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calsgirll · 4 years

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Paris - Ashton Irwin

Ashton Irwin X Reader

word count: 1711

authors note: this is based around the song Paris by the chainsmokers! I heard the song for this first time in a while and this immediately hit me so here it is!❤️

We were staying in Paris To get away from your parents

It had been a rough year for you and Ashton, with him on tour and you still living at home with your parents. You felt like he’d had no time for you since he started touring with the guys. Due to your past relationships your brain didn’t settle thinking of all the things he could be doing and you wouldn’t even know. One morning you woke up to the sound of your phone going crazy with text messages from the whole band telling you to open your front door. As you padded downstairs at 3am you tried to keep it quiet knowing your parents where probably asleep, you unlatched the door and peeked out not knowing what it would be and being very wary but you looked down and all you saw was a heart shaped foil balloon with a note and rose attached. You picked it up reading the note which said

‘pack your bags and be ready for 6 am. We’re going somewhere special’- Ash

you smiled rubbing your thumb over the small sticker of the Eiffel tower in the corner of the note.

And I thought, "Wow If I could take this in a shot right now I don't think that we could work this out"

“fuck you ash” you scream at him throwing a mug at the wall in anger “are you serious right now y/n, you really believe a few shitty rumours you saw on twitter?” Ashton asks trying to keep calm while you stand in front of him with puffy eyes and damp cheeks “the paparazzi has photos of you leaving a club with her what am I supposed to think” you say trying to collect yourself “do you trust me at all? Because I’m starting to get the hint that you don’t. you knew what you were getting into when we started dating” he snaps back at you now visibly angry at the fact you’re questioning his fidelity. You grab his hand as he tries to walk out “Ash im sorry, it just gets a lot knowing your out there being an amazing drummer with millions of girls throwing themselves at you” you squeak trying to hold in the tears that are threatening to fall any second, he looks at you with a sympathetic smile and sighs “I know its hard not being together all the time but please stay strong because you know I love you” he pulls you into his large frame.

It felt like that was yesterday, the first real fight you’d both had with each other. It was almost as if it was like a polaroid that was constantly hung up in your head. You where so grateful for him and the fact he stayed with you and allowed you both to get to this point.

Out on the terrace I don't know if it's fair but I thought "How Could I let you fall by yourself While I'm wasted with someone else"

Ashton glanced around at the Paris skyline as you both sat on the balcony. The glimmering Eiffel tower caught his eye, a thought popped into his head as he stifled a giggle you looked at him confused as to what he was so amused about “are you a tower? because Eiffel for you” he says with a smug smirk on his face like he’d came up with the line. You smile at him knowing how much of a idiot he was, you were both glad you had this time together, it felt like you were in a relationship with a ghost as he was almost never home and you were waiting around for someone who was out there with a load of other people probably not even having a second thought about you but he was extremely quick to reassure you that wasn’t the case and if it was as much as it would hurt you both he would break it off knowing that it wouldn’t be fair to you.

If we go down then we go down together They'll say you could do anything They'll say that I was clever

You sipped your latte as you sat on a small metal table in front of a small café. Ashton’s scrolling through his phone while you admire the city around you “what are we gonna do today?” you ask Ash like he’s your personal tour guide since he’s been here before. “whatever you want to do, anything you can think of we’ll do it” he says looking up from his phone and squinting when the harsh sunlight hits his hazel eyes. His eyes where like honey in the sun, he always claimed he hated the colour of his eyes whereas you believed they were the most amazing things you’d ever seen “you know I’m bad at making decisions Irwin” you smirk at him “we could go to the Louvre?” he looks up at you once again, you hum in response as you take another sip of your latte “even though they don’t have the best masterpiece, you” he snickered you kicked his shin under the table “youre so lame you know” you state he nods his head gazing back down at his phone.

