour ago, when i saw him. since you know, our three months is next week and he wanted to surprise me” 

zach nodded his head, looking down a little bit sadly.

i stared at him, confused by his response, “what’s wrong?”

he shook his head, “it’s nothing. i’m happy for you guys, i am” 

i didn’t believe a single piece of bullshit that left his mouth. my eyes stared into his, “no i’m serious. what’s wrong?” 

he sighed, staring at me with indecisiveness. zach took a moment before standing up to go towards his desk. i watched his every move, staring at his hands as they dug through his desk drawer. within a minute, he pulled out two pieces of paper, “i bought these about a month ago for you. I knew you were excited about the Rangers being in town and they were only playing here once this year, the other two games being in New York. I told Jake that I’d wanted to get you the tickets, but i guess i never told him that i got them” 

Zach looked sad as I stared. I don’t know what to say. There’s nothing to say in this situation, “zach, it’s really sweet of you to do this. thank you” 

he scoffed, looking away, “not if i can’t even take you” 

“it’s the thought that counts,” I explain, “maybe one of the other boys will want to go. Jonah, maybe? he’s from Minnesota, does he like hockey?” 

Zach shook his head, “it’s fine. i’ll just sell them,” He tried to fake a smile, but i could easily see that it wasn’t real, “was that all?” 

“i guess,” i replied sadly, “we could hang out for a little bit” 

“don’t you want to go see jake?” The name escaped his lips like venom from a snake, “he got you hockey tickets. You guys don’t have something planned?”

i shook my head, “no, we talked. and then i came here to see you. i thought we could hang out” 

“yeah, whatever” He shrugged, not looking at me. I watched as he took a seat on the bed, lying back.

“are you ok? you seem a little weird today,” I ask my best friend, “then again, you’re always a little weird” 

“fine. just tired,” He tries to excuse his odd behavior but i could see past it, “long day” 

“ok,” i reply skeptically, “i’m sorry again”

“don’t be sorry” he tells me, “you’re not the one who should be sorry” 

i frown, “jake didn’t know, zach. it wasn’t his fault” 

“you sure he didn’t know?” Zach told me, a little harsher than before, “because it seems like something he did know and he just wanted to get it so that i couldn’t” 

“can you stop attacking him please?” I begged, “he didn’t know” 

“yeah whatever,” he looked at me, “i’m a little tired, maybe you want to go talk to one of the other guys?” 

A small frown reached my face as i cautiously closed the door behind me, exiting. Jack met me when i did, and the sad look on my face allowed him to make sure i was ok. I fed him a simple answer and left, walking towards my car.

Zach has been my best friend for five years now, I moved out to LA to be with him. Everything he did for me, it was perfect. He’d make me laugh and he’d go with me places that I couldn’t drag anyone else to. He would make me smile when I’m in the darkest spot. There were arguments and fights through our relationship, sure, but we pushed through them always. They made us each sad to think about or do.

I got in the front seat of my car, thoughts of the day prior rushing to my mind. Zach had always been my little mini crush, since day one. And it wasn’t because he was extremely attractive (i mean that too), but because of his heart. He was kind and funny and sweet and perfect. I never acted upon those thoughts in fear that he’d get mad or that we’d end a good friendship for something as stupid as an itty bitty crush.

But then that itty bitty crush grew. And he became everything to me. My best friend, my partner in crime, my movie buddy, and the secret love of my life. I was so in love with him for the longest time, but he never seemed to notice. We’d do things and I’d look at him with a pair of puppy dog eyes and he would refer to me as nothing but a friend. 

So when Jake came along, he was sweet and athletic and almost as funny as Zach. He would treat me like a princess and take me places I couldn’t imagine. He asked me to be his girlfriend, and as much as I was still in love with Zach, i needed someone to be there in a way that Zach just couldn’t. Jake was perfect for that. He’s a great boyfriend and he means well, i know that.

My car pulled up in front of my boyfriend’s house and I walked up to the door, knocking carefully. A few footsteps came from inside the house, and a shirtless Jake let a smile leave his lips when he saw my body standing there. He leaned down, pecking my lips and letting me in.

“hey babe, what’s up?” he questioned, “i thought you went over to tell Zach or something” 

“yeah,” i shrugged, “he was tired, i guess” 

I shook the thoughts from my mind, but Jake looked at me, “did something happen?” 

“no,” i frown, before looking up at my boyfriend’s pleading eyes, “he was a little annoyed today, that’s all. I figured he wasn’t in the mood today, so i decided to come back here. i hope you’re not busy” 

“of course not,” he told me, “i’m never too busy to hang out with you” 

“that’s sweet,” i reply and i follow him towards his living room. we each took a seat on the couch, my head resting into his neck.

It was several moments and an episode of friends later when Jake and I spoke again.

“you know i love you, right?” Jake asks me. it was quick, sure, but he and i knew where we stood.

i nodded my head a little bit, “i love you too” 

“but i mean, you know i love you more than zach does, right?” 

i looked at him strangely, “what do you mean?” 

“i love you more than zach does,” Jake repeated.

“i don’t know how you really compare them,” I furrow my eyebrows, “but that’s very sweet of you” 

“he’s your friend, and i’m your boyfriend. i guess it just makes sense for me to love you more. and i love you so much, so i don’t know that he could love you more,” My boyfriend defended his reasons and i became skeptical. I love him very much, but it almost hurt when he said Zach was just my friend. Sure, friendship is all we have together, but he’s a best friend. Not just a friend.

“did you know that zach had already gotten me tickets to the game? he just mentioned that he had them for a while now,” I asked, changing the topic of discussion to get a real answer from my boyfriend.

“i didn’t know that he actually got them,” Jake shrugged.

“you didn’t trust that he would actually get them?” i scoff, unsure if i was kidding or not with him. It was a little foolish of him to think Zach wouldn’t go that far.

“i guess not, no,” his eyebrows squeezed together in confusion, “he’s just friend and tickets are a pretty big commitment to someone. They’re not cheap, especially in LA” 

i looked at him crazy, “Zach’s not just a friend. He’s my best friend. he’s the reason I’m even in LA. it’s a commitment that he would make, i know. And to add to that, he’s a freaking famous singer, you don’t think he would have to money to put into it?” i explain, but then finish off with something simple, “it’s just a little confusing, babe” 

“i guess i underestimated the power of your relationship,” He frowned, looking down instead of at me, “you really like him, don’t you?” 

“he’s my best friend, jake,” i try to explain again, but it was no use. Jake saw through my lies.

“no, you’re in love with him, y/n” Jake says, “how long has it been?” 

i stayed quiet, unsure of if i was even going to answer. It’d break his heart, and even if he was being a little idiotic about zach, jake’s given me the time of my life these past three months. It would hurt him too much.

“y/n, just freaking tell me, ok? i don’t care anymore, it’s done, it’s over. nothing can be changed, and you’re in love with your best friend. i can’t be mad at you, it’s not something you’ve just controlled. just please, one final question,” Jake looks sad, “how long have you been in love with him?” 

i played with my fingers, my voice cracking just slightly as i looked down, “a couple years,” i start, “but i met you, jake. and i do love you, i swear. It’s just that-” 

i pause, trying to figure out what to say next when Jake finished it for me, “you love him a little more. Or a lot more. You’ve always loved him and you can’t move on until you see what it could be, or what it will be” 

i nodded my head, my boyfriend summing up my feelings perfectly. A small sob left my mouth as i looked to him, “i’m so sorry” 

his arms wrapped around me, pulling my body closely to his and shushing me, “i’m sorry,” Jake whispered, “for putting you in this position. you don’t have to choose, y/n. go get your man” 

i removed my body from his, looking at him, “jake, i’m so sor-” 

“don’t worry, y/n. i hope we can still be friends,” he smiles sadly, “because as much as you love zach, i think that you and i would be really great friends. go get your guy” 

i sniffled, looking up at him, “you’re a really great guy, you know that? you’re gonna get a really great girl someday”

“yeah yeah, i’d hope,” he jokes, “i’m getting old” 

i playfully hit his chest, “you’re not even twenty” 

“my friends have kids” he explained.

“your friends are twenty five” i explain and the two of us laugh at his stupidity.

“ok ok, now go. don’t miss out on this opportunity,” Jake smiles and i look at him with the biggest smile now, wiping away my tears.

