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ohholyfanfics · 6 years ago

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Hard|Corbyn Besson

Series: 8 Letters by Why Don’t We

Title: Hard

Song(s): Hard by Why Don’t We

Warning(s): None

Summary: Where he’s tired of being her second choice

He shouldn’t be feeling the feelings he felt, he knew things like this doesn't usually work out. He also knew it was bound to happening, maybe that's way he was glad he wasn't always around and the fact that she had started to see someone. It all sorta happened to fast one moment he wanted nothing more than for her to be happy and the second he wanted to be the one brining her an endless amount of joy. He started to cave the feeling of her hands on his skin, the sound of her sweet voice at ever moment of every day. He feel and boy did Corbyn fall hard.

He tried to convince himself that he didn’t care if she showed up tonight or not, that even if she did he wouldn’t be thinking about her. The second she stepped into the room everything felt lighter, brighter even as he watched her scan the crowd before landing her eyes on him. The way her smile brighten and that little skip to her step did she when she was excited. His fingers where twitching in anticipation of having her wrapped up in his arms, even if just a second.

That’s when he saw him, the guy holding her hands so loosely as if the tighter he held on the more pain he’d feel. The hands belonged to a face he’d thought he'd never see, the oner person he remembered her saying she’d never wanted to be involved with. “Corbyn!” her voice broke through the crowd as she threw herself in his hold, a soft smile playing on his face as she giggled softly.

“Hey.”

He didn't know what to say, what he could he? Oh, hey I’m so in love with you and seeing you with him again breaks me? No, that wasn’t an option it’ll never be an option. He knew they had a past, a past. she wouldn’t talk about and one he wasn't going to be forcing her to talk about.

“You remember Nathan right?” she asked tugging the man forward as he nodded his head. The amount of shook he felt wasn’t something he was prepared for.

The night went on has he had expected it too, his thoughts constantly trained on her. His hands shaking as ever passing second sending him into a nerve wreaking mess. It wasn’t long before she was breaking her way through the crowd to him, tears streaming down her face as her stood quickly running to meet her half away.

“It’s okay.” he breathed out through her loud sobs. Everyone around watching knowing just what was happening, it happened way too often for their group of friends not to know. “I’m right here.”

She had blocked his number, something he learned wasn't new. According to Ellie it happened a lot, each time it happened she’d call him. Never once would she actually say his name but she would ask his opinions on certain situations. It never got to the point where it had now, to a point where she jumped on a plane and deemed that school had just gotten overwhelming and she needed a break.

Corbyn knew better, maybe that's why he knew this cycle had to end. He had to end it because he was hurting himself but pretending to be just what she needed for a night. He was tired of being second choice and just another bystander in a situation he had no business in being in.

“I can’t do this anymore..” he breathed out as she walked into the room, robe wrapped tightly around her as she tilted her head to the side. “I can’t keep being here to pick up the pieces each time he breaks your heart.”

“Corbyn.”

“Please just listen.” he begged her as she nodded her head and chewing on the inside of her lip. “I love you, God I love you so damn much. I can’t be here each time to just hold your hand, it hurts me to see you like this.”

“Don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry I can’t be second choice anymore.”

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playinonaloop · 7 years ago

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I don’t like your little games - C.B

Your lies are bullets, your mouth is the gun.

Being the daughter of the director of a music label made your life pretty great. You got to meet big stars like Logic, Khalid and some more. There was no need for you to work but you wanted to. So your dad gave you an assignment, you had to find the ultimate boyband. And heck you did find one.

Why Don’t We wasn’t much when you found them, they were just a boyband. But after introducing them to your dad and also to your best friend Logan, they started to blow up. You clicked right away with everyone but Corbyn. It felt like the two of you were just too different and he was an arse most of the time.

The tour had been great so far, since you graduated last year you could join them. Zach invited you to join them as soon as they made it public. Your dad even agreed and thought it would be a great experience for you. Maybe you could grow into being their manager.

You always made sure that the boys where on time. That they were being fed and happy. And that they were well rested to make sure they would kill the performance. You gave them everything they asked for.

But being with Corbyn all the time started to irritate you and usually you could hide your feelings quite well. But when he tried to sneak out for the fourth time this night, you complety lost your shit. ‘Corbyn frickin Besson! Where do you think you are going once again?’ You shouted while getting up. ‘This is the fourth time, trying to sneak out again. Why?’ He turned around, his face looked heated. ‘Why do you care huh?!’

‘You’re not my mom, or anything else that’s important to me! The only thing you are to me is the person that pays me. Oh wait, your dad pays me. You don’t mean anything to me.’ It stung your heart. He didn’t even care. The boys all went silent. ‘You know what?’ You softly spoke ‘I’ll leave, go do your thing. Have fun.’ And with that, you left their hotelroom. You stormed to your own hotelroom that you didn’t share with anyone since your dad didn’t want you to share a room with the boys. Slowly your vision got blurry, making it even harder to open the door.

Small sobs left your mouth when you sat down on your bed. Did all the boys see you like that? Was it all fake? Every moment you shared, they all just played along because of your dad?

A soft knock on your door made you go all silent. Pretending to not be here, you stayed silent. You just got onto your phone to see a lot of messages from the boys. Without reading them you just wiped them away.

‘[Y/N]? We know you’re in there!’ You heard Jack speak. ‘Open the door, please?’ Daniel tried. With a sight you moved yourself to the door, opening it and staring in the faces of all the boys but Corbyn. ‘What do you need?’ You asked, it came out harsher than you meant it.

‘We want to tell you we’re sorry..’ Jonah stepped closer to the door and looked at you. ‘And we do not, in any way, see you the way Corbyn sees you. He is an arse.’ Daniel spoke. ‘Can we just come and stay with you for the night?’ Jack looked at you, pouting his lip out. You just walked back to your bed, leaving the door open for the boys to come in.

They had all brought their blankets, sleep wear and food. ‘How are we going to fit in my bed?’ Since you slept alone, you had a 2 persons bed all for yourself. And heck you were bad at sharing. Jack just laughed ‘Just wait. We’ll fit.’

Before you all got ready for bed, you watched another episode from Narcos. It had become a ritual. You all settled on your bed, what also a ritual was you sitting on Jonah’s lap while watching. So there you were, now between Jonah’s legs, your head leaned back on his chest. After a rough night, you fell asleep instantly on Jonah’s chest.

You woke up the next morning, still in Jonah’s arms. A hard knock scared you and you quickly got up. You opened the door and sighed. Corbyn stood in front of you, you snatched the room key and closed the door. ‘What do you want Besson?’

‘I… ehm.. I just need to room key. The boys aren’t opening the door.’ He scratched the back of his head. You scoffed ‘Yeah, I’ll open it.’ The two of you walked towards their room, you quickly opened his door. ‘Thank you..’ Your eyes widened at him saying thank you. That must have been the first time that he actually said something nice.

‘No thanks needed, that’s what I am for right?’ And with that, you turned around and strut away to your room. Your heart was beating so fast that you only could hear that sound, you didn’t even heard Corbyn shout your name. When you felt a hand on your arm, you jumped and turned around.

You felt Corbyn’s lips crash onto yours. Overwhelmed by that you stumbled backwards before you could even process what just happened. Corbyn just stared at you, flushed cheeks and slightly panting. ‘What the actual…’ You whispered, still being able to feel his lips on yours.

'W-Well… This is something different.’ He spoke, turning around to get back to his room. 'Corbyn?! You can’t leave me like this!’ You squeaked, making him turn back to you. 'I am leaving you like this, can’t you see?’ And with that he hopped back in his room.

Back in your room, you get greeted by Jonah who just came out of the shower. 'Hey? Where did you go?’ 'Corbyn..’ 'Oh shit..’ The two of you stood in the bathroom, whispering about what just happened. 'HE KISSED YOU?!’ Jonah shouted, waking up Jack, Daniel and Zach. 'You are such a dick, you know that right?’ You hit Jonah on his exposed chest, making him laugh even harder. 'WHO DID YOU KISS?’ Jack shouted from the bed, making Daniel groan. You slowly came out of the bathroom. 'Ehm.. Corbyn kissed me..’