You look so proud Standing there with a frown and a cigarette Posting pictures of yourself on the internet

You snapped a shot of Ashton next to the Eiffel tower he looked amazing as always he stays stood in the same spot for a while just staring at you, cigarette between your fingers fumbling with your phone he presumed you were adding filters etc. to the picture you just took he strolled over to you resting his chin on your shoulder watching your phone as you tap away at different things trying to make the picture match the theme of your Instagram. As you add the finishing touches to the photo you switch to Instagram before stamping out your cigarette and post it with a rose emoji as the caption and tagging him in it. He turns his head placing a kiss on your cheek “I love you so much” he states, you turn around facing him putting your hand inside his leather jacket wrapping them tightly around his waist “I love you too Ash, thank you” you say breathing in his citrusy cologne “thank you for what?” he asks with a confused look on his face “just being you and sticking with me through all my crazy meltdowns, there’s no one else id rather be with here than you” you say, you feel him kiss the top of your head as he holds you even tighter.

Out on the terrace We breathe in the air of this small town On our own cuttin' class for the thrill of it

Getting drunk on the past we were livin' in

You and Ashton found yourselves back out on the balcony in only your robes in a comfortable silence, tipsy and tired. Your mind began to wonder to where it all started.

“no you didn’t even get close to the bullseye, take a shot” you laugh as you watch him swallow down another shot after missing a dart yet again “I’m starting to think you’re cheating” he mutters “how can you even cheat in darts? You’re just a sore loser who’s to drunk to know I’m the best darts player ever” you giggle slightly slurring your words. It was nearly 2 am and all your friends had left after a drunken night of embarrassing ourselves which left you in a bar on your own with the one and only Ashton Irwin who you recognised from that one underwear song a few years back. He was quick to correct you that it was called she looks so perfect and was also quick to tell you he had changed a lot since then. You both started talking also noticing how his friends also left one bye one “and then there where two” he giggles “I guess so what are the plans then” you ask him sipping the tiny straws that are floating in your mojito glass “back to my hotel to watch some shitty lifetime movie?” he ask studying your face to see your reaction by the way it lit up he knew that you were in “watching shitty lifetime movies is actually my favourite past time” you say grabbing your bag and drinking the last of your cocktail.

You thought it was strange how that one night you spent with him ended up becoming such an amazing relationship. Youre glad it happened so naturally because online dating wasn’t your thing it felt kinda forced. The story was definitely one to tell the grandchildren you though smiling looking down at the empty beer bottle in your hand.

We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are better

It was your last night in Paris and you and Ashton decided to go on a walk around the beautiful city, it was almost 9pm and the sky was sparkling almost as much as the Eiffel tower in front of you “shall we go up?” Ashton asks quietly “Ash you know I’m afraid of heights” you whined wondering why your boyfriend would ask such a dumb question after knowing you for so long “come on please it’ll be worth it I promise” he pleads and after around 10 minutes of bargaining you find yourself half way up the tower waiting to get to the top. Your tight grip on Ashtons hand not releasing in fear you may just drop and fall without his strong arm holding you. You make it to the top and see the twinkling city which makes you forget how high up you are because of its beauty. You speed walk to railing wanting to get a closer look not noticing Ashton wasn’t by your side anymore “Ash have you seen how beautiful this is?” you ask expecting him to come to your side but he didn’t “ashton?” you say turning around to find him down on one knee with the biggest smile on his face ever. Your hands instantly fly to cover your mouth which was agape in shock. “y/n will you marry me?”

#Ashton irwin #ashtonirwin #Ashton Irwin fic #Ashton Irwin fanfction #Ashton x reader #Ashton Irwin x reader #Ashton Irwin rec #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #Michael clifford #Luke hemmings #Ashton Irwin fluff #Ashton

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stagnot · 5 years

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POST REJECTION: FIVE TIMES SOMEONE ASKS GENDRY A QUESTION AND HE ISN’T SURE OF THE ANSWER, AND THE ONE TIME HE IS.

for @xneedlepoint because i guess we love pain ????

“ye’ sure ye’ want t’ do this?” mya asks.

gendry isn’t really listening to her. the sound of the coffee is still brewing behind them. gendry hasn’t showered yet. he doesn’t like not having showered yet. he was supposed to go to work, check out his emails for new projects or the red keep, and she was supposed to come on over if she hasn’t already filled her schedules with spending them with her family. her snapchat video that she sent of her and bran at the dog park has been something he rewinds so many times, he’s certain his phone stopped workin’ with how much he’s exhausted it.

but that isn’t true. it stopped workin’ ‘cause gendry never really charged it again. the new phone — huawei, not iphone because they’re rubbish, gen, edric had argued when he had come over the other day, and they’re only robbin’ you off your money, is all — is sitting there idly where mya had plugged it in. it’s purple in colour. gendry doesn’t know why it’s purple in colour. he wants t’ take a picture of it and watch her laugh her arse off before lyin’ through her teeth about how maybe he could pull a purple phone off. he couldn’t, and they both know it, but he’ll tell her the password for everything on it, anyways. it’s his now, as much as it’s hers.

except it isn’t. not anymore.

gendry runs a hand down his face. he wants tea more than coffee, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell mya that after she drove all the way from the vale — again — just to take care of him for the third time this week.