I arrived at the Why Don’t We household, knocking on the suddenly locked door. It was a few moments before Jack showed up and his face looked sorrowful at mine.

“i knew you weren’t ok. what happened?” he tried to pull me in for a hug, but i shook my head, sending him a smile.

“no, i’m really good actually. is zach still home?” I ask and he stares at me strangely.

“i don’t think he’s come out of his room since you left” 

“perfect,” i walk past him and down the hallway until I reach Zach’s bedroom that was shared with two other boys. When I knocked, there wasn’t much of an answer, so i walked in, recognizing that Zach was yet again playing around on his guitar, alone in the shared room.

Zach stared at me strangely, “hey, are you ok?” 

“i’m great,” i laugh, “everything is perfect” 

he put his guitar down cautiously, “is that sarcastic or-” 

“i love you,” i blurt out, unexpected even to myself. if this happened months ago, i would’ve covered my mouth and left, but this time, i laughed again in excitement. i restated my sentence, “i love you” 

“y/n-” i couldn’t tell what Zach was feeling, “jake” 

“it’s over,” i officially state, “we broke up, and i’m fine” 

“what happened?” he asks, “are you sure you’re ok?” 

“i hope you haven’t sold those tickets yet,” i sit down on his bed and he sits up further, looking at me.

“y/n, what happened?” 

“he knew that i loved you. It wasn’t bad, he’s a sweet guy and he means the best. I’d been sitting on this forever and i’m over it. I’m tired of just sitting here and analyzing whether or not you were flirting with me or just talking as friends. This isn’t a secret anymore and i hope it doesn’t ruin our relationship”

Zach say anything, really. He looked at me with his beautiful eyes. It was very quick, but his hands reached my face, resting softly there as my lips parted and attached to his. Zach deepened the kiss he’d started, making butterflies go off inside my stomach.

After a few moments, we separated and I stared at Zach with a wide smile, “is that your response?” 

“i love you too,” he let out a little laugh, going in to peck my lips once again, “i really love you too” 

#zach herron #jack avery #jonah marais #daniel seavey #corbyn besson #zach herron imagine #why don't we #wdw #imagines #imagine #rangers #hockey #boyfriend

[whydontwerunner]

Boyfriend Characteristics

Jonah: Cuddles all the time! He would want to stay in bed with you or go out late at night for a drive or something.

Zach: They way that he'd look at you would be priceless. He would poke you when your sad so that you would look at him.

Corbyn: He loves to listen to you talk. He always stares into your eyes when you talk with a smile on his face.

Daniel: He'd buy you flowers all the time. He'd sing you lullaby's so you could sleep. Cheesy jokes.

Jack: He would always be kissing your face. He'd let you borrow his hoodies all the time. Pick up lines.

(Might make this into a little series)

#why don't we preferences #why dont we #why don't we music #wdw #wdw preferences #wdw as boyfriends #jonah marais #zach herron #corbyn besson #daniel seavey #jack avery

[bloatedandalone04]

Love Story - C.B

Summary: it's been a couple months into your first year at college, two to be exact, and you’re just now hearing about the infamous Corbyn Besson. He was known around campus to be quite the charmer. After a brief, yet impactable, meeting you can’t seem to get images of blond hair and blue eyes out of your head. Little did you know, he was thinking about you, too.

College Student Corbyn x Reader

WARNINGS: Angst, fluff, smut, cursing, fighting, kissing, unprotected sex, blood, descriptions of injuries [MORE TO COME]. 16+ (I would put it at 18+ but ya girl was reading shit like this at the age of 13 lmao)

I don’t write smut often, so apologies if it sucks.... 

Word Count: 8.5k

  You were uncomfortable. You could feel Emma’s piercing eyes on you which makes you fold your arms defensively. She had just finished pestering you about saying no to the ‘super cool party’ that was being held at her boyfriend's house. She was standing in front of you, her whole body tense and her jaw locked. To the left was your other friend, Lucas, who was currently giving you an unsure look. 

  “I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal, Em,” you tried to reason with her. “You know me, the party scene isn’t my thing.”

  “Then what is your thing?” She asked, raising one of her perfectly filled in eyebrows. “You’ve been here, what, two months now? You haven’t done anything fun since the welcome party back in September, and that wasn’t even fun.”

  “Give her a break, Emma,” Lucas tried defending you, to which you send him a grateful smile that he returned. 

  “I just don’t feel up to it tonight, okay?” You were beginning to feel annoyed and somewhat under pressure and you hoped it didn’t show through your words. “I’ll go to another party some other time, just not tonight.” You didn’t have any other plans, but getting drunk the night before a big chem assessment didn’t really sound too appealing to you. 

  “I want you to come to the one tonight,” she whined and you refrained from rolling your eyes. “Daniel even got Corbyn to come to it. That’s, like, a big deal and I want you there with me.”

  You raised one of your brows, your lips forming a thin line. “Who?” 

  You felt a bit embarrassed for not knowing who this ‘Corbyn’ was as you watched Emma’s jaw drop. This even got Lucas’ attention who had been looking at the other college kids that passed by, bored by the mini fight you and Emma were having, his eyes wide. 

  “You’re kidding, right?” Emma asked and you shrugged, an unsure look washing over your own face. “You seriously don’t know who he is?” 

  “No,” you say, tired of seeing the shocked look she was giving you. “Who is he?”

  “Only like the biggest heartthrob here!” She said a bit too excitedly. “He usually only goes to his friends' parties. Him and Daniel aren’t friends which is why it’s important to be there tonight. Please, say you’ll come?” She sticks out her bottom lip and presses her hands together as if she were praying.

  You shrugged, your mind made up. “Sorry, Em,” you said, gently pushing on her shoulder with your hand. “Not tonight.” You pretended to miss the annoyed mixed with frustration look she sent you as you walked away. 

  You weren’t completely against going out to parties, but the few you had been to in high school were all terrible and you had to push the hands of a drunk, horny teen off of you multiple times. The fact that you were in college now made your feelings about parties ten times worse. It just wasn’t for you and you wished that Emma could accept that. 

-

  Your last class of the day was finally over and you push open the doors, getting blinded by the sun in the process. A content sigh leaves your lips as you slide the sunglasses over your eyes, your vision now tinted yellow. The air was slightly cold and the leaves on the trees were already turned orange and red as November was half over.  

  You begin to make your way to the apartment you were renting across the quad. You take your phone out from the back pocket of your jeans and unlock it, opening your text messages.

  Emma: I’d really like for you to be there tonight :( please just think about it

  You sigh as you approach the corner and begin to type out your response but before you could push send you collide with a body. Your phone slips from your hand and you internally cringe at the cracking sound you hear as it hits the sidewalk below you. 

  You close your eyes and inhale, deciding whether to yell or apologize at the person you ran into. But as you open your eyes, all thoughts leave your head and the words die on your tongue. Blue eyes meet yours and you can see multiple emotions swimming in the orbs. 

  You had never seen the guy before, that much was clear as you would’ve definitely remembered him. You couldn’t look away from his face that was sculpted to perfection and the black snapback that tamed his blond quiff was the perfect choice of accessory. 

  “Did it break?” The boy asked and your breath hitches at the sound of his voice. He sounded as good as he looked. “Did it?”

  “What?” You ask, missing the question he asked as you tried to focus your attention on anything but him and how close you two were standing to each other. 

  “Your phone,” he says, looking down at the device that was face down on the ground between you. “Did it break?”

  “Oh, um,” you step away from him and you feel as though you could breathe again. “I don’t know. I’m kind of scared to check.” The boy lets out a small laugh and you quickly decide that it was the best sound you’d heard all week. 

  Jesus, you didn’t even know his name and you were ready to offer him anything he wanted. That wasn’t you. So, you take a few more steps back as he bends down and picks up your phone, turning the screen towards him. Your observation on his outfit, which was a simple white tee and blue jeans, got cut short as you heard him let out a breath. “Oh shit,” he says quietly and you groan at the undeniable fact that you would have to buy a new phone. 

  The stranger stands back up and hands you the now cracked phone. “Great,” you mumble, picking at the bits and pieces of gravel and dirt that were stuck in the broken glass. 

  “Sorry about that,” the boy said and you look up at him. You had almost forgot he was even there as you were too deep in thought over the loss of your five month old phone.