'I KNEW IT!’ Zach jumped out of bed, starting to dance. 'Wait, what?’ You frowned and sat yourself down on the ground. 'Well ever since you came with us on tour, he acted all grumpy and never wanted to be around you. Maybe he did all that just to hide that he really likes you?!’ 'Zach you dream too much’ Daniel spoke and shortly after that he received a pillow to the face from Jack. 'Let that boy dream, you ass.’

Everyone got ready to go out for breakfast, Daniel and Zach went back to see if Corbyn was coming. He was coming, so there you stood with Jack and Jonah beside you. 'Goodmorningg’ Corbyn came smiling out of the door. He seemed a different person, but you liked it. Although Corbyn and you didn’t click, you still smiled at him. Him being happy was a great thing. If he was in a good mood he would leave you alone most times. You liked the happy Corbyn.

The breakfast was followed by a few interviews and sound checks. Between the sound check and the concert you decided that you wanted to talk to Corbyn. After the show, which went great, you pulled Corbyn aside. 'We need to talk Besson.’

'Why did you kiss me? Do you like me? Was it just to mess with my feelings?’ You flooded him with questions as soon as the two of you were alone. 'I-Well..’ He bit his lip and looked away. 'Ihavebeenlikingyouforawhileandicouldntstandtowatchyouandjonah!’ He ranted nervously. 'What did you say?’ You smiled, heck did you understand what he said, you just wanted to hear him say it again. 'I have been liking you for a while now and ehm I got very jealous of you and Jonah.’ His cheeks flushed an even redder shade. Before he could say more to ruin the moment, you softly put a finger underneath his chin. Making him look at you, you just sighed. You never realised how beautiful this boy was until now. And without hesitation you pecked a kiss on his lips.

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jonahlovescoffee · 3 years ago

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One Last Time | J.M.

a/n: hi im back with a new fic even tho it kinda sucks (???) because my skills are rusty but y’all better still love me <3

summary: after countless painful heartbreaks, jonah swore to never love again but for you, he might give it one last try.

warnings: angst with fluff in the end hehe

word count: 2250

Jonah was perfectly fine with living alone in LA. His career took flight after his last breakup and he was free to live his life as wildly as he desired without having silly romantic relationships tying him down. He moved out from his old house and chose to settle in a cozy little apartment with his pet cat for a new start; he went to every single party he was invited to and usually ended up kissing way too many girls, getting way too drunk or waking up the next day with way too many gaps in his memory of the previous night; he got to put all his focus into making more music now that he had no girlfriend to put as his number one priority. Life was never better for the 23-year-old singer and he had never been happier. He was thriving on his own and he definitely didn’t need to…

“Can’t sleep again?”

…head to the neighboring apartment—your apartment in the middle of the night just because he couldn’t sleep. He was strong enough to deal with the inner demons that kept him up at night by himself.

Yet there he was anyway, doing exactly that and falling into your arms the moment the door opened wide enough for him to pass through. You weren’t the least bit surprised with his actions though, since it wasn’t unusual for him to engulf you in his tight bear hugs at the most unexpected times. Or visit you, that is.

He was grateful that you never complained about them.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled with his head buried in the crook of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a lungful of your scent. It wasn’t until then he realised how much he missed you, although the last time he saw you was this morning when you were about to leave for work and him for Daniel’s house. Hours apart felt like eternity when you weren’t around. “You?”

“Lost track of time while working, nothing new,” you admitted, rubbing his back in familiar strokes that put him at ease.

“Who the fuck works on a weekend?”

“Your favourite girl is a workaholic, apparently,” you joked and a smile involuntarily spread over his face and against your skin.

“Are you sure you’re my favourite girl?”

“I better be, or I’m kicking you out of my home right now,” you tried to make your threat sound less serious by adding a light laugh but Jonah knew you weren’t joking this time. You meant everything you just said (you never gave blank threats) so to some people you might be come across as intimidating, perhaps, but to Jonah, well…have you seen how small you were compared to him? He doubted you could do anything to make him leave your home if he didn’t want to. But you wouldn’t have to do anything because…

“Yep, you’re definitely my favorite,” he chuckled and felt how your body tensed when goosebumps started to form on the side of your neck where his hot exhales caressed.

Right. “Just friends“ equals personal space unless you say otherwise. He reluctantly removed his head from its previous comfortable resting spot on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I was too close—“

You shook your head. “It’s fine,” your hands found their way onto his face, cradling it between them gently, the simple gesture knocking his breath and all his problems out of him. God, he loved the way you touched him. “I like it when you’re close to me. It’s just that…”

“I know,” he said when you trailed off, unable to say your thoughts out loud. He understood what you meant. It’s just that it hurts when he does all these things to pull you closer, further blurring the line between friends and lovers, only to let you down again and again in the end. He resisted the urge to apologize once more, knowing that you’d merely brush him off with another ‘it’s fine’ if he did. You put up with his bullshit too much. He wondered why you hadn’t blocked him out of your life after all the emotional distress he had bestowed you. Yet.

A beat of silence passed with him watching you as you studied his face. He knew what you’d see. Tired eyes, unshaven beard and disheveled hair. In short, a mess. He hadn’t bothered to make himself look presentable lately. He wanted to but he couldn’t find the energy to. To be honest, he had been too emotionally and physically drained to do anything lately.

He knew you’d notice and a selfish part of him desperately wanted you to fuss over him. He was an asshole, really, for wanting and taking everything from you but not giving you anything back in return. The thing was, you didn’t want just anything. You wanted his love and he didn’t think he was in the right state to give you that. You deserved the special kind of love that would last for a lifetime, not a pathetic one coming from a broken heart that was still in the process of healing like his.

Guilt ate him away bit by bit, especially as you did exactly what he yearned for.

“When was the last time you slept well, Jonah?” you asked softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. All traces of playfulness were gone from your eyes and were replaced by concern, worry and everything else of the sorts.

“Can’t remember,” he admitted frankly, licking his lips and taking a gulp for extra courage before adding, “Been traveling a lot lately and sleeping in foreign hotels aren’t the same as…sleeping by your side.”

It was true. He didn’t know whether it’s the domesticity of preparing for bed together and the shared ‘goodnight’s before heading on a journey to dreamland, or maybe it’s the soothing feeling of your body pressed flush against his that made it easier for him to shut all the negative thoughts out, just for the night. Either way, he ended up growing addicted to holding you in his arms as he slept, which was why the nights without you had been torture for him.

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at his confession. You were oh so beautiful, he thought to himself. It scared him sometimes—how much he adored and wanted you even when he shouldn’t. “Glad you missed me.”

You sounded glad, relieved even. It was as if…you really thought you meant nothing to him.

“I always do, Y/N,” every second of the day until I’m back in your arms. He hated himself for not having the guts to say his true thoughts out loud.

You shook your head while smiling as if you found his reply incredulous. “You’re tired. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

“I meant every word I said, Y/N,” he insisted. “I didn’t say that because I was delirious.”

He received no answer but he noticed how your smile seemed forced after the words left his mouth.

At this point, you probably knew better than to let yourself believe in any of his sickeningly sweet but honest words. He didn’t blame you for that.

“Thanks, I’m flattered. Now, sleep time.”

He watched as you built your defenses up around you again. It was one of the most painful things he’d ever witnessed, that’s for sure.

“Alright.”

The bed dipped, followed by the rustling of the comforter, before a familiar warmth hit Jonah as you nestled against his chest. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, nor would it be the last time, but the effect your action had on Jonah would never cease.

Eruption of butterflies? Check.

Increase of heartbeat rate? Double check.

Suddenly having the overwhelming urge to make you his? Triple fucking check.