“no.” gendry says, voice cracking a little bit, “but i 'ave to.”

she’s leaving in a few days but everything about this place still reminds him of her. gendry isn’t sure, but the boxes are coming in anyways. uncle renly’s letter of the new job is in a file he keeps along with other documents his mother wouldn’t have cared much for and tobho mott would’ve hid away only to forget if he asks. the moving truck has been called, and the new tenant have already approved of gendry and is waiting, he is, on the date they’ve agreed he’ll come. gendry isn’t sure, no, never - but he has to be.

ii.

“you sure you’re alright on your own?”

loras is kind. maybe a bit too kind. gendry doesn’t mind kindness. stormlands is different than king’s landing. the land of it is only slightly older, but already the architecture and landmark of the place showcases more ancient structure and olden streets. they’re very well maintained though, and the culture so far is way homelier than the slums of fleabottom had been. gendry likes it. but he’s alone. lately, always so alone. and loras is kind, gendry knows that, but how kind can loras be if gendry starts shaking his head and beg, plead, cry to never leave him like this: in a vacant house with only half-a-bed made and boxes of his life stacked one by one, spilling into every corner, and a heartbreak the size of her planted at the heart of his chest?

maybe not so kind.

it’s a good thing gendry’s never been much of a sharer. aye, true, he wears his emotions easily on his sleeve, he’s been told - but he can be quite stubborn in making sure his mouth is shut when he wants them to be.

gendry only ever told arya everythin’, hot pie had said once when they had a pizza-and-bad-movie night. they called it that because lommy would google the top hundred worst movie’s ever made and they would all collectively groan and cuss at the extremely horrible movie effects. gendry had thought it was absolutely bonkers that anybody would ever spent time watchin’ films that have been rated and reviewed so negatively - until he realises the simple activity o’ it was quite therapeutic.

i bet there isn’t one thing gendry’s never told her about before.

gendry looks at loras now, blinking. by the door, he can catch uncle renly’s shadow as he animatedly talks into the phone. they’ve actually got a date night, the both of them, by seven. renly’s assistant had double-booked and jumbled the schedules between a free day and the day they were supposed to help gendry moved in. gendry’s been told it’s an exclusive restaurant that’s difficult to secure a reservation for, but they can, if they have to. we’ve given them fake names for security sake, but m’sure if one of us reveals our true names, we might be able to shuffle a few things around, loras said, confident and charming, but gendry had felt bad anyways.

“don’t worry about me. have fun. both o’ you.”

when the door shuts and the scenery of the new city stares back at gendry, he thinks about this one thing hot pie is wrong about.

iii.

“who’s this?”

gendry has no idea how he’d agreed letting the crew in. he’d only been working for six months, going seven, and while he isn’t quite actively hated as he’d predicted he would’ve been - gendry isn’t quite the sort, no, to just have offered his place as a venue of hangin’ out. yet, it’s three am and beers are being passed around as if gendry’s been anticipating this turn of event all along. jimmy burps so loud in the livin’ room that the ripples o’ it in the air shakes the wall, gendry thinks, and garland uploads the video on his instagram story.

it isn’t too bad of a night, no matter how much gendry thinks he might regret this thought later, until linda starts pickin’ at his drawers.

linda is pretty. dark hair and wide, curious eyes. she manages a lot of their projects and makes sure all of the steel the team is expected to create goes according to what the client wants. when the team makes a mistake, linda is swift in defending her co-workers. when linda showed up one day with a different shade of lipstick, gendry had told her she looked nice. linda blushed so high up her pale cheeks that gendry believes he spent the next five minutes mirroring her actions and thinking he’d said somethin’ wrong.