  “It’s okay,” you say. “It’s my fault for wanting a new phone for college. And it was my fault for not looking where I was going.”

  “It was new?” He completely ignored the last part and looked down at the broken phone in your hand. 

  “Five months,” you wave it before tucking it back into your pocket, somewhere you wished it had stayed. “But it’s okay.”

  The stranger looked around the quad, his hand reaching up and gripping the strap of his black bag. 

  You were brought back to the fact that you didn’t even know his name and you mentally curse at yourself for being rude. “I’m Y/n, by the way,” 

  His eyes go back to you and he studies your face for a few seconds before offering you a small, short-lived smile. “Corbyn,” 

  The name made your eyes widen and you open your mouth but no words come out. You quickly close it and shift in your spot. So this was the heartthrob on campus. He lived up to his given name, that was for sure. 

   “Um,” you broke the silence. “I should go home and contact my phone company.” 

  Corbyn started to say something but then decided against it. He, instead, went with, “Okay, sorry again,” 

  “No worries,” you say as you turn and walk towards your house. You want to turn around and look at him one last time but refrain and stay facing the direction of your apartment. Maybe you would skip on your plans to watch reruns all night and go to Daniel’s party after all. 

  You could feel someone's eyes on you and you wonder for just a second if it’s the boy with the blue eyes and blond hair.

  Little did you know that it was. 

-

  “Y/n! You’re here!” Emma squealed as soon as she saw you step into the crowded living room. “You cameeeee.”

  “I did,” you laugh, hugging her back after she threw herself at you. She was clearly intoxicated and wasted no time in opening many different cans of alcohol. 

  “What made you change your mind?” She asked after she pulled away from the hug. You didn’t get the chance to answer her as two more figures add themselves to yours and Emma’s conversation. One being her boyfriend, Daniel, and the other being the very reason you came tonight. 

  “Hey, Dani,” Emma said. “Corbyn! You made it!”

  Corbyn gives her a small smile and a head nod before turning his attention to you. “Oh, this is our friend, Y/-”

  “Y/n,” Corbyn says, finishing what Daniel was saying. Him remembering your name brought a smile to your face and you face the other direction, attempting to hide your growing grin. 

  “Oh,” Emma says, which brings your attention back to her. “You two know each other?” It was a question but it came off as more of a statement.

  “Well..” You begin but allow Corbyn to cut in.

  “Yeah, we go way back,” he says. Emma shoots you a confused look while Daniel raises his brows. “To, like, four hours ago when she so rudely ran into me.”  

  “Hey, that was a two person collision,” you joked back. He smiled a genuine smile and looked away before you could see it in all of its glory.

  And from there it was history.

-

  You were walking back from the small café that was just outside of campus, needing a coffee break in between classes. It was test week so to say you were a bit stressed would be an understatement. The day seemed to just drag on and it was really starting to put a damper on your mood. Just one more class and you’d be able to go home.

  You were only walking through the quad for a couple of minutes before you were picked up from behind and spun around. One of your hands held onto your coffee cup while the other gripped the arm that was locked around your waist. Laughs slip from your lips uncontrollably and you have to hold onto the arm even tighter to balance yourself after you were set back down on the ground. 

  You turned around and met the blue eyes of your boyfriend. Your smile only grew at the sight of him and he smiled back before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss lasted only about five seconds but you could already feel the stress leave your body. That’s what a simple kiss from your boyfriend can do for your mental state. 

  “Hey, you,” you say and look up at him after pulling away from the kiss. 

  “Hi, baby,” he said back. Your stomach flipped as per usual at the nickname. “Where are you off to?” 

  “Just back to class,” you say and he wraps his arm around your shoulder as you two walk towards the building in which your class was being held. “I was starting to go crazy.” You show him your coffee cup and he nods, a teasing smirk on his lips. 

  “My coffee fanatic,” he says and stops walking to lean down to kiss you again. His arm stayed wrapped around your shoulder while his free hand reached up and placed itself on the side of your face. “You coming over after class?” He asks after he pulls away, his thumb brushing against the skin under your eye.

  “Of course,” you say back, beginning to walk again, your hand reaching up to hold his that was draped over your shoulder. “I need a distraction. School has been really stressing me lately.”

  “Me too,” he says back before he once again begins to smirk. “You want me to distract you?”

  You roll your eyes but feel your cheeks heat up nonetheless. “That’s not what I meant.” But wasn’t it? “I just need to focus on something other than my studies tonight.”

  Corbyn smiled at you and shook his head, tightening his arm around you. “You know you can come over anytime,” he says. “You practically live there, anyway.”

  “I know,” you push yourself more into his side, wanting to ditch class and go home with him. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.” You lean up and press a short kiss to his lips, one he wished was longer, and stepped away, smiling at him when he held the door open for you. You walked into the building after waving at him one last time before you were off to your last class of the day. 

-

  The setting sun was easy on your eyes as you pushed open the doors of the building that held your last class. It was a simple lecture but it felt like it had lasted eight hours and had taken up the rest of your day.  You started to walk in the direction of Corbyn’s apartment that was on the opposite side of the campus from yours. 

  You let yourself in with the spare key he gave you and made a beeline to his room, briefly peeking in his roommate, Jack’s, room. You open the door and find your boyfriend laying on his stomach on his bed, his eyes closed and his arms underneath his pillow. Letting out a small, content, sigh you walk over to his sleeping figure and begin to untie his old, black converse he hadn’t bothered to take off. The shoes fell to the floor with a soft thud which made the sleeping beauty stir, his eyes open slightly. He turns his head a bit and smiles a small, tired smile at you as you crawl onto his bed, your own shoes discarded on the floor.

  You let your body fall down beside his, your head landing on the pillow. Corbyn's eyes had closed once again but he wasn’t asleep as the small smile was still on his lips. Your hand reached up and brushed the few pieces of hair that had fallen onto his forehead while he was sleeping. 

  It was quiet for a few minutes and you thought he had fallen back asleep when he spoke up, “How was class?” He mumbled, sounding as cute and hot as ever. You found yourself inching closer to him, wanting to be as close as possible but also wanting to give him time to fully wake up. 

  “Long,” you simply said and he hummed in response, blindly reaching out to grab your hand. He interlaced your fingers and brought them close to his chest, all while keeping his eyes closed. “Are you tired? Because I can come back later or even tomorrow or-”

  “No,” he groaned and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. “I just fell asleep waiting for you to finish class. Give me a few minutes.” 

  He finally opens his eyes and looks at you. You shift a bit in his arms and rest your hand on the side of his face. He smiles at you before moving his head to press his lips to yours. You find it so hard to believe that he is considered a “bad boy” around campus when he was anything but when he was with you. You were happy you ignored your classmates' warnings of “he’ll break your heart,” and “he’s no good for you,”. What did they know?

  He had seemed to completely demolish his reputation of never having a girl around for more than a week with you, having gone many weeks now with you by his side. You felt a bit special when you found out that he had given that up for you, that you were the one he wanted all the time.  

  “My girl,” he mumbled after pulling away. Your cheeks heat up and butterflies are immediately released in your stomach. Even after a few months of dating, four to be exact, he still made you feel like you did when you first met. 

  Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his lips back on yours and the weight of his body, which was less than half as he didn’t want to hurt you, on top of yours. The kiss got heated quickly, his one hand resting on the side of your face while the other one was at the side of your head, holding himself up. 

  “You’re so tense,” he mumbled against your lips before moving them down to your neck, placing kisses there. “Let me distract you.” He said before sucking a dark purple mark onto your neck, your eyes closing at the feeling. Your body pushes up against his, your hands coming up to grip his hair. 

  “Distract me, then,” you say, almost out of breath from a few kisses from your too hot of a boyfriend. Your hands push the red flannel off of his shoulders and onto the floor. 

  “Gladly,” he says before pushing himself off of you and onto his knees, lifting his arms and taking off his black t-shirt. He did as he was told as your eyes immediately trail up and down his chest, pausing at his abs, your mind beginning to fill with thoughts of only him. Your hand reaches out without you even realizing and you run your fingers over the lines of his abs, feeling him tense under your fingertips.  

  You push yourself up, one hand on the bed and the other going to the back of his neck to pull him down to you, his lips finding yours again. He moves so he’s hovering over you again, both his hands stationed at either side of your head. 