Habitually, he wrapped an arm around you, his hand casually resting on the curve of your waist. He could stay like this with you forever, he realised and he didn’t like it one bit.

The last thing you needed in your perfect life right now was a dumb, broken man for a boyfriend. One who only knew how to turn his life experiences into songs and getting led on by girls with bad intentions because he craved the feeling of loving someone and being loved in return, even if it’s fake.

But God, it was impossible for him to not fall harder for you each day when you were the one who lights up his world with your smile, the one who’ll drunkenly blabber about how big your crush on him is in the most adorable way after accidentally having too many drinks, the one who is always there to help him catch his breath whenever he feels like drowning and most importantly, the one who sees all his flaws but doesn’t love him any less because of them.

You don’t deserve her, a voice in his head said as he silently looked at you. Yet why were you here, resting in his embrace?

It must be another sick joke made by the universe to taunt him. To show him how close you were to him yet still so unreachable. Even if he did manage to reach you in the end, then what? All his past relationships either ended with him accidentally breaking his significant other’s heart or the other way round and he wasn’t going to risk it with you.

He didn’t want to lose you like how he did with them because…he wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from that loss.

Instead of continuing to lay on his side, he shifted his sleeping position so that his back was fully pressed against the mattress, with your head remaining on his chest.

Your bedroom was dead quiet save for the sounds of your breathing and the soft swish of the curtains that were slightly billowing in the chilly night breeze that entered through the opened sliding doors that led to the small balcony. You always slept with the curtains drawn because it let you get a clear view of the wide expanse of the night sky and if you’re lucky, you got to see stars that were littered across nature’s dark canvas. They were your only company during the lonely nights before he came along, you had once mentioned to him.

Now that he slept on the side of the bed that blocked your view of the outside world, the only thing in your line of vision was his chest, his neck, or if you tilt your head a little more upwards, his face.

Which was exactly where you’re looking at now.

“What’s on your mind?” Your voice was soft but it cut through the silence all the same, tearing his attention away from his racing thoughts.

“You,” he answered swiftly, offering you a weak smile that you didn’t reciprocate, causing his to eventually falter.

“For someone who said he wasn’t interested in a romantic relationship when I confessed my undying love for him, you sure think about me far too much,” you tisked and he couldn’t quite tell whether you meant your words in a teasing manner or were they pure sarcasm?

“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything for you, Y/N,” he was as torn as he sounded. One part of him yearned for you whereas the other wanted to push you away, to keep you safe. From his mess of a life and the pain it might inflict on you. “I just…don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you’re hurting me now by not letting me in, you know that?” You sighed. “Look, Jonah,” “I can’t wait forever for you to make up your mind.”

“Because it hurts like hell to be this close to you,” you reached up to run your thumb across his jaw, “but not being able to call you mine. And if the pain gets too unbearable one day, who’s to say I won’t leave?”

He hated that you were right.

So for a moment, he let himself picture what it would be like in a world where you belonged to him and vice versa; where he could have slow, lazy mornings in bed that consisted of intimate kisses, touches, and words that warmed hearts; where he’d be able to return to a home that wouldn’t be empty anymore due to your bubbly present; where he could keep you close in public with an arm securely looped around your waist or a hand holding yours without worrying that paparazzis would spread rumours that you were dating because it was true. You are his.

Life still wouldn’t be perfect, but at least it’d be complete with you in it and he’d definitely be happier than he was before.

That was when he realised he was a coward for spending too much time fearing what could go wrong, instead of thinking of all the beautiful things that could go right.

Sure, he had messed things up in the past and hurt the people around him in the process but his relationship with you was the present.

That should mean something right?

Maybe…just maybe…the only way to truly mend his shattered heart was by learning how to love again. By giving love one more chance. One last chance.

So with a shaky breath of nervousness, he admitted, “You’re right. I’ve kept you waiting for too long.”

“But not any longer.”

Then he closed the remaining distance between your lips.

And nothing had ever felt so right.

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jonah-aesthetic · 2 years ago

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I wouldn’t know what consistency was if one road’s directions had CONSISTENCY written in massive bold letters. I’d somehow manage to yank the steering wheel in the opposite direction, swerving back into the main highway and complete missing the exit. There goes my coffee.

Anyone want to give a girls some inspiration?

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the-girl-who-cried-wolf · 3 years ago

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It's All For You - C.B.

Why Don't We fanfic

I wrote another fic instead of doing homework (oops) so here it is. I used the song Lego House (by Ed Sheeran, but again there's a good cover by Hearts & Colours which I love). I've finally managed to write a fic that is actually sweet and happy, not my usual sad angst so that was fun! Hope you enjoy reading <3

Background: what's better than singing when you can't sleep?

Warnings: fluff (so soft omg)

Word Count: 1k

Your hand instinctively reached out across the bed as you woke, searching for warmth that wasn’t there. You turned you head to look at the clock beside your bed, the glow shining in your eyes and lighting up the time.

2:15 am

You sighed and rolled over onto your back, rubbing at your eyes. Where could Corbyn be? The desk in the corner of the room with his computer on it was vacant, and the blankets on his side of the bed had been tossed off. Slight worry began stirring in you, as he rarely got up in the middle of the night like this, not without waking you.

You sat up and pulled on one of his discarded hoodies, and set off to look for him. The cold floor of the kitchen seeped into your feet and the air brushed past your bare legs, making you shiver a little and pull the long sleeves down over your hands. Padding down the hallway, you made it to the little studio room near the end.

A light was glowing from the crack in the door, and Corbyn’s soft voice was drifting out with the sounds of a guitar too. You edged your way to the door and pushed it open a little more, watching your boyfriend sing, unaware of your presence.

I’m gonna pick up the pieces And build a Lego house

His headphones were fitted over his ears, blocking out all sounds but the guitar as his fingers deftly picked over the strings, mixing with the melody of his sweet voice. He was completely oblivious to you as he sang into the microphone set up in front of him.

My three words have two meanings There's one thing on my mind, it's all for you

A smile was growing on your face as you watched, swaying slightly to the beat. The open laptop on the desk in front of him illuminated the curves and angles of his face, eyes closed as he poured out his heart into the music.

I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're getting down

You leant forward a little, bumping into the door which made it creak. Corbyn stopped mid strum and looked around at the noise, smiling when he saw it was you. He reached out a hand to tap pause on the laptop, and pulled the headphones down around his neck.

“Sorry Corbs, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” You walked across the room towards him, arms curled around yourself as you yawned a little.

He smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry love. And sorry if I woke you before.”

You dropped a kiss on his head, resting your arm on his shoulder. “No, you didn’t. I was just wondering where you were now. It’s late.”

“I know, I just… couldn’t sleep.”

You ran a hand through his hair, pressing another kiss to his forehead. He melted at your touch, eyes closing as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you close.

“You mind if I stay here with you?”

He leant back to look at your face and smiled a little. “Of course not. The sofa’s free if you want.”

You went to turn to go to the sofa, but his hand caught yours and gently tugged you back. “Can I have a kiss first?”

It was your turn to smile now as you leant down to your boyfriend, your lips meeting. He was so soft and warm, you could have kissed him all night but eventually you pulled back. He whispered a quiet “thanks” and let you go to the sofa as he pulled his headphones back on.

He began plucking the strings once more, the soothing rhythm echoing around you as you curled your legs up and hugged a cushion to your chest, tired eyes fixed on Corbyn as he starting singing again.

I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind I'll do it all for you in time

Watching your boyfriend do what he loves, singing these words with his beautiful voice made you so happy. The very sound of his voice sent a wave of warmth washing over you, like you were swimming in a sea of stars.

The soft tune was lulling you back to sleep, making your eyes flutter closed as he sang, his voice enveloping you in a soft blanket of dreams. He looked over at you as he sang, the smile hinting in his voice when he saw you all curled up in his hoodie, fast asleep. His eyes stayed on you, singing until the end of the song, dragging out the final note.