“nobody.” gendry lies. in the polaroid picture, arya is over his shoulder. gendry is laughing. in his ears, he can hear her laughing with him too. the corner of his mouth is covered in the frosting where arya has smeared her seventeeth-birthday cake. he looked ridiculous. arya was wearing that skinny jeans that he liked. “a friend. old one.”

“what happened?” linda puts the polaroid away, turns to him. gendry is suddenly aware that she’s on his bed. open. vulnerable.

“we grew up.”

i asked her to stay, and she didn’t want t’.

“i moved away.”

“ah. that happens.” linda starts talking about a high school friend that she loved but had to be separated away from. she’s got a few kids now, if you can believe that, linda adds. sent me christmas cards and everythin’, but it’s never the same, y’know? no. gendry doesn’t know. because linda doesn’t understand. nobody does. arya isn’t - some high school friend that he had a fallin’ out with. isn’t some girl that he shagged or dated a few times but it all went wrong. she was - everything. she was his best friend, she was his only friend sometimes, and he fucked it all up. got drunk and misty-eyed and bloody proposed when he’d never as much taken her on a damn date or asked her if she has even liked him like that. she’s gone now and gendry can never have her back.

linda and the crew leaves. gendry learns to always lock his door when there are guests around.

iv.

“do you know what date it is t’day, mate?”

gendry sucks in the cigarette, squints. when he huffs out the smoke, he pretends it’s all the bad particles of the activity that’s killing him. not his own chest caving its bones in towards his heart at the reminder.

her birthday her birthday her birthday her birthday her birthday—

he shakes his head. “no.”

[Are you sure you want to delete this?]

the message on the phone blinks back at him.

gendry’s eyes are blurry from staring at all of the messages that he never sent.

[Sick view. Bet you wish ur here.]

[Bad day. Want to see that vide of you falling on your arse. Or fencing :( ]

[Got the gas in today. You coming to try cooking at mine for once, right?]

[Hope your day’s better.]

[Rough time. Tom’s sick. Work got heavy. Haven’t shaved. I’m hungry.]

[Wish you’d call. Wish you’d know this number.]

[I shouldn’t have said what I said. I’m a bloody idiot. Forgive me?]

[Should’ve sent you off like I promised.]

[Tried baking. Didn’t turn out bad. Hot Pie seems satisfied.]

[Lommy called. He wanted to come visit. We’re watching Exorcist II: The Heretic. It’s supposed to be REALLY BAD. Maybe we can stream it together. Like one of those conference calls.]

[Rita was harsh today. Tired. Might hit the gym before I hit a person.]

[Did you see the new Gucci commercial? Sick, wasn’t it? Think I should grow out my hair like Jared Leto?]

[None of the girls I met would want to kick my arse like you do.]

[Come back. I’m sorry. I’m stupid.]

[Arya.]

gendry bites his lips. are you sure you want to delete this? he reads it again. gendry presses no.

+ i.

“are you alright now?” myrcella asks, eyes wide and voice small. gendry hadn’t seen her in months. maybe a full year. her hair’s grown. “i’m really, really sorry, you know.”

“i know.” gendry smiles. he reaches out one hand to her head. brings her in and kisses her temple. myrcella hugs him back. They stay like that for two minutes. He wonders how the queen would react if she found out. gendry hopes she won’t ever.

“but i’ve lost my best friend, ‘cella. don’t think it’s something i’ll ever be alright with.”

“i understand.” she says, squeezing him back.

she doesn’t, but gendry accepts it anyway.

he wants to tell her that he’s beginning to forget arya’s number. the other day he was repeating it back to himself and he mixed up three of the digits. three. it’s not - exceptional. but it’s something. a progress. a slow one. but it’s happening. gendry doesn’t say anything though. it hadn’t felt like a victory - no matter how much gendry wanted it to be.

he sits through the dinner regardless, eyes always watching out for arya - but no. she’s not there. not anymore. the steak gendry was served tastes a little bland.

#xneedlepoint #GOD THIS WAS SO LONG #BUT HAVE THIS #CAUSE I #HAVE FEELINGS OKAY #IC DRABBLE.