  The kisses grew more desperate and you found your fingers tugging on his belt loops, pulling him closer and shifting your hips upwards so they brushed against his, earning a deep moan from the boy on top of you. The sound only fueled your desire and you pulled him even closer together and repeated the action a few more times, feeling the effect it was having on him through both yours and his jeans. 

  Corbyn seemed to have become frustrated as he pulled back just enough to tug on the hem of your light grey t-shirt until it was up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor to join his. Once your shirt is out of the way, his lips find home on the tops of your breasts, that being the only part exposed to him, thanks to your black bra. 

   His kisses trailed down the valley of your breasts and onto your exposed stomach, goosebumps forming as his lips moved all over it. His fingers pop open the button on your dark blue jean shorts and unzips them before sliding them down your legs. 

  His arms hook under your thighs and he wraps them around his waist before flipping the two of you over so you were straddling him. His hands move from the back of your thighs to your hips, gripping them tightly. He began to move your hips so you were softly grinding against him, moving his head to capture your lips again. Your hands trail down his stomach and pause on his belt. You quickly unbuckle it and unzip his black jeans, pushing them down his legs without breaking the kiss. He kicks them off and they land in the growing pile of shredded clothing on the wooden floor. 

  “Where’s Jack?” You asked in between kisses, the movement of your hips speeding up. 

  It took Corbyn a few seconds to respond, not wanting to let out the moans hidden in his throat. “At a friends place,”

  You, however, responded a lot quicker. “And when will he be back?”

  “He’ll be gone all night,”

  That was all you needed to press your lips to his even harder then before and trail your hand down to the waistband of his black boxers. You dip your fingers into the remaining piece of clothing and let your fingers lightly dance across him, hearing his breath hitch followed by a shudder. Your black underwear was removed and you pulled Corbyn’s boxers down just enough to be able to expose him to you. You share a kiss, a silent form of permission from the both of you to continue on. 

  Corbyn pulled you impossibly closer as you lifted yourself up and sunk down onto him, his fingers unclipping your bra in the process. With your chests pressed together and your lower parts connected, you could finally feel the stress of the day lift from your shoulders. 

  You start to move on him, pressing your lips to his to quiet the moans that were begging to be set free. You tugged on his blond hair, teeth gently biting his lower lip and pulling at it. He lets out a deep groan, the sound sending a shiver straight to your core and you helplessly clench around him, gripping his hair as an attempt to gain back some self control. 

  Keeping one hand in his hair, you move the other one to hold tightly onto the wooden headboard Corbyn’s back was currently resting against. You used it as leverage to help you lift yourself up before bringing yourself back down. You continued to do so, going at a pace that had both you and Corbyn letting out breathless moans, gripping each other with desperation. You two had done this many times during your four month relationship, but every time it felt better and better, even more so when you made the bold decision to ditch the condoms and switch to a more powerful birth control. 

  “God,” he groaned against your neck, sucking a dark purple mark on your shoulder. “I’m never getting over this. You’re so perfect.”  You let out a loud moan at his words, butterflies being released all over your body. 

  “You are,” you mumbled, mind beginning to become hazy and eyes blurring. You closed them, the feeling he was giving you becoming too much. Your grip on the headboard got impossibly tighter and you moved your other hand to hold onto his shoulder, giving his hair a break from your harsh tugging, and move your hips faster.

  You throw your head back, exposing your neck to him. He wastes no time in attaching his lips to every surface available as a way to quiet his growing in volume moans, and as a way to mark you as his. He sucks many, many, deep shades into your neck, shoulder and breasts before moving his head, letting out deep, heavy breaths. He looked up at you, your head still thrown back, moans fleeing from your pretty mouth, and he felt himself twitch. God, you were hot. And you were his. 

   He feels himself inch closer to his high and tightly grips your hips, helping you move even faster, and harder, down onto him. “Look at me,” he breathed out, feeling the tiredness creeping back into him from what you were currently doing to him, leaving him exhausted in the most perfect way. “Look at me.” He said a little louder and you finally moved your head and made eye contact, your mouth still open and borderline  pornographic sounds still leaving it.

  He groaned loudly at the sight, silently thanking whoever was looking out for him that day he ran into you. He knew that the day you met, he was completely yours. He couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else and he didn’t want to. Despite being together only four months, he was so sure that you were it for him, you were his. 

  A familiar feeling begins to form in his stomach and he grips your hip with one hand and flips you over, his other hand catching the both of you on the sheet as your legs and arms stay wrapped around his gorgeous body. He takes full control now, giving you the break you didn’t realize you needed, and thrusts into you at an animalistic pace. Your moans grew even louder, if that was even possible, and almost started to sound like screams. Good screams, of course. 

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled out, more so to himself but you heard him anyway. You clench around him again as a response and his eyes fall shut. He desperately tried to prolong his inevitable release, scrunching the white sheet in his hand, his hold on your waist never letting up. “Fuck, baby.” 

  You let out a breathless laugh, ending it with a small moan and raking your nails down his back, leaving angry, red lines that he could care less about. All he was focused on was you and getting you to your high. He loved you, despite not telling you yet, he knew the feeling he got in his chest every time he saw you was love. He was completely done for when it came to everything about you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

  “Are you close?” He asked but he already knew the answer. He could feel how close you were by your relentless clenching around him. It brought him closer and closer to his high.

  “Yes,” you whimpered, pulling him closer to you, wrapping your arms around him and interlacing your fingers behind his back. 

  “Come on, then,” he said, his thrusts growing sloppy as he was so close to his end. “Come for me, pretty girl.”

  His words mixed with his actions were more than enough to send you over the edge, no longer being able to hold back. The feeling of you around him made him reach his own high, continuing uneven movements of his hips to ride out your releases. 

  A few seconds later he presses his lips to yours, kissing you with every ounce of energy he had left in him. He pulled out and fell on the bed beside you, the two of you letting out short breaths. He moves closer to you, pulling your lightly sweat covered body into his, his fingers running through your hair while his other hand ran up and down your back. You stay like that for a while, nearly falling asleep before an idea pops into your head.   

  You sit up, the thin sheet Corbyn had pulled over the two of you falling off your shoulders. You lean over and reach for your bag that you had carelessly placed beside his bed. You grab the camera from the bottom of it and take the lens cover off. You moved to sit on top of him again, your knees placed on either side of his hips, the sheet covering your lower regions. He places one hand on your hip and the other goes behind his head. “What are you doing?” He asks, a tired smile gracing his lips. 

  “Capturing your beauty,” you say and bring the camera up to your eye. “Smile.”

  “No,” he says, the hand on your hip coming up to cover his face, his smile unknowingly peeking through his fingers. You quickly snapped the photo and looked at it, easily deciding it was your favourite photo you had ever taken. You smile at the picture and fall down to lay beside him again, his arm wrapping around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder and you showed him the photo. He shook his head but smiled nonetheless and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. 

  “I’m going to blow it up and make it my laptop’s wallpaper,” you hum, examining every inch of the masterpiece. 

  “Seriously?” He groaned, lightly biting on your shoulder. 

  “Yes, seriously,” you say back. “You look so good… so edible.” 

  “Mmm,” he mumbled. “Don’t tell me that. I can’t go again for at least a few hours.”

  “Fine by me,” you hummed, placing the camera on his bedside table before snuggling into his arms. He holds onto protectively, his chin resting on the top of your head. “I just wanna lay with you.”

  “Fine by me,” he repeats what you said and you smile, closing your eyes in contentment. 

  “I wanna show you something,” he says after a few minutes of laying in silence. “Well, I want you to listen to something.” He moves away from you and grabs his ear buds from his nightstand drawer and gently shoves one in your ear, to which you adjust, before he puts the other in his own ear. He plugs the wire into his phone, scrolling through his videos and audio files.  

  He messed around with one of the files for a bit before a familiar tune played through your ear. It was the beginning of Anna Sun by WALK THE MOON but it was different and it had it’s own take on the original version of the song. Before you could clue into the music, your boyfriend's beautiful voice filled the void and made everything come together perfectly. 

  Your mouth fell open in a soft gasp. You listened in awe and spared a glance at your boyfriend. He was staring at you nervously, playing with the band that was wrapped around his wrist. You adjusted the ear bud again, pushing it further in your ear, wanting to hear his voice through it forever. 