And out of all these things I've done I will love you better now

Corbyn placed the guitar down on its stand and switched everything off, dropping the headphones on the seat as he stood. He was careful to be quiet so he wouldn't wake you as he walked over, and gently scooped you up in his arms, bridal style. You stirred a little from your slumber as he carried you down the hallway, shifting yourself closer to the warmth of his chest. Corbyn couldn’t stop a soft smile from creeping over his face as he looked down at you.

Carrying you into your shared bedroom, he gently placed you down on the bed, his hand smoothing the hair back from your face to place one last kiss on your temple. He pulled up the blankets for you then got into bed himself, scooting over closer so he could wrap his arms around you and tuck you in close to his chest. You stirred a little again, turning your head slightly.

“Did you sing that for me?” you mumbled with a smile, still half asleep.

“Yeah,” Corbyn said softly. “It’s all for you.”

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averyonelovesjack · 4 years ago

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learning to raise a baby ~ daniel seavey

requested: yes:)

Can you please do an cute imagine about y/n and Daniel having a baby together and taking care of the baby and figuring the parenting stuff out together. Ur amazing

summary: follow a few different events in the life of daniel and y/n learning to raise a baby.

warning(s): baby, literally too lazy to edit this i’ll come back later lmao

word count: 2608

author’s note: i have such baby fever omg

disclaimer: i def need to clarify that i am 18 years old and do not have a baby and i have no close friends with babies (in person, at least) therefore this is purely fiction. i watch a LOT (i mean A LOT) of family vloggers and like teen mom accounts raising their kids, so basically all of my knowledge comes from that. i hope no one takes offence to my depiction of it, but my intention is purely just to write this cute fic idea, and i don’t want to pretend like i know anything about parenting or raising a child or anything like that!! okay that’s all!!

I could barely see my feet as I painfully took in another breath of air and started walking forward. Awoken at 3am with terrible back pain and a pool of amniotic fluid at my waist, Daniel and I now rushed to grab our hospital bag and make our way to the labor and delivery section of our nearest hospital.

everything went so fast. before i was actively having a child, it felt like my pregnancy would never end, but now that it’s actually happening and i’m having a child, it felt like pregnancy flew by.

just a few days ago, i was sitting on the countertop in my bathroom, impatiently waiting to see if i was pregnant or not in hopes that daniel wouldn’t get home from the studio early and find me. i had just given daniel the surprise of his lifetime when i woke him up at four am to tell him i was pregnant because i just couldn’t keep it from him anymore to do a fun reveal. i remember how we both cried, too excited to even go back to sleep.

just a few days ago, daniel and i were sitting in my obstetrician’s office as we got to hear our eight week old fetus’ heartbeat for the first time. we both cried. it feels like just a day or two ago we cut into a pink colored cake and found out that our precious baby girl would be coming. all of the breakdowns about what stroller to buy and which crib matches the nursey best felt like just moments ago. and now, all of a sudden, i’m ten hours into labor and i’m ready to push.

pushing was painful, but the thought of holding a sweet babygirl soon just kept me going. daniel squeezed my hand tight, standing by the end of the bed watching our beautiful daughter make her way into the world.

i gave the final push and soon i heard a cry that made everything in the whole world worth it. they say you never truly understand love until you’ve had a child, and as soon as i held our daughter, i felt an overwhelming sense of truth in that statement. i never knew such a distinct moment could be the greatest day of my life, but as soon as i laid my eyes on her, i knew that i would never get a day greater than this one.

our daughter laid on my chest for a while as daniel sat by my head, holding both my hand and hers. eventually, the nurses cleaned her off a bit and wrapped her tightly in a swaddle for daniel to finally hold his daughter. i watched the tears fall from his bluer than ever eyes that never left her little face. by the way she settled in his arms and fell asleep, i knew i was going to have a daddy’s little girl on our hands.

it felt like forever, just watching daniel and our baby getting to know each other. soon enough, though, the doctors finished with the stitches and i heard a knock at the door.

within seconds, both of our parents came into the room, bearing wide smiles. daniel sat in the seat next to me, both of us staring at the beautiful baby in front of us.

“does she have a name?” keri asks, slowly walking up to the two of us, careful not to be too loud.

daniel and i look at each other, and then i give him the nod to tell everyone. “callista avery mae seavey.”

“our little baby callie.” i smile at the name. daniel and i both loved the name callie, but wanted it to be a nickname. avery was after his bandmate who really helped us through this whole preparing to be parents thing. mae was a pretty nickname from my side of the family that was good to separate avery and seavey. our little callie mae.

***

it was three am and both of us were awake to callie’s loud screaming. turns out that daniel and i had a very colicky daughter who, when awake, wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. daniel was in the nursery trying to grab more diapers and wipes that, out of exhaustion, we forgot to restock last night when we ran out. i held callie in our arms, rocking her gently and trying to get her to go back to sleep.

“does she have a dirty diaper?” daniel asks, placing the diapers in the corner of our messy bedroom. a few days into callie’s life, we realized we should’ve left the changing table in our bedroom until she was ready to sleep in the nursey, but both of us were too tired to even think about moving the furniture around. so for now the corner of the room was storage and a changing pad on the bench was our late night changing table.

“i don’t think so.” i answer, giving him an exhausted look. “her diaper isn’t heavy and i tried to feed her, but she doesn’t seem to be hungry. i think she just woke up and is being colicky again.”

“how long did the doctor say the colic will last?” daniel asks.

“she didn’t.” i sigh, going to take a seat on our bed as i continued to calm callie. daniel sat beside me. “go back to sleep, i got her.”

“no, i know you’ve been awake all night. try to go to sleep, i’ve got her.” daniel says, and then takes callie from me. “did you take melatonin tonight?”

“yeah.” i say. “i know your body goes through a lot of changes postpartum, but i’m really not liking the insomnia.”

“okay, well, you lay down, and i’m gonna sing to you both, okay?” daniel says and then starts to rock callie to sleep as i laid beside them. and then he started to sing softly.

***

callie was born a little over three months ago and daniel and i haven’t had a date night since then. when we fearfully realized that last week, jack and anna were both quick to offer some help. we hadn’t felt comfortable leaving callie yet, especially since she wasn’t always the easiest. we had lots of help and people offering, but neither daniel nor i were good at asking for help. that’s definitely something we’re both still working on, especially now that we have a baby.

finally though, jack and anna convinced us. originally, we were going to leave them with daniel’s parents, but anna and jack were pretty convincing. jack had lots of experience since he himself is a dad, and anna was very close with gabbie when she had lavender. jack also decided to invite zach for some more company, which was cute.

daniel and i had a hard time saying goodbye to callie, even though we really were only going to be out for two hours at most. we knew neither of us could stay away for that long.

the restaurant wasn’t too far from the house, which was nice because it cut down on our time away from callie. i think both of us were a little nervous to leave her. we both know that she’s three months old and other people are more than capable of watching her for a few hours, but it’s still hard to not be worried about all of the things we could be missing out on.

“oh my gosh, anna just sent a picture of callie.” daniel says in the middle of our dinner, holding up his phone to show up me the picture of our daughter in the adorable pajamas her aunt bought.

“i miss her.” i admit, knowing he was feeling similarly. “do you think they had a hard time getting her to sleep? i hope she’ll be good for them tonight.”

“i’m sure she was fine.” daniel says, then later . “you know, maybe we should skip dessert. relieve them a little early.”

“she’s growing up so fast.” i tell him. “i’m not ready for her to keep growing.”

“we’re gonna blink and she’s gonna be cursing us out because we wouldn’t let her go out with her friends.” daniel continues. “not that we would do that, because honestly, i’ve always thought we’d be a little cooler than that.”

i laugh at his comment. “oh, we’ll definitely be cooler than that. we’re not gonna be the lame strict parents that doesn’t let their kids go out with their friends.”

“oh definitely.” daniel agrees. “except i will be strict about doors open if someone is over. i don’t care who she’s in her room with, but that door better be open. i am taking no chances.”