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taegienthusiasts · 6 years

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BTS Reaction [Happy Birthday]

Request: “rn i studying in tokyo and honestly i would like to see bts’ concerts when they release the dates (bcs honestly they will surely come to japan amirite. the fanbase is enormous so) and from the way the dates have been released lately, it might end up on my birthday or something if I manage to go (i’m november saggy so :)) and I was thinking! how do you think it would go like if while at a fansign one of the fans told them it was their bday on that date? thanks! (reactions are fine? sory im new)”

Author’s Note: This request is so cute and I’m really happy to do it because like could you fucking imagine meeting bts on your birthday?! Like boi, I would piss myself. I was born in February and Eggy was born in June. When are your guys’ birthdays? XOXO Reggie P.s These are kinda short, I’m sorry.

Seokjin:

You could hear Jin’s laugh from all the way across the room while you waited in line. You couldn’t believe you were actually here meeting your idols. Jin was the first at the table and you were growing more nervous by the second. As you approached your turn, you caught his glance and the two of you blushed. He winked at you then and you felt your heart skip like three beats.

You sat down across from Jin and tried to calm your nerves. He was breath taking. Dressed in that white T-shirt (You know the shirt) and black jeans, he took your hand and said hello. He looked down at the table and then back up at you.

“Happy birthday, what’s your name cutie?” you fumbled, did he just call you cute?

“I’m (Y/N), wait how did you know today was my birthday oh my god are you a psychic?” he giggled first before pointing down to your shirt. You looked down only to find the Birthday Girl pin your best friend had put on you this morning as a joke, but you had forgotten to take it off. “Jesus Christ! I’m going to kill (Y/F/N) when I get home!” Jin couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were being. He thought it was adorable that you were flustered over a silly pin.

The two of you laughed for the remainder of the time and before you left you took a picture with him. But as you were getting to move to Yoongi, Jin grabbed your hand and asked if he could take a picture of the two of you on his phone. You agreed and after taking the picture he thanked you and you moved along the line.

After the fan sign, you met back up with your best friend at your favorite restaurant. Browsing through Instagram and twitter you gasped.

“Holy Fucking Shit!” you looked down at your twitter feed only to find that Jin had just posted the photo of the two of you with the caption “Happy Birthday, Pin Girl” with a bunch of hearts next to it.

Yoongi: (I’m sorry Yoongi’s is short. I ran out of energy)

Yoongi pulled out finger hearts from his jacket when he found out it was your birthday.

“Why don’t you like celebrating your birthday (Y/N)?” he asked as he fixed his hair and took your hand in his. You noticed how big Yoongi’s hands were when he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Oh, I umm...well I just never celebrated it as a kid much.” He frowned at the statement. He wanted you to have the best birthday you could because he knew how it felt to not like birthdays. Thinking of ways to make you smile, Yoongi bit his top lip deep in thought. You giggled at how fucking cute he looked. When he noticed your laughter he smiled.

“You’re really beautiful you know?” You almost started dry heaving at his words. Yoongi brushed your hair back with his hand and booped your nose.

“So pretty.” He was blushing and you felt your hands start to shake.

Namjoon: (This boi would fucking UWU so hard)

You and Namjoon had spent the majority of the time talking about books you both liked, the darkness behind the album and how different it was from their previous work.

“Yeah, the album dropped on my birthday and it was literally the best birthday present...” You babbled on about the album but Namjoon caught your words and his eyes lit up.

“Oh my god, it was you birthday when the album dropped?” Namjoon’s face scrunched together and you could see his excitement. You nodded your head yes and he reached over to grab your hand. “I’m trying to think of a birthday present for you.” He did that little laugh thing that he does and reached down under the table for a blank piece of paper.

When he was done he handed you back the piece of paper. You looked down and saw it titled “Book Suggestions for (Y/N) by Namjoon”. You smiled and thanked him, placing the small note in your purse.

When you finally got home after the meet and greet and concert, you took out the paper Namjoon had given you. You read some of the suggestions on his list and after carefully reading them you noticed something. The first letter of each book title spelled out a message. You were sitting on the floor of your bedroom laughing so hard. I love you.

Hoseok: (This boi is literally the sweetest thing ever)

When you told Hobi that it was your birthday he almost jumped out of his seat. He started talking to himself, whispering questions like what he could give you right then.