  It was a simple cover of the song, one you didn’t even know he listened to, but it was amazing. It was a bit shorter than the original but it left you wanting to hear it over and over again. You knew he could sing and it was something that he was really passionate about and did in his free time, but you never knew how beautiful it would sound with music to complement his voice. 

  After the song was over you sat in silence for a few seconds before turning to throwing your arms around Corbyn. It was unexpected, that much was clear as he fell back with you on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you and you pressed your lips to his, catching him off guard at first before he kissed you back.   

  “Corbyn,” you say once you pull away, resting your hands on his chest while his rested on your lower back. “That was so perfect. You’re so perfect. You sounded so beautiful.” 

  He smiled at you leaning forward and brushing his nose against yours. “So, you liked it?”

   “Are you kidding? I loved it!” You say, capturing his lips in a kiss once more. “How did you do it?”

  “Jack helped a lot,” he says. “He’s my go to guy. He pretty much did the music while I sang.”

  “Your voice,” you mumble. “God, you’re perfect.”

  “I’m not perfect,” he says back, moving one hand you hold yours, lacing your fingers together. “But you are.”

  “I can’t sing like that,” you point out. “I think you’re from another planet.” He laughed loudly, your smile widening at the heavenly sound. 

  “It was just something I did when I was bored last week,” he said and an idea popped into your head.

  “You should post it,”

  He looked at you, his brows furrowed. “No,” he says. “No, I can’t.”

  “Why not?” You ask, moving to get off him as he rests his back against the headboard. “Baby, your voice is amazing. I’m serious, you should upload it to YouTube or something.”

  He looked up at you, playing with the sheet that covered his body from the waist down, and bit his lip. “You think I should?”

  “Yes!” You say, getting overly excited. He laughed and lifted his arm, an invitation for you to crawl over to him. You do so, moving so you’re right beside him and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. “I can see you doing something with music in the future.”

  “Hmm,” he hummed. “I’ll probably end up racing at the Night Out for the rest of my life, maybe even get a new car.” 

  You snort, remembering the time he told you that he ‘races sometimes’. “Okay,” you say. “What brand, number and colour?”

  “Um,” he thinks for a few seconds. “Camaro, 17 and black with a bit of neon orange.”

  “Well, that was easy,” you say and smile at him, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheekbone. “Why 17?”

  He looks up from his lap and moves his hand to brush his scarred knuckles, the result of being involved in one too many fist fights, softly against your cheek. “November 17th,” he says quietly. “That’s the day we met.”

  You couldn’t stop the smile as it formed on your face, wanting so badly to say those 3 words you’ve been dying to tell him for weeks now. You chicken out, too nervous to scare him off by saying it too early despite being together for quite some time. Instead, you lean in and press your lips to his, pouring the rest of your energy into the kiss. He kisses back before pulling away and wrapping his arms around you. 

  “Stay with me tonight?” He asks as he lays the two of you down before covering your bodies with the sheet and comforter. 

  “Always,” you say and rest your head on his bare chest. You fall asleep rather quickly, the stress you had been carrying around all day finally giving you a break. Corbyn brushes some fallen strands of hair out of your face, pressing a final kiss to your forehead as he pulls you even tighter against him before allowing sleep to overtake him. 

 -

   “Dude, I’m telling you. This movie is so good!” Jack says as he and Corbyn walk across the Quad together. Corbyn shakes his head, his grip on his black bag tightening as he looks over at his friend and roommate. “I’ve seen it three times already.”

  “I don’t understand your brain sometimes,” Corbyn laughs, taking his phone out of the back pocket of his black jeans when he felt it vibrate. “Why would you pay to watch the same movie three times when you could just wait until it comes out on DVD to watch it?” 

  “Because it’s too good to wait for that!” Jack defends his spending habits and Corbyn shakes his head, unlocking his phone. 

  pretty girl: hey! lecture ended early today. are you at home?

  Corbyn took his hand off his bag to type out his response to you, his breath visible thanks to the cold, end of winter air.  

  No, I’m with Jack. We’re by Sir Stud.

  Sir Stud, also known as Sir Louis C. Studley, was the ten foot tall statue of the founder of Studley college. It was placed in the middle of the Quad, surrounded by bushes, flowers and a few benches. Sir Stud was what you and Corbyn called it, a little inside joke between the two of you. 

  “Is that Y/n?” Jack asks, peering over his friend's shoulder and at his phone. “Dude, when are you gonna tell her you love her? She clearly loves you back.”

  Corbyn, used to his best friend's nosiness, shrugs Jack's chin off his shoulder. “Fuck off, Jack,” he says, knowing that Jack wouldn’t be offended at his words. “You don’t know that.” 

  pretty girl: i see you ;)

  Corbyn looks up from his phone to see you standing a few feet away, sliding your phone into your bag. You were a bit paranoid to keep it in your back pocket now seeing as what happened to your last one.

  You looked so pretty, your long, light brown coat reaching just above your knees.  

  He smiles at you as he and Jack make their way over to where you were. You wrap your arms around his neck, his wrapping around your waist. Your lips meet in a passionate, PDA filled kiss. You hear Jack scoff from beside you and you smile against Corbyn’s lips. 

  “You guys are adorable, really,” he says. “Makes me wanna shove a fork in my eye.” 

  You laugh as you pull away, your arms staying around his neck to keep him close to you. “Don’t listen to him, baby,” Corbyn says, his mouth right next to your ear. “He’s just jealous because he hasn't been kissed since the third grade.”

  “Fuck you, man,” Jack shoves him lightly and Corbyn laughs, his arms around you tightening slightly. You smile at the interaction between the best friends, your fingers playing with the collar of Corbyn’s black jean jacket. “Hey, Y/n. Since Corbyn over here is refusing to go with me, maybe you will.” Before Jack could ask you whatever it was he was going to ask you, Corbyn pulled away from you and took your hand. 

  “That’s our cue to bail,” he says and tugs you away. You frown and furrow your brows. 

  “Really?” You ask. “Jack was going to ask me something.”   

  “He was just going to invite you to watch a movie that he’s already seen three times. You’re not missing out on much,” he says. “He’d probably spoil the entire thing for you, anyway.”

  “Oh, okay,” you trail off. It wasn’t the first time Corbyn had taken you away from hanging out with his friends. It was actually probably the sixth time it has happened since you two got together. You didn’t want to overthink it but something felt off. Did he not want you to hang out with his friends? Or the guy he’s known his whole life? Was he embarrassed of you?

  Those thoughts ran wild in your head the whole way back to his apartment and you couldn’t help but feel humiliated at the possibility that he had been embarrassed to be seen around you. He did have the tendency to only hang out with you outside your houses when there was no one else around.

  You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but how could you not when it felt so obvious?

-

  “Okay,” Corbyn says as he turns the TV off and looks over at you. “The first one was better, hands down.”

  “No way!” You laugh and nudge him with your elbow. Your previous embarrassment had dissolved and you mentally cursed at yourself for being so foolish. “This one was way better. It had a way better plot.”

  Your ‘argument’ on The Hunger Games vs Catching Fire was cut short at the sound of keys being inserted into the keyhole. Both yours and Corbyn’s head turned at the sound and you watched as Jack walked into the living room. “Hey, guys,” he said as he put his bag down on the floor before sitting beside you on the couch. 

  “Hey, man,” Corbyn said and you smiled at Jack. “How was the movie?”

  “So much better than the first three times I’ve watched it,” he laughs. “What have you two been doing?” 

  “We just finished watching the second movie to The Hunger Games,” Corbyn said as he flipped the TV remote in his hand.  

  “Catching Fire?” Jack asked and you nodded. “I love that one! Way better than the first.”

  “I know, right?” You said and smirked at Corbyn who rolled his eyes. “We were planning on watching the third one. Do you want to watch it with us?” 

  “Sure-” before Jack could finish his sentence, Corbyn sat up and took your hand. 

  “Sorry, man,” he said. “I was actually just going to walk Y/n out.”

  You look down at your lap, the embarrassment from earlier creeping back inside of you. Since when did he ever walk you out? He’d usually just assume you’d want to sleep over.

  “Oh, that’s okay,” Jack said and shifted, sensing the tenseness in the room. “Another time, then.” 