“i feel like that’s fair.” i add. “i know we’re parents, but wow, until i think about that future, i kind of forget.”

“i’m very glad that’s a long ways away.” he comments. “i’m barely ready for her to be three months old, we do not need to get ahead of ourselves. take this parenting thing one step at a time.”

“i could not agree more.” i smile, leaning over the table to kiss daniel’s lips gently.

***

i walked out of my one year old’s nursery with her in my arms. we watched as daniel and anna hung balloons up around our california apartment. it’s just about an hour before callie’s first birthday party, and now more than ever, i could not be more grateful for daniel’s family’s offer to help us set up.

rather than fighting with figuring out food for the party, we decided to get it catered. christian and tyler offered to go pick up the food at the restaurant for us, which was extremely helpful. his parents were setting up some decorations around the front of the apartment.

i had just put callie in her adorable dress that i specifically picked out for this party. we weren’t the type to throw parties, so we weren’t 100% sure what to do or what to expect, but we decided to just stick to family and close friends. callie was too young for us to strictly invite her friends over. at this stage in her life, her friends were whoever was at mommy&me that week.

the party was going to be small. daniel’s family, my family, daniel’s bandmates and close friends, and then my close friends.

thankfully, we finished decorating and setting up with about thirty minutes left to spare before the party. rather than worry, i decided to just sit on the couch with anna and daniel. keri took callie from me, wanting to spend some time with her granddaughter, and giving daniel and i a brief break before the party started.

“i cannot believe she’s a year old.” anna exclaims to me. “you guys have been parents for a year. that’s crazy to think about.”

“it’s definitely a little bit weird.” i giggle in response.

“you guys make it look so easy, being young parents.” anna says. “i know i’m younger than you guys, but still, i cannot imagine having a kid anytime soon.”

“i didn’t think i would either.” i tell anna. “for me, i wasn’t really ready until i met dani. i realized that i was ready because i wanted to do this with him. it’s different for everyone, i’m sure, but at least personally, that’s how i knew we could be parents.”

daniel wraps his arm around me on the couch, kissing my cheek softly. “yeah, it’s the same for me. when you find someone you want to do everything with, it gets easier to imagine yourself parenting together.”

“that is really cute.” anna says. “this is what i mean, when i say you make it look easy!!”

“it’s definitely not easy.” i laugh. “but it’s a little bit easier when you work as a team. we talk things through and decide together, instead of just making decisions separately. it’s a lot easier to feel like you’re making the right decision when you talk things through.”

“and that is all the parenting advice you get, because while i am most definitely ready to be a dad, i am not ready to be an uncle.” daniel says, getting protective over his younger sister.

“being an uncle is way easier than being a dad.” anna laughs. “but trust me, i’m not having kids any time soon. at least not intentionally.”

“well, i have to be the cool uncle. someone’s gotta bail the kid out of jail and hide it from you.” daniel jokes.

“first of all, why would my kid go to jail??” anna asks. “and second of all, you might’ve been first in the race for cool uncle before callie arrived, but since becoming a dad, you’ve fallen behind. the cool uncle can’t have kids, that’s not how that works.”

“well i’ll break that standard, because i’ll be the cool uncle.”

“i just want to be the aunt that gives good advice at one o’clock in the morning.” i tell them. “someone’s gotta do it. i expect that for callie, anna, so i will do that for your kids.”

“oh, of course. nothing but the best for callie. and future kids.” anna agrees. “speaking of, future kids? any thoughts on that? mom wants me to scope that out.”

“eventually.” i smile. “sooner rather than later.”

***

daniel took callie on a walk. he’s been really adamant about spending at least thirty minutes a day on a walk with her. now that she’s getting a lot more balance and ability to take a lot more steps, he loves taking her to the playground a few blocks from our apartment. usually, i like to go with them, but today i made up an excuse about things i had to get done at home.

i felt especially grateful for that routine of his today, because i needed a few minutes to myself. i’ve been feeling particularly nauseated recently, and as soon as i woke up the other day, i could feel that i was pregnant again. in the past, i had always thought that when i was paranoid about being late, but now that i’ve actually experienced pregnancy, i can feel that there’s a little fetus inside of me.

daniel and i haven’t exactly been trying, but we haven’t been taking as many precautions as we were when callie was first born. now that she’s over a year old, we feel better about having another baby. we weren’t too rushed, because we lot spending time with just our little girl, but we didn’t want to wait too long and have her grow up without a sibling. having a sibling was always a priority of daniel and i’s. seeing as we both grew up with siblings, we know how important it is to have a sibling.

my stomach fluttered with butterflies as i followed the instructions on the pregnancy test. after realizing i was pregnant with callie, i had bought a ton of tests that i didn’t end up using because it was so obvious that i was indeed pregnant. that was extremely helpful for right now when i don’t have time to go sit in traffic for thirty minutes just to go to the pharmacy.

i sat on top of the counter, leaving the pregnancy test face down while i tried to scroll through tiktok and distract myself. it was probably the slowest five minutes of my life, other than finding out about callie.

the timer went off on my phone. i take a deep breath and carefully lift the pregnancy test off the marble bathroom counter.

pregnant.

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slowdownatthelotusinn · 3 years ago

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Petrichor || Chapter One

[Petrichor Masterlist]

Summary: Jack plays a prank on Camdyn that disrupts breakfast; Camdyn finds out the boys have left her hanging for the first class of the new school year.

The morning sun rose, cloaking the sleepy town in fog. It was horrifying and brilliant and beautiful all at once. The residents of co-ed Bristol House hadn't quite made it to their feet, still requiring those last treasured moments of peace before they were forced to greet the day. It was shaping up to be another painfully slow morning, filled to the brim with grumbling and groaning and shoving and racing to the showers.

The Avery twins—Jack and Camdyn—couldn't be bothered with the mundanity of life outside of Windermere Academy. Right now, everything rested on their high school careers. At least, that's what they so believed. For Jack, his entire future was riding on how well he led the Cyclones for the next three years. And Camdyn simply dreamed of one day finding her thing... that one special thing that she would carry with her past high school, that one special thing that would make her great. Yes, life outside of Windermere could wait.

6:28 AM; Bristol House

Camdyn entered the Bristol House Dining Hall precisely at 6:25 AM and spent three minutes scanning the room for the familiar head of morning-gold curls; a tell-tale beacon that her brother and their friends had made it well before her. She found them huddled in the breakfast line, waiting. With a shake of her own golden locks, she made her way to the small group of five. The biting glare she gave the quartet opposite her brother sobered their amusement, she was clearly in no mood for their theatrics that morning.

"Sis," Jack said with an easy tone. He handed her a breakfast tray.

"Bro," Camdyn bit back, accepting her brother's offer. The others chuckled.

"You're late," Jack continued.

The girl huffed. "Gee, Jack. I wonder why that is. Could it maybe, possibly, mysteriously have anything to do with my unplugged alarm?"

Her brother, easy and unwavering, shrugged and moved down the line. He filled his tray with a bowl of oatmeal, a small plate of toast with strawberry preserves on the side, a glass of orange juice, and a glass of milk. "Don't know. Better get that checked out, and have a backup. Breakfast is at 6:15 sharp." He gave Camdyn a wink and shuffled over to their table.

Camdyn turned to the smaller of the boys still standing at her side, surely he could do something. "Zach?"

During the twins' exchange, Zach had done his best to hold in the melody of laughter threatening to bubble up his throat. He rested a soft hand on Camdyn's left shoulder, careful not to rumple the light grey sweater she wore over her blouse—their group prided themselves on being the most pristinely dressed at Windemere. "Technically, Cam, unplugging your alarm clock doesn't place Jack in violation of any of the Prank Week clauses." He grabbed his tray from the lineup and nodded toward the table. "Your move, Shortstack."

"Don't call me that," Camdyn growled indignantly. She scowled, lifted her own tray, and followed behind the Cyclones' co-Captain.