“Hoseok, you don’t have to get me anything. Meeting you is a present in itself.” You smiled at him.

“Everyone needs a gift on their birthday though. WAIT, STAY THERE.” And with that he stood up and ran back stage. When he came back he was holding a light blue Polaroid camera and you couldn’t hold back your laughter.

“What do you want to do for the picture?” He asked and you got all flustered, shaking your hands in front of you and nodding your head no.

“Ahh, I don’t know, I don’t know.” Hobi leaned over to you and positioned the camera in front of you two. You posed with your cheeks smooshed together and you could already tell the picture would show your blushing cheeks. Hobi laughed and just before the flash went off he kissed your cheek and the shutter clicked.

“Happy birthday cutie.”

Jimin:

Jimin was nervous from the moment he saw you waiting in line. The second he saw your floral printed dress and fluffy hair he was hooked. He leaned over to Hoseok, and whispered.

“She’s so pretty, holy shit.” Hoseok looked over to where he was staring and laughed.

“Shit, you right. Maybe you’re her bias, Jimin.”

The line moved forward and the realization that you were going to meet bts settled in. When it was finally your turn you cleared your head and tried to act as calm as possible. When you finally reached Jimin, Hoseok gave you a look and hinted something that you couldn’t quite put together. Jimin noticed Hoseok’s hidden message and lightly hit the older member. Jimin turned to look at you and his heart almost ripped out of his chest. Fuck she’s even prettier up close, his mind was racing and he was starting to sweat. He noticed your shaking hands and took them into his.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” he giggled the irony of the situation slapping him in the face. “What’s your name?” You smiled back at him trying to swallow your nerves.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry I’m nervous but you’re my favorite and your voice is just so beautiful and I love you.” Your whole body started shaking and Jimin almost melted. Just then, Hoseok leaned over to Jimin and whispered something in his ear. Jimin’s eyes lit up in shock.

“Oh my god, it’s your birthday?!” he was ecstatic, and you flinched when he put his hands up in the air and around you. Jimin pulled you into a hug and squeezed you close to him. As he pulled away you could have sworn he whispered something under his breath. You blushed and he knew you had heard him.

“You really pretty too, Jimin.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung played with your fingers as you knelt across from him asking questions and talking about Love Yourself: Tear. He was enthralled in you. He wouldn’t admit it, but even the other boys took notice to how he wouldn’t look away from your face. Taehyung’s eyes lit up as you spoke about how much you loved his voice and what the album meant to you.

“I love the messages in each of the songs and I the story line and visuals are just amazing. This is the best birthday ever!” You giggled as you spoke, blushing at how transparent you were being. Even you knew that you were being too talkative, but he didn’t mind. Taehyung perked up at the last part of your rambling.

“Is today your birthday?”

“Oh, yeah it is. I saw that you had tickets available a while back and I noticed that the meet and greet fell on my birthday. I used like three paychecks just to buy them but I’m so glad I did.” You laughed, you didn’t know why you had told him about your paycheck, he didn’t need to know that you worked at some gross office. But he sat and listened nonetheless.

“I’m glad you did too.” You noticed the boys cheeks turn red in a flush and were surprised to see him blushing. Without thinking you reached out with your free hand and poked his squishy cheek. His eyes widened, startled. He let go of your hand and placed it on the side of your face so he was now cupping your cheeks in his hands. Now it was your turn to blush. Fuck Fuck Fuck is this really happening, your stream of conscious raced.

“Happy birthday (Y/N).” He whispered and your heart melted.

Get her number get her number get her number, he whispered to himself.

Jungkook:

You were nervous, and Jungkook could tell. It wasn’t everyday that you were able to meet the members of Bts. It just so happened that the day of the meet and greet fell on your birthday, and your best friend had surprised you with tickets. Your best friend stood next to you, introducing herself to Yoongi. She glanced over and saw your panicked expression. She giggled, noticing that Jungkook had grabbed your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours causing you to go cherry red. She said some words to Yoongi and you focused your attention back to Jungkook.