  “Yeah,” Corbyn said but his tone held no truth behind it. 

  “You know what?” You say and take your hand away from his. You lean down and pick up your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you stand up. “I think I’m going to walk myself out.” You bend down to press a quick, hardly there kiss to Corbyn cheek before forcing a smile at Jack and walking to the door. 

  Corbyn and Jack share a look before Corbyn gets up and follows you. You push open the door of the apartment building with more force than needed, hearing it slam against the brick wall. You weren’t oblivious to the sound of fast footsteps behind you nor the calling of your name, but you felt too humiliated to turn around and face him. It wasn’t until you felt a hand on your forearm that you decided to turn around and show off your teary eyes. 

  Corbyn’s brows furrowed and he stepped closer to you. “Baby, what’s wrong? What was that in there?” He asked and gently grabbed your hand. 

  His soft voice and gentle touches make the tears spill over and you verbally scoff at yourself and look to the side. “I don’t know, Corbyn,” you say, some words mumbled as you held back huffs. “I’m not sure what that was.”

  His eyes narrowed, confusion taking over his features. “What do you mean?”

  You shook your head and bit your lip, letting your hand fall limp in his. He noticed and moved it away. “Are you embarrassed of me?” You ask and his eyes widen and his mouth falls open. How could you ever think he was embarrassed of you? As if you could hear his thoughts, you continue. “You never want to see me when there are people around, you don’t let me talk to Jack for more than 2 minutes, you never invite me to go places with you when you know your friends will be there.” You stop and bring your hand up to wipe your tears away, something Corbyn had been wanting to do the second he saw them gather in your eyes. 

  You let out a breath followed by a shudder and blink a few times to rid your eyes of tears. It didn’t work. 

  “Baby, it’s not like that, I swear,” he pleads but you shake your head again and step away from him. “Y/n, please.”

  “It’s fine, Corbyn,” you mutter and this time he shakes his head. “We’re fine. I’m just going to stay at my place tonight. I’ll see you later.” You turned around and began to walk in the direction of your house. 

  Corbyn calls out after you but you pay him no mind, wanting to be alone and drown yourself in pity and wine. 

  “Shit,” he mutters and watches as you walk away, wanting nothing more than to grab you, hold you and apologize for his selfish behaviour recently. He knew he was being nothing short of an asshole, but he thought he had good reasons. 

  He was wrong. Nothing was good when it made you cry and look at him the way you had just minutes before. He tugged at his hair and turned around, walking back into the building where you two were fine not even half an hour ago.

-

  It was your favourite day. It was Saturday. Nothing bad happens on a Saturday, right? 

  You roll over in bed and check your phone. It had gone off multiple times during the night but you gave it no attention, too busy dampening your pillow with salty tears. 

Yesterday 7:43PM

Corbyn I’m sorry, Y/n.

Corbyn Please, can we talk about this?

Corbyn I don’t want you going to sleep mad at me. 

Corbyn We’ll talk tomorrow, goodnight, babe. 

Today 9:58AM

Corbyn Morning..

Corbyn Can we talk?

Corbyn I don’t want to fight with you. 

Corbyn I’m sorry. 

  You sigh and roll over, deciding that you were not ready to see him yet as you felt kind of embarrassed. You scroll through your phone for a few minutes, which quickly turns into over an hour, before finally getting out of bed and heading towards your bathroom. You shower for a good fifteen minutes, letting the water soothe your sore eyes. 

  You step out and onto the mat, drying yourself off before putting on a black t-shirt and light grey sweats. You were brushing through your wet and just about to turn the blow dryer on when you heard four knocks at your door. You set your brush down on the counter and make your way to the door, peeking through the peephole. You see the top of Corbyn’s head, his blond hair messier than usual. He was looking down so you couldn't see his face and you sigh, unlocking and opening the door. 

  “Corbyn, I was going to text you lat-” you cut yourself off with an inaudible gasp. He looked up at you and you felt your heart fall. His left eye was dark purple and swollen, his lower lip was cut and bruised and his nose was a dark shade of red with some blood dripping from it. He had two small cuts, one going through his eyebrow and the other was on the bridge of his nose. You hadn’t noticed the tint of red on the tips of his hair when he had his head down. 

  You bring your hand up to cover your mouth, taking in the beaten, beautiful boy in front of you. He winced as he opened his mouth, the cut opening with it. “I’m sorry about last night. I was stupid and selfish-” you cut him off by leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. 

  He hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. You tighten your hold on him, feeling terrible for ignoring him because of your own insecurities. 

  “Baby,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry for what I did last night.”

  “I don’t care about that,” you say and pull away from him, inspecting his injuries. “What happened?” You whispered and brought your hand up to push back the hair that was resting on his forehead.

  “It’s nothing,” he tries to dismiss his state but you grab his hand, hearing him hiss in pain. You look down and notice the bruised and bloody knuckles on both of his hands. He had been in his fair share of fist fights, for whatever reason, but this was by far the worst you’ve ever seen him after.

  You pull him into the house and lead him over to the couch. You stand on your tippy toes to push on his shoulders so he is sitting. You leave the room for less than thirty seconds before returning with a handful of supplies from your bathroom cabinet. 

  You sit beside him and gently grab one of his hands and place it on your lap. You silently begin to wipe the blood, dirt and gravel from his knuckles, hearing his sharp intakes. You pour peroxide on a cotton pad before gently applying it over the cuts, handing him the bottle as you do so. You do the same to his other hand before moving onto his face. 

  “What happened?” You ask again and start with the deep cut on his lip. He clenches his jaw and lets you finish before answering.

  “It was nothing, really,” he tries again but you give him a look and he sighs, tilting his head at your request so you could clean up the cut on his nose. “It was just a bunch of guys. I guess they saw us fight last night and stood outside my apartment until I left this morning. They were saying how I didn’t deserve someone like you and…” He trails off and you take your hands away from him and set them on your lap. 

  “And what?”

  “And they started to say all these degrading things about you, like how easy you probably were, how much better they can..you know, and how loud you probably are and how tight and I just,” he shook his head, reliving the moment he heard them talk about you like that. “You didn’t deserve that.”

  You look down and play with your fingers. “So, they jumped you?”

  “I threw the first punch but after that it was three against one,” he says and you nod, guilt creeping into you. 

  “I’m sorry,” you say quietly and Corbyn looks over at you in shock, thinking he heard you wrong. “This is all my fault.”

  “What are you talking about?” He asks and moves closer to you, resting his hand on your knee. “None of this is your fault.” 

  You shake your head and gently rest your hand on his. “I shouldn’t have left last night, it was stupid and I-,”

  “Baby, listen to me,” he says sternly. “This isn’t your fault. I’ve been so selfish. I could never be embarrassed of you. I care about you so much. You’re the only person that I’ve ever felt this way about.” 

  You look up at him through teary eyes and he brings his hand up to stroke his thumb on your cheek. 

  “I only hid you from people because I’m scared of losing you. I’m scared you’ll find someone better and leave me,” he confesses. “Even Jack brings these kinds of feelings out of me. He’s my best friend yet he deserves someone like you more than I do. Those guys were right, I don’t deserve you. I’m selfish and I hurt you and that is the last thing I ever want to do to you. I..”

  You listen to every word and move your hand to hold his properly. 

  “I can’t lose you,” he says quietly. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, careful not to disturb his wound. 

  You pull away and rest your forehead on his. “You won’t lose me,” you say and pull back to make eye contact. “Okay? Those guys don’t know a damn thing about you or me or us. We’re a team. I was yours the day we met and I’m yours now. I don’t want anyone but you.”

  Your words reassure him and smiles, not paying attention to the sharp pain because of his cut reopening, and moves to kiss you again. He blindly puts the bottle of peroxide on the coffee table without breaking the kiss. He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap. “I’m sorry,” he says after pulling away. 

  “Me too,” you whisper, gently brushing your fingers across his bruised under eye. He smiles widely before leaning in and capturing your lips in another kiss.

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birthday surprise - a corbyn besson short

I wake up to the smell of french toast and maple syrup being brought to me. I slowly stretch and rub my eyes as my breakfast is placed on the end of the bed by Corbyn’s sister Ashley.

“Happy birthday! Enjoy breakfast!” she says with the biggest smile on her face.