Prank Week was a beginning-of-the-new-year tradition for the Avery siblings. It'd started when they'd met Jonah in Year Five, and continued every year since. A full week dedicated to pranks between the group. The rules of which were simple: pranking was to be harmless, mindless fun. Meant as the last hoorah before school truly began, anything goes as long as no danger came to you or the subject of your prank. Public humiliation strongly discouraged.

Camdyn took her seat between Daniel and Corbyn; the latter softly bumped his shoulder against hers, a small comfort against the current blow to her pride. As self-appointed expert on all things Camdyn Elizabeth Avery, if anyone could return the smile to her face, it was one Corbyn Matthew Besson.

"Cheer up, Camy. We're Sophomores!" Corbyn's enthusiasm for their second year as upperclassmen of Windermere Academy proved to be contagious, and soon the six of them were chatting away about their hopes and expectations for the year.

Halfway through the mealtime conversation, Camdyn's mind began to wander. She thought back to the beginning, back to a time before Daniel and Jonah, before Jack had found Zach and she'd found Corbyn, before the boys were the best players the academy's hockey team had seen in years and she was their good luck charm. She thought back to before everything fit exactly as it should, and she wondered if it could stay this way forever? She wondered if as good as it was now, if she could bottle it up and keep it in her pocket? If she could somehow freeze time in these small moments and stay there a little while longer?

It's not that Camdyn was afraid of life changing at all, necessarily. It's more so that she was afraid of being saddled with the changes on her own. She loved her brother and their friends and the crazy family they formed in their five years at Windemere Academy, she couldn't fathom any of that changing. She couldn't fathom being left behind. Especially without Corbyn.

Corbyn and Camdyn met during the summer just before Year Six began, when Camdyn was in the process of transitioning from being totally socially awkward to just plain awkward. Praying to the gods that someone somewhere would take pity on her poor depraved soul... After what she believed—but would later discover was a scheduling miscommunication—was her brother standing her up during their weekly lunch date, she tried locking herself in the Art Room. And, about as much as anyone could lock themselves away in any room at Windermere Academy, imagine Camdyn's surprise when she came face to face with Corbyn.

She found him sitting at an easel, painting a picture of the stars. Upon completion, Corbyn's painting looked exactly as Camdyn often found herself dreaming of the stars. And thus, a friendship was born of tears and christened among the universe in a quiet Art Room, on a chilly spring afternoon.

A sharp elbow under her ribcage brought Camdyn back to the present.

"Earth to A2. Come in, A2. Over," Corbyn chirped in Camdyn's ear.

"Jesus Christ, Besson. You've been using that ridiculous nickname for almost three years now. Come up with something better," Camdyn teased.

"So, Cam?"

"So, Corb? Homeroom?"

"Grayson. You?"

"Eichner," the young blonde replied, scrunching up her nose.

"Mr. Eichner's the worst. Aves and I had him for Chem last year," Daniel said, sucking air in between his teeth. He leaned across the table, stealing an apple slice from Jonah's tray with a grin.

Jonah nodded. "I've got Grayson, too. Eichner can eat my shorts." The table erupted into fits of laughter. "What about you—Jack, Zach?"

Silence fell across the table as the duo remained still. Camdyn knew in the absence of their replies that she was screwed. No one in their right minds would willingly take Mr. Eichner's homeroom class. If they could avoid it, they would. And every one of her friends had successfully done so.

She cut her dark honey eyes at her brother. "Et tu, Brute?" Jack winced. She couldn't completely fault him; if she had played her cards right, she'd be in their favorite teacher's homeroom with them. Instead, she was suffering at the hands of arguably the worst educator at Windermere Academy, and she only had herself to blame. Though, she believed her friends at least loved her more than this. Jack awkwardly cleared his throat; Camdyn stood with her breakfast tray in hand. "Then fall, Caesar!"

Jack and the others watched as Camdyn marched out of the Dining Hall without sparing them a second glance.

"Anybody else have a feeling Prank Week just got a whole lot worse?" Zach asked.

"Yup," the boys chorused.

"Fantastic!"

Jack reached over and quickly smacked the back of his best friend's head. He wasn't quite sure how yet, but he knew they were all going to pay for ditching Camdyn with Mr. Eichner. And whatever she came up with was bound to be leagues beyond his tiny alarm clock prank. The twins didn't always see eye-to-eye on everything, most things, really. Rest assured, though, Jack could promise one thing with 100% certainty: Camdyn Avery was the Prank Week Queen, and the boys were in for one hell of a finale.

#why don't we fanfic #corbyn besson #corbyn besson fanfic #shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #petrichor fic #daniel seavey #jack avery #jonah marais #zach herron #i'll be there for queue

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hopinglimelight · 3 years ago

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Colors (C.B) - Three

A/N: Heyyy! Idk whats up with my update schedule but it SUCKS. So I deeply apologize. Btw stuffs about to happen in this chapter so enjoy lol.

TW: underage drinking

If someone would have told me my heart would be broken by the end of the month, I would have said that they were lying. Unfortunately, I was the one holding onto a dream that would soon become a false reality

After Jonah and I both said “I love you” to each other, the colors were supposed to start developing. I love him, and he loves me. That should be more than enough. But after a week the world still looked the same boring grey to me. I was hoping that I was just missing the start of the colors developing… but it was the end of May. I had graduated High School. Still nothing.

One night, when everyone was gone from my house except Jonah and I, things were getting kinda heated. I still hadn't told Jonah that I was starting to get suspicious that he wasn't my soulmate. By the time Jo was about to take my shirt off, I had to say something. I didn't want to string him along.

“Jonah.” I calmly said out of nowhere, which scared him half to death.

“What? Baby, I’m not hurting you am I?” He was stopped dead in his tracks, my shirt around my neck while he rested in between my legs. Dani would be very upset if he saw us like this.

“No, no I was just wondering, um, what color are my walls?”

“They’re light blue silly.” My heart dropped. Tears brimmed my eyes and Jonah looked so confused.

“Tyler helped me pick out the color last year. My walls are light yellow baby.”

The soft “oh” that fell from his mouth was heartbreaking.

“I’m sorry Jo.”

“No, it’s not your fault. You know we have to break up now?”

“Why? Can’t we stay together for a little longer?”

“It’s okay baby. I know how important soulmates are to you. I don't want to hurt you by staying.”

“Jonah, please.” My bottom lip trembled.

“It’s okay, bubs. I promise.”

“I really am sorry Jonah.”

“I know. Thank you, Bella, for keeping me company for these few months.”

“I loved you, Jonah.”

“I loved you too, Isabella.”

With that, Jonah was gone and I was left with my broken heart.

When Daniel got home, he asked if I wanted to go to a party with him. He apologized because Jonah wouldn't be there. I said that it was okay and that I'd like to go. It seemed easier than explaining what happened. Especially because the whole… breakup thing stopped us from doing it, and I don't think Daniel would have appreciated that very much.

When we got there, Dani immediately booked it. Something about how his friends were already there and waiting.

“Yeah, F you too Daniel.” I rolled my eyes.

I tried to talk to some of the people i knew, but after an hour the whole party setting was starting to overwhelm me. I went and got a cup with whatever alcohol the person put it in. I chugged it and went outside, slightly gagging at the strong taste.

I sat there and just breathed. I could still hear the music from inside all the way out here. There were people squealing in the pool and then it struck me. I don’t even know whose house this is. I was starting to get worked up again, but I heard a surprising soft voice.

“Bella?”

I turned and looked to see Corbyn.

“Hi.” I gave him a blank expression, not feeling like being rude to him unless he did something first.

“Whatcha doing out here?”

“Idk being inside was starting to stress me out so i came out here to breathe.”

“Yeah I feel you.” He awkwardly put his hands in his pockets. “Mind if I join you?”

I noted his light smile. “Yeah, sure.”

We sat in slightly awkward silence between ourselves for a while.

“I broke up with Kimberly.”