“Is that your friend?” he asked squeezing your hand playfully. You gulped unable to get the words out. Finally all you managed to do was nod your head. He laughed and looked up into your eyes. So fucking cute I’m gonna die. The words raced through your head. You wondered if Jungkook new what he was doing to you. As he signed your album (still holding your hand btw) your friend leaned over to your side and caught his attention. She was holding Yoongi’s hand and you were jealous that she was taking this so much better than you. Jungkook looked over and smiled almost asking her what she was going to say she spoke.

“It’s (Y/N)’s birthday today.” Jungkook’s eyes lit up and you yelled your friends name. He laughed at how unbelievably cute you were when you were flustered.

“Was this a birthday present from your friend?” his smile never left his face and you blushed...again.

“Yeah, she surprised me with tickets.” you were babbling, twirling your hair with your free hand. Jungkook’s mind was racing. Soo adorable. He tried to hold in his butterflies but he couldn’t. When he finished signing your album, he let go of you hand and pulled you into a hug across the narrow table.

“Happy birthday, cutie” he whispered loud enough for only you and your best friend to hear.

I’ve got to find her again, he thought to himself.

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allmyloveavery · 6 years

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wherever you are ~ c.b

A/N: The first part of this is gonna be your point of view and then it switches to Corbyn. The italic parts are song lyrics. anyway, I love this song so much and I hope I did it justice with the story. this is almost 2k words so i put a read more lmao. quick disclaimer this is just fiction and based on song lyrics don’t come at me pls

ps: I’m so sorry this took so long holy crap this request has been sitting in my inbox for ages.

Requested: yes

Summary: basically the plot of the song wherever you are by 5sos but if you don’t know what that’s about I’m gonna give a quick summary anyway. You and Corbyn break up and he leaves you heartbroken. You fly back home and time passes but he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

You drove into the airport parking lot, with tears burning in your eyes you parked your car and sat there for a minute staring through the window. You couldn’t take it any longer, the feeling of tears burning behind your eyes turned into a complete waterfall of tears streaming down your cheeks. Usually, you weren’t one to cry but today, your spirit, hope, and dreams had been shattered in just a matter of seconds. You lay your head on your arms that were crossed over the steering wheel and you felt the tears stain your sleeve.

On the backseat of your car, there’s a faint buzzing sound, it’s your phone, but you can’t even hear it over your violent sobbing. In between sobs you manage to let out your anger and scream as you slam the steering wheel with both of your hands. “It was a mistake coming here” you say as you look through your bag for some tissues to clean up the mess that this sobbing session had created. You check yourself out in your mirror and rub your eyes one last time before grabbing your stuff and walking inside the airport. One more glance over your shoulder at the sun setting in L.A before you step foot inside the airport and you leave forever. As you walk towards your gate you grab your phone and dial your mom’s number. “Hi mom” you almost break down after this and you hear the voice of your concerned mom on the other side of the line, asking you if you’re okay. “I’m coming home.” It stays silent on your mom’s side of the line. It’s like you can’t even react to anything and like everything is moving in slow-motion. You hear your mom say that she’ll pick you up at the airport in your hometown if you text her the time you land and that you’ll be alright and she loves you. All you manage to get out in response is an almost muted “okay” as you stare at your gate before boarding.

You got on the plane and looked for your spot. When you finally found it and sat down you saw the missed calls from your now ex-boyfriend. As much as it pains you to do it, you decide it’s for the best. You open your contacts on your phone and scroll to his name. “delete contact” you hesitate for a second but end up clicking it. Tears well up in your eyes as you shut down your phone looking out the window, waiting for the plane to take you back home.

“For a while we pretended That we never had to end it But we knew we’d have to say goodbye You were crying at the airport When they finally closed the plane door I could barely hold it all inside”

He was driving on the freeway, one hand on the steering wheel, the other to his ear trying to call you for the fourth time. “come on y/n, pick up the phone…please” The boy makes his way to the airport as fast as possible. It’s a race against the clock to make it there before you board and you’re gone forever. Jonah is sitting in the passenger side and gives Corbyn a sympathetic look as he watches him dial your number once again muttering “please pick up, babe, this was a mistake” to himself. “Dude it’s no use, she’s not gonna pick up. You broke her heart, she probably doesn’t even want to talk to you right now.“ When you don’t pick up the sixth time he throws his phone on the backseat. “I have to talk to her, Jonah. I have to.”