“Thanks, Ash! It smells amazing!”

I stayed at the Besson residence because Corbyn was facetiming from Australia for the last couple of days of the 8 Letters tour. It sucks that he couldn’t be here but I’m happy for him because he’s with the guys doing what he loves the most. I enjoy my breakfast and watch as the birds chirp and the cars go by. I check my social media to find multiple DMs from so many fans and birthday edits which made me so happy. As I’m replying to my DMs and liking and commenting on the edits, I get a message from Corbyn.

My love 💕: Happy birthday beautiful! I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there to celebrate but at least I get to see your gorgeous face! There should be some flowers being delivered to you sometime this afternoon. I love you so much ❤️

Me: Thank you bub! You’re the sweetest! I love you so much 😍

I finish breakfast and bring my dishes to the kitchen where I’m greeted with confetti being poured all over me.

“Happy birthday! Did you enjoy breakfast?” Corbyn’s mum Saskia asked.

“Thank you so much! Yes, it was so good!”

I go to hand her the plate when Jordan decided to blow a party horn and scare the both of us. The plate falls to the ground and smashes into little pieces. The moment Saskia glares at Jordan, he’s running to the laundry to grab a dustpan and brush to clean the mess that was made.

“Go get dressed and do what you need to do, hun. Ashley will then take you to get your hair and nails done for tonight’s birthday dinner”.

I thank her for breakfast again and head up upstairs to freshen up and get dressed. I put on my shoes and head back downstairs where Ashley is waiting, keys in hand. We head to the car and for the hair salon. We walk in and get started on getting all pretty and ready for tonight.

~ TIME SKIP ~

I walk through the door and show off to the family my hair and nails. Compliments were sent my way and I immediately thought of my boyfriend. I just know that he would’ve complimented me until he could no more. Saskia’s phone rings and Corbyn’s name is displayed.

“Hey guys! I miss you all!” Corbyn yells.

The family greets him and he’s all smiles.

“Where’s my beautiful girlfriend at? I wanna see her so bad!”

My name gets called and I come face to face with the man I’ve missed so much.

“Hi, baby!” I gush to my boyfriend and I feel the tears coming.

“There she is! Happy birthday!”

“Thank you. I miss you”, I tell him as I feel the tears escape. I miss him so much and just seeing his face made me emotional.

“Awww I miss you too. Please don’t cry ’cause you’ll make me cry”.

Ashley hands me tissues and I wipe the tears and we all continue to talk to Corbyn when the doorbell rings.

“That must be the flowers!” I gasp and race to the door.

I open the door and my whole body stops moving.

“Hi, baby! Here are your birthday flowers!”

I crash into my boyfriend’s chest and let the tears flow. Corbyn hands the flowers off to Jordan and wraps his arms around me. I look up at him and press a kiss to his lips. He wipes my tears away and closes the gap between us again. It felt so nice to have his lips on mine again. I’ve missed the way his lips feel on mine, the way he tastes and the way our lips move in sync.

“Y-you’re not supposed to be home for another couple of days! How are you here?!” I exclaim and all he does is laugh.

“We finished the last show and I was able to catch the earliest flight out of Melbourne to come and see you on your special day and spend it with you and the family!” he explains and my heart flutters. Having him here made me so happy.

After having our moment, I take him upstairs to my room where I got ready and he talked about how amazing tour was and how much he missed me while he was gone. He mentioned that fans were gushing about how cute we are as a couple which made my smile grow even bigger. So big that it hurt. Knowing that the fans are happy about our relationship made it being in love with Corbyn so much better. After putting my makeup on, I escort Corbyn out of my room and bring Ashley in.

“Hey! Why can’t I stay?! I haven’t seen you in months!” he yells through the closed door.

“I don’t want you to see me in my outfit yet!” I yell back and he groans.

“Fine! I’ll get ready myself and be downstairs waiting! Just know that whatever you wear, it will probably be coming off when we get home!” he yells out before leaving.

“CORBYN MATTHEW BESSON!” I yell out to him and Ashley laughs at my shocked reaction.

I take one final look at myself and head downstairs. Corbyn whips his head around and just watches as I slowly walk down the stairs and towards him.

“What do you think?” I say, spinning around to give him a look at the whole thing.

“Absolutely stunning” he gushes, pulling me in for a sweet kiss.

Saskia takes photos, including one of Corbyn dipping me down and placing yet another kiss on my lips. Hey, I ain’t complaining! His kisses are the best, especially when I haven’t been able to kiss him in months! We head out to the car and drive to the restaurant.

~ AFTER DINNER ~

“Thank you guys so much for spoiling me! You are all so sweet and I really appreciate you guys! And thank you to my amazing boyfriend for surprising me and making this birthday just that extra special. I love you all so much” I gush to the Besson family.

“You love me just a little more though, right?” Corbyn asks and we all laugh.

“Yes, I do” I laugh, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

We arrive back home and walk through the front door. I sit down on the couch and take off my heels. I sigh in relief as my feet touch the soft carpet. Why do heels hurt so much? The world may never know. I go to stand up when I come face to face with the love of my life.

“Sore feet?”

I nod and he picks me up bridal style and takes me to his room.

“Baaaabe! I need to go to my room to take my makeup off and put my pyjamas on!” I whine to him.

“Let me help you, princess,” he says and exits the room.

He comes back with my makeup wipes and my pyjamas which consist of his shirt and my shorts. He takes my makeup off, making sure to not rub too hard and also making sure to be gentle. What a sweetheart! After taking off my makeup, he helps me with my skincare routine and into my pyjamas.

“You know I can still walk, right?”

“I know! But your feet hurt and I wanted to help in some way!”

“You’re the best. I love you”

“I love you more,” he says, placing a kiss on my forehead.

He tucks us into bed and I roll over to face him.

“Thank you for the surprise! I definitely wasn’t expecting it! Thanks for making my birthday special!”

“You’re welcome, princess. Now let me make it even more special”, he whispers to me before giving me a passionate kiss.

Let’s just say that the two of us didn’t get any sleep 😉

#corbyn besson #why don’t we #corbyn besson imagines #why don't we imagines

[21burritoseavey]

My Masterlist

I write fics about why don’t we and harry styles. If you have any requests please let me know, i’d love to make them for you💞💞 

updates: requests are open

you can submit them here, or in the ask box

random fic ideas

One Shots

* = based on songs

Daniel Seavey

1 step forward, 3 steps back *

Daniel and Y/n’s relationship is always up and down.

you were good to me *

Y/n and Daniel deal with their breakup.

where’s my love * Pt.2

Y/n goes missing and Daniel struggles with her being gone.

control  *

Daniel struggles with anxiety, but luckily Y/n’s always there for him.

good memories

Y/n and Daniel have a good time together.

like everybody else *

Being a musician is hard sometimes.

under the weather

Daniel takes care of Y/n while she’s sick.

parents for a day

Y/n and Daniel babysit Lavender for a day.

late night cuddles

Y/n sits on Daniel’s lap while he plays video games.

love these moments

Daniel and Y/n slow dance in the kitchen.

secret relationship

While Daniel livestreams on Instagram, Y/n, his secret girlfriend, sits on his lap.

hollywood fix

Daniel gets interviewed by Hollywood Fix, and tries his best to keep his relationship a secret.

going public

Daniel and Y/n make a TikTok together, and post it, confirming their relationship.

falling like the stars*

Y/n attends her relative’s wedding and she brings Daniel along. While the couple have their first dance, Daniel thinks about his and Y/n’s future wedding.

heather *

Y/n has feelings for Daniel, but when he gets a girlfriend, she slowly loses him.

kissing under the stars

You and Daniel kiss under the stars.

let me take you somewhere quiet

You feel overwhelmed at a house party, Daniel notices and takes you somewhere quiet to calm down. 

move in with me?

Daniel asks you to move in with him. 

moonlight *

Pt.1: Daniel and you have your first kiss.

Pt.2:  Daniel and you spend the morning at the beach.

Pt.3:  Daniel takes you to his hometown to meet his family.

periods suck

periods suck:(

new haircut

Daniel comes back home with a new haircut and sees your reaction.

our hoodie

you’re wearing daniel’s hoodie

making a flower crown at the park:)

giving Daniel flowers when he’s sick:)

‘a very intimate kiss on the forehead/hand’

Jack Avery

wonder * 

Jack and Y/n are best friends, and Jack decides to tell Y/n his true feelings on her birthday.