“Oh I'm sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah we just weren't the right fit for each other, you know.”

I could feel a light buzz sensation from the alcohol. “Yeah, I know. Me and Jonah actually broke up.”

“Oh damn. Why, though? You guys were like perfect for each other.”

“He wasn't my soulmate.” I lightly sniffled.

“Let's forget about them. You wanna have fun with me for a while?”

“Yeah, sure.”

So Corbyn and I went off and took shots together. We played so many rounds of beer pong that I lost track of how many cups I had to drink from. We had so much fun that we finished the night by hooking up, me quickly putting my clothes back on to meet Dani at the front. I didn’t even understand what we did until the next morning. The combination of the pounding headache and sudden realization made my room spin. All would be fine, hopefully.

#i dont even know it sucks so much bro #daniel seavey #corbyn besson #jonah marais #my fic #🌈#wdw jonah #wdw daniel #wdw corbyn

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nonstoplover · 5 years ago

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it's all an act ~ Zach Herron (requested)

request: "Can you write a zach x reader fanfic where Zach likes the reader A LOT but doesn't tell her which makes Jack annoyed so he flirts with the reader to get Zach jealous and tell the reader. Tyyyyyyyy" by @mirainthedark05

words: 2.3K

approximate reading time: 15-20 mins

a/n: aye kiddos i gOt A rEquEsT. i'm so happy, i love writing for you guys. i hope this met your expectations, love. i tried really hard. (and please consider the fact that i wrote it at 1am and english is not my main language). i still have to get more into this request writing thing, it's not as easy as it seems! but i do be enjoying it lots so i can't wait to continue doing it!! anyway babes i hope you enjoyed this sweet little nothing i put together. let me know what you think and please send in requests if you have any ideas you'd like to see written!

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Jack's Perspective:

"Zach, you gotta tell her how you feel." I groan at my best friend who's laying on his bed, a frown still on his face from the previous complaint he made about how sad it is that (y/n)'s not his girlfriend.

"I can't," he sighs.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I don't want to lose her, and if she doesn't feel the same way, that's what's gonna happen. I know it," Zach shrugs.

"I already told you that there's a really high chance that she does like you back."

"You can't know that."

"And what if I do?"

"You're just saying things, Jack," he looks up at me, his eyes showing me anger.

"Ugh, you're so infuriating sometimes, Herron." I throw my arms in the air. "Anyway, all I can say to you then is that you shouldn't be surprised if a guy comes in the picture and sweeps her off her feet and you can just watch it happen from the sideline."

I exit the room to escape his stubborn suffering and his sullen huffs follow me in the air as my mind is still racing about how childish he can act at times. I want to help him more than anything, I know how much he likes her and I want him to be happy.

I slump on the couch still deep in thought, trying to come up with an idea to get the truth out of Zach in a way (y/n) can hear it. And as my mind replays the previous conversation, a lightbulb feels to light up inside my head.

A guy comes in the picture and sweeps her off her feet.

Maybe I should make Zach jealous! I have to make him actually realise how easily he can lose any chance he has right now with her. I have to make him fight. Even if it's me he's fighting. I can only hope that he won't be too mad at me.

(y/n)'s Perspective:

"Wow, (y/n), you look absolutely breathtaking today!"

I hear Jack's voice as soon as I enter the boys' house. A blush immediately creeps up onto my cheeks as I mumble a quiet thank you his way.

From the corner of my eyes I can see Zach's head snapping up and when I turn my glance there for a moment I can swear I see him glaring at the other boy, but the next moment it's gone.

Oh what I'd give to hear a compliment like this from Zach, I think as I sit down on the only free space on the couch, between Jonah and Jack, trying not to disturb the videogame the eldest boy played.

As soon as I'm comfortable, Jack moves and easily slides closer to me. My eyes stay focused on the floor as his arm moves uo to rest on the back of the sofa. He's not touching me at all, but still it's like his arm is around my shoulder and it starts to make me nervous.

Does Jack like me?

I hope that's not the case. I like Jack, but only as friends. Though we've never really been that close, and maybe this is the reason. But I just don't want to hurt him if he decides to actually make a move.

He never acted like this before. What has gotten into him?

As I try not to look at anyone, Jack speaks up once more, breaking the silence.

"I wish I was your mirror, so that I could look at you every morning."

My breath hitches in my throat. Did I hear it correct? What is going on? Is this a prank?

"Uhm, thanks, I guess." I glance at him, a small smile making its way to my face as soon as I lock eyes with his shining brown ones that mirror nothing but honesty and some kind of brotherly love, a mixture I already got quite used to from the three oldest boys.

Since I made friends with the band, Jonah, Corbyn and Daniel always seemed to look at me like a newly found little sister (though there's really not much of an age difference between me and them), whilst Jack and I never seemed to totally break the ice yet. We were great friends, but I could still feel the distance between us.

And with Zach? Well, I like him since we first met, but most probably my feelings are not returned. At least that's what all my pointless trying resulted in. He never made a move and whenever I tried to give him a sign, it went unnoticed. Or purposefully ignored. But other than that, he's like my bestest friend, and that's more than I ever imagined to happen so as long as I still have him in my life, I decided that I can manage to put my actual feelings aside.

Now as I'm staring in Jack's eye and I can see that the ice has broken and him and I got to the 'sibling zone', I'm finally sure that he only says these lines to make me laugh, and suddenly I calm down and manage to answer properly. "You're not quite bad yourself," I reach up to playfully ruffle his noodle-like locks.

He chuckles at my action before moving his hand from the back of the couch to my shoulder, pulling me into his side.

I snuggle closer to him, finding a comfortable position on his shoulder for my head. I can feel him take a deep breath in as his shoulder raise in the motion and then his voice is back again.

"It’s said that nothing lasts forever. Will you be my nothing?"

It's my turn to giggle now before I look up at the side of his face. He shoots a quick glance at me before turning his joyful eyes back on something in front of us.

"Do you make these up or did you memorise them from a shitty pickup line listing website?" I ask.

"Oh, hey, don't think I'm not capable of saying things like these by myself," Jack turns his head down towards me with fake offence on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry."

"And there's plenty more where that came from," he wiggles his eyebrow at me.

"I can't wait to hear them all."

I almost burst out laughing, and I can see the exact same thing in his eyes as well, but we manage to stay silent and turn our attention back to the tv screen, watching as Jonah still plays the game.

Jack's fingers mindlessly play with the hem of my t-shirt's sleeve and we're sitting in absolute peace right until a few moments later Zach jumps up from the armchair he was sitting on and storms out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I call out after him, wide eyes staring at the doorway he disappeared at.

"I need some fresh air," he shouts back and even in that short sentence I can hear his anger.

Though before I could ask him about it, the front door slams closed with a loud bang, making my body shake in surprise.

"What has gotten into him?" I look up at Jack only to feel even more confused a second later.

His eyes shine with excitement instead of the worry similar to mine I expected to see.

"What?" I ask in confusion.

When I get no reply, I turn around to look at Jonah, but it's pointless as he's still deeply concentrating on the game, not noticing the mundane things happening around him.

I look back at the curly haired boy before shaking my head. "I think I'll go check on him."

"Yeah, great idea!" Jack nods vigorously right away and I frown at him, still trying hard to understand what has gotten into him as well.

His smile and shining eyes don't halt for a single moment as he's watching me and in the end I simply shrug, moving to stand up and follow the youngest band member.

I find him only a couple seconds later, he's sitting on the stairs in front of the front door.

"Hey," I say as gently as I can manage.

Zach mumbles something in response, but it's absolutely incomprehensible.

"How are you?" I try to make him speak up, maybe even fill me in with the reason(s) behind his weird and sudden storming out.

"Do you like him?" He asks back immediately, confusing me even more.

"Who?" I frown at him in thought.

"Jack."

"Yeah, of course, he's pretty nice." I nod, still not understanding where he wants to go with this.

I can feel his body stiffen next to mine and glancing down I can see his fists so tightly squeezed that the knuckles are turning white.