They pull up in the parking lot and Corbyn doesn’t even bother to lock the car. He jumps out of the car sprinting towards the doors of the main entrance. Once he’s inside he frantically looks for your flight on the boards, but he can’t find it. As he’s running towards the service desk to ask where you’re boarding there’s an announcement over the intercom. “Boarding for the flight KL601 is closed.” Corbyn’s heart sinks into his chest and his eyes fall down as he stops running. “I’m too late.”

His entire body got washed over by defeat as he slowly made his way back to the car. His chest felt heavy and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or scream. As he walked up to his car he saw Jonah sitting in the passenger’s seat, patiently waiting for him. Once Jonah spots his friend he gets out of the car. “You didn’t make it in time?” he asks as he walks up to his friend to give him a hug. Corbyn can’t even bring himself to answer because he knows he’ll break down, so he just shakes his head. “I’m sorry, buddy.”

Exactly three months had passed since you left L.A and went back home. It was about 3 am but he couldn’t sleep. He’d been up all night thinking of you. He tried so hard to fall asleep but he just missed you too much. He grabbed his phone searching through his contacts until he got to your name. His finger hovered over the number and the calling button for a few seconds. “I shouldn’t. It’s better this way.” He sighs and shuts off his phone.

“Torn in two And I know I shouldn’t tell you But I just can’t stop thinking of you Wherever you are You Wherever you are Every night I almost call you Just to say it always will be you Wherever you are”

He looked at the bulletin board on his desk. You may have been gone but the memories weren’t. The board was filled with Polaroid’s of the two of you, little notes and postcards you had given him throughout the relationship. He knew he should probably get rid of them or at least put them away somewhere he wasn’t reminded of the painful fact that half of his heart was missing. He grabbed his favorite polaroid picture from the board. It was a picture he took of you when you were out on a date for Valentine’s Day because he thought you looked so pretty and he was a lucky guy. He felt tears well up in the back of his eyes and fought the urge to cry. He holds the picture up, looking at it for a while. “I miss you.”

“I could fly a thousand oceans But there’s nothing that compares to What we had, and so I walk alone”

The thought of booking a plane ticket and just flying to you to say he’s sorry and ask you to come back home, to him, in L.A, had crossed his mind almost every night. Yesterday he almost did, but he refrained. You’d probably turn him down anyway. He sighed at the thought. He missed everything about you, your touch, playing with your hair, your laugh, the way you would do a little dance if you were excited about something, the back and forth quoting of your favorite vines, you sending him memes in the middle of the night saying “this reminded me of you”. He’d give anything to just hold you in his arms one more time.

The next morning he scrolled through his Instagram and saw that you had posted something. You hadn’t posted anything ever since you left L.A, except for a picture with your two best friends hugging them, captioned: “I missed my girls.” The picture you had posted was a selfie of you and some guy at a club with drinks in your hands both smiling and looking happy. The picture was captioned: “@ScottH the man, the myth, the legend.”

“I wish I didn’t have to be gone Maybe you’ve already moved on But the truth is I don’t want to know”

Corbyn clicked the tag in the picture you gave Scott and went to his account. He found the same pic you had posted and saw that you had commented a heart under the picture. He wondered if you had moved on but couldn’t bring himself to think about it any longer. The thought of you being over him and with someone else pained him deep in his soul.

He went to his Spotify playlist and found the playlists you had made him over the course of the relationship. “Mixtape I for my sunshine’, ‘songs that remind me of you II’, ‘mixtape for the bean III” He looked at the titles with a soft smile on his face. From time to time he would still listen to them, like reading an old love letter. Almost as if in a desperate attempt to cling to you, hoping that one day you would come back.

It was one of those days on which he lied awake until four in the morning thinking about you, so he plugged in his earphones and played the very first mixtape you made him in an attempt to feel something and fill the void in his heart.

“You can say we’ll be together Someday Nothing lasts forever Nothing stays the same So why can’t I stop feeling this way Torn in two And I know I shouldn’t tell you But I just can’t stop thinking of you Wherever you are You Wherever you are”

What he didn’t know was that you still listened to his mixtapes every once in a while too. Even though you deleted his number, you had it memorized and you thought about calling him every now and then, but just like Corbyn, you thought it was probably better this way.

“Every night I almost call you Just to say it always will be you Wherever you are”

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