Disneyland 

Pt.1:  You meet Lavender for the first time. 

Pt.2: You, Jack and Lavender go to Disneyland. 

Corbyn Besson 

here with you

After not seeing her boyfriend for almost 2 years, Y/n’s finally able to go to L.A and see Corbyn.

hard *

When Y/n knocks on Corbyn’s door, he lets her stay the night without an explanation.

how do i tell you?

You and Corbyn are roommates, but recently your friendship hasn’t been the same, little do you know, it’s because he’d developed feelings for you.

midnight snack

You’re hungry at 4am and decide to eat cereal. 

baby-proofing the house

you’re so clumsy that corbyn’s worried you’ll hurt yourself, so he ‘baby-proof’’s the house

Jonah Marais

falling asleep 

You’re reading in bed while Jonah rests his head on your lap, sleeping.

you're safe now

Jonah comes home hurt and bleeding, and you tend to his wounds.

meeting his fans

While you and Jonah are on a date, fans come up and say hi to the both of you.

out in the snow

You and Jonah go out in the snow, and also have a snowball fight. 

letting go

It’s time to let go/ You bring Jonah his stuff back after your breakup.

first sleepover

this request! you spend the night at jonah’s apartment for the first time.

Harry Styles

mornings 

Harry brings you a cup of coffee in the morning while you’re in bed.

I'll miss you

You and Harry say goodbye at the airport because he has to go on tour. 

happy you’re here

While Harry is away on tour, life has been tough and you haven’t been taking care of yourself. When Harry comes back he takes care of you. 

christmas decorations and kisses

You and Harry decorate the Christmas tree and sneak in a kiss under the mistletoe. 

not going anywhere

You’ll always be there for harry/you comfort him when he needs it. 

heaven on earth

you and harry have some icecream at the park.

simple nights

you and Harry get ready for bed.

new year’s kiss

you watch the fireworks outside on new years eve, and at midnight you and Harry have your new year’s kiss.

you’re so warm

that tiktok trend where someone opens up the blanket for another person to cuddle:)

Chapter Series (idek at this point)

Slow Down - Daniel Seavey

Chapter Masterlist

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[jonah-aesthetic]

Splitting my writing pieces and mood boards into their own Masterlists. The line in middle of titles indicates they're in my drafts and only Jonah knows when they'll be released. Happy reading

February 26, 2022

Jonah Marais

Fallin' - Scrapped

That One [One] [Two] [Three] [Four]- Hiatus

Since high school Jonah had a thing for y/n but never thought it was time for them. Now in college after a failed dare Jonah can’t help but throw himself into her life.

Famous [One] [Two] - Discontinued

Harlow and Jonah start fake dating because their managers suggested it . The more time they spent together the more they got to understand one another. Feeling start to develop and eventually they fall in love with each other.

Knotted Mess Black OC

Willow takes a depression bath and asks Jonah for some help to get mats out of her hair.

Patronus [One} [Two}

Having mutual friends doesn’t mean they’re friends. Although after helping his sister out of an unfortunate situation. Jonah offers her a deal she couldn’t give up.

Corbyn Besson

Ice Skating

Corbyn takes you ice skating after you lose Rock, Paper, Scissors. You’re not too excited about it.

Daniel Seavey

Complications

Two best friends happen to be in love with each other. All the boys know and keep telling them that the other is in love with them. None of them believe until the very last second and everything falls apart the next morning.

Jingle Bells

Your best friend since childhood takes you on a sleigh ride. one you’ve only mentioned once to him. With the entire Christmas vibe he brings to life it’s hard for you to keep your feelings at bay for him.

Jack Avery

Whispering Waves

Jack desperately askes y/n, his best friend, to attend a beach day with Lavender and Gabbie over the music festival she's been dying to go to for years.

Little Schemes

Jack’s daughter manages to set him up with the reader, a stranger at the park.

Sensitive

Zach Herron

Gingerbread

Y/N’s successful boyfriend invites her to his to bake Christmas Cookies.

#jonah aesthetic #jonah marais #jonah marais imagines #corbyn besson #corbyn besson imagines #daniel seavey #daniel seavey imagines #jack avery #jack avery imagines #zach herron #zach herron imagines #wdw #wdw imagines #wdw fics #why don't we #why don't we fics #why don't we imagines #masterlist

[blueeyedbesson]

WDW Roleplay OC

Abigail Marie Jarvis

Age: 25 (July 1, 1998)

Occupation: country singer (main career) & photographer (side hustle)

Love Interests:

Corbyn Besson Jonah Marais

(ex boyfriend) (ex boyfeiend)

Other Exes:

Charlie

Gillespie

Austin

North

Barrett

Carnahan

@captainboomaray

#roleplay #roleplay with ray #roleplay character #wdw roleplay

[sxtnct]

Why don't we❣️

#why don't we #jonah marais #jack avery #zach herron #daniel seavey #corbyn besson #hot #holy shit #boys #boyfriend #dessert

[solarsunsimagines]

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

Pairing:  Corbyn Besson x Genderneautral!Reader

Warnings: None Request: Nope

MASTERLIST

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The year was 1994, and the five boys in Why Don’t We, had just gotten the news that they would be headlining the Orpheum - the following year.

As soon as the boys found out, they immediately told their families. Jack, first told his younger sibling, Y/n.

She was beyond excited for the band, she was ready to see her brother get the recognition for everything that he was doing. But most importantly, she was excited for her boyfriend - Corbyn - to finally live out his life long dream.

Y/n had begged Jack, to take her with him to band practice that day. Eventually (after he was bribed with some Candy) he agreed to take her with him.

When they got to Jonah's house, she instantly ran for the studio that the band played in. Without a second thought, she ran and tackled Corbyn - in pure excitement over his big break.

"Good morning to you too." He laughed as he laid on the floor with her.

"Dude, that's my sister." Jack groaned in disgust as Corbyn pecked Y/n lips.

"Don't pretend like you don't do that to your poster of Leonardo DiCaprio, Jack."

He gave her a dirty look, as all the boys got into place - with Y/n sitting on the couch, opposite the boys.

They started playing their song "my name is Jack" and Y/n couldn't help but bop her head along to the rhythm of the drums.

Every so often, Corbyn would look at Y/n and wink at them, earning a giggling fit from his Partner.

The boys always got lost in the music, it was as if they were the only ones in the room - when they played. It was inspiring to see what kind of emotions they could convey, through a few simple notes.

Y/n couldn't help but imagine what it would be like, as they watched her brother and boyfriend, on stage at the Orpheum. they realized that things were probably going to change when they finally played there, they were going to get famous, and obviously they wouldn't try stop that, but it was a sad fact, that the boys would be different to who they are now.

Their mind went to dark places, influenced by things that they had heard about people in the music industry, some dark things that went on behind closed doors. they didn't want that for their friends, but how could they stop that? their breathing became unsteady, their eye sight blurred, and everything just seemed to close down on them all at once.

Eventually, the boys stopped playing, and turned their attention to the hyperventilating person that was sat on the couch. corbyn was the first one at their side. Rubbing their back and talking slowly to them - to calm them down.

The other boys sat down in front of them, just hoping that they would calm down soon, and everything would be okay.

"You're okay, I promise, just try breath slowly for me." Corbyn whispered in their ear.

They soon started to catch their breath, as corbyn talked about going to the beach after practice, and getting some ice cream too.

"Are you okay?" Jack asks, resting his chin on their leg.

"Yeah I'm fine. I was just over thinking." their voice was wobbly, but still audible. Corbyn never stopped rubbing their back, as they spoke.

"I know we're good artists, but who knew we could make you so breathless." Corbyn teased.

"I did it so you would finally stop playing." Y/n hit back, earning  a high-five from the four other boys.

Jonah went to fetch them some water, while the other boys told embarrassing stories about each other.

When Jonah came back, Alex had asked them about what they was thinking about, and after they confessed their fears, they all gave up on band practice, and decided to spend a day together at the pier.

They all tried to convince themselves that they wouldn't change, and that they would always be the way they are now, but nobody ever expected things to change so drastically as they did - the night of the Orpheum.

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