"If my opinion even matters, I don't think you should get together with him." Zach speaks a minute later.

I almost choke on air as his words enter my mind.

"Why would I even want to get together with him?" I exclaim after managing to kinda pull myself together from the shock his question caused in me.

"You just said you like him." Zach finally turns his head towards me, a frown crossing his forehead.

"Yeah, as friends. Or as a brother. I thought you meant it like that."

"What? No," he shakes his head multiple times

"No?" I ask back, not understanding what he's trying to say with it. "He's like a brother to me, and I'm like a sister to him. What do you mean 'no' ?"

"But... you were flirting." Zach points towards the house above his shoulder.

"Yeah, as a joke." I say, still not really knowing where he wants to go with this.

"So you don't like like him?"

"No, I never did." I almost laugh out loud by the strange image his accusation generates in my mind before mumbling something else so quiet I don't think he can hear me. "I mean, I like someone else, how could I like him?"

"You like someone else?" He repeats and my cheeks immediately start growing red by the fact he heard it and now asks about it.

"Yeah," I mumble again.

"You never told me." Zach says in a playful, joyous tone, but I know him well enough to hear the tension in his voice. "I thought we were best friends."

"It never really came up." I shrug shyly. "So what's up with you? What made you storm out of the house?"

"No, no, wait. Who do you like?" Zach ruins my plan to divert the subject within a second.

I take a deep breath and look in his eyes. He seems nervous.

"It's you, dumbass, in case you haven't noticed." I manage to answer without my voice breaking and eyes moving away.

"Me?" He asks back, and all of a sudden his whole face starts shining as a huge grin spreads across his face, eyes open wide and glimmering with happiness.

I nod, my heart suddenly beating really loud and fast. "Why?" My voice is so high pitched by now it's like a mouse is speaking.

Zach bursts out laughing and grabs my hand before moving to stand on his knees in front of me, slowly calming himself down.

And just as he quietens, my heart feels like to be getting only louder and louder as it frantically beats. The world aroubd us seems to freeze and go absolutely silent as we're staring at each other.

"I like you too," Zach confesses and it's like the world stops spinning in this very moment. "Half the time I got too embarrassed to say anything about it. I was afraid you don't feel the same and that I'd only ruin our friendship."

"I like you ever since I met you."

"Good, me too."

We grin at each other and as the world's noise slowly starts to come back, we're gripping each other's hand in a comfortable silence, finally having said our feelings out loud.

"Finally, guys, I started to think I'd never see this happen." I suddenly hear a happy exclaim coming from above us, from the front door of the house.

I spin around to smirk at Jack whose wide smile seems to split his face in two.

"You planned this, didn't you? It was all an act." Zach says.

"No shit, Sherlock." Jack chuckles back at the younger boy.

We both stand up and walk up the stairs to be next to him, our fingers still interlaced, slowly swinging back at forth between us.

When we reach Jack, he immediately pulls his best friend into a hug. "I told you so," he whispers in his neck loud enough for me to hear it and I just shake my head, watching the two of them interact.

"I'm glad for you, guys." Jack says as they part and we make our way back inside the house.

"Why, what happened?" Jonah asks from the couch, still playing the video game.

"Zach finally confessed to (y/n)."

"No way! Really?" The eldest boy immediately pauses the game and jumps up, smiling at us wide. "We were all rooting for you two."

I shyly smile at him in response before I feel Zach gently tug at my arm.

"Let's go upstairs, I think we have a lot of things to talk about," he says and I nod, a giggle of disbelief escaping my mouth as I think about how I never expected this to happen when I came over to their house.

As we're making our way up the stairs, suddenly Jack's voice fills the air again as he exclaims to Jonah, making all three of us chuckle.

"I can't wait till Corbyn and Daniel gets home and I can tell them the news. I finally have a couple bets that I won!"

.::the end::.

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baby-bearie · 5 years ago

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suncity - C.B.

genre: angst, fluff at the beginning?

word count : 1675

pairing : female! reader x corbyn besson

tags : @jonahmaraisstuff @ho-ho-hemmings @sunflowermotel @flowersforseavey @blissfulblake @tigerreece @0totally-tubular0 @5sos-seavey @katie-avery @yo-its-prettymuch-woohoo @seaveyssparkle @lacefuly

description: don’t let the city break your heart. ( loosely based off of suncity by khalid )

The party was not exactly something Corbyn had been excited about. They had just wrapped up a set in Austin, and Zach had dragged the boys out to El Paso to meet up with his friends. Corbyn had been tired the entire grueling ride there and he was tired now, seated on a cool leather couch in somebody he didn’t know’s house. His legs were spread, and he leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees. Zach and Jack had disappeared when they had entered the house and were probably too gone by now to remember the name of their own band, Jonah was on facetime with his girlfriend, and Daniel was passed out on the couch next to Corbyn, too tired to care about the way too loud music. The lyrics were unintelligible, covered up by people laughing and yelling to each other. But the beat was strong, he could feel every pulse in his chest. Neon lights flashed around him, some cheap spotlights in the corners of the room. They bathed the room in purple, then orange, then red, then back to purple. Corbyn lifted his red solo cup to his lips and took a swig, wincing at the bitter taste. He was not in the right mood to be drinking. The lights flashed purple when he saw her.

Her dress was a tangerine orange, tight around her frame. It tied in the front, leaving a cutout just above her midriff. A strap hung lazily off her shoulder, bouncing as she jumped around, neon pink heels in hand. Her hair shook, messed up, previously immaculately done curls now messily jumping with her. Familiar guitar strokes pumped through the house as she turned, hair swinging around she and caught him watching her. She winked at him, trained strawberry-painted lips tipping into a smirk. Suddenly he was in the right mood to be drinking. He watched her as she walked over to him, heels swinging in one hand. She plopped next to him, but not before tucking a pillow under Daniel’s head. Corbyn’s brow furrowed at this, but he smiled. From what he knew, you didn’t even know Daniel. You reached down to rub at your aching feet before smiling at Corbyn, eyes twinkling in the poorly lit room.

“So, where you from, city-boy?”

Before he knew it, she was pulling him, grabbing his hand, up the stairs. They entered a room, and Corbyn stared at her for a second as she pushed a window open, leaving her heels inside the room before climbing over the window sill and out onto the roof below. Corbyn followed her. The roof was quiet, and they both sat, legs hanging over the edge. The moon-light washed over them, adding to the peace of the whole scene.

“So, when do you go back to LA?” She broke the quiet.

“Tomorrow we leave El Paso. But we won’t go back to LA for a while. Few months.”

She nodded, watching cars pass under the streetlight. Corbyn just watched her.

“How are you liking El Paso?” She looked at him, smiling a little.

He licked his lips.

“It’s, uh. It’s beautiful.” Corbyn hadn’t even seen much of El Paso. All he saw was her.

She laughed, nodding.

“Suncity is, it’s magical. It’s one of those cities. You either fall in love with it and embrace that, or just,” she laughed, “i don’t know, get your heartbroken.”

When Corbyn didn’t respond, she kept going.

“If you let it, it’ll show you beautiful things. Or it’ll forever be what could’ve been beautiful. It’s what you let it be.”

Corbyn nodded, encapsulated by her voice.

“I fell in love with it. It’s free. It’s fast. It’s,” she turned to him, giggling as she mocked him, “beautiful.”

Corbyn left happily that night, with a kiss on the cheek and a phone number to text which he gladly did the next day. And the day after. And for the rest of the week. And then the texts turned into snapchats, then 4 AM calls, and all of a sudden they were confessing their feelings a second behind the lag of a facetime call.

The first month was steady. They were dipping into the waters, deciding boundaries and becoming comfortable.

From there, everything built up. They really did like each other, both of them wanted to see where it was going. But 802 miles between them wasn’t exactly helping their cause.

Corbyn strummed on his guitar, humming a tune to himself.

“Corb?” she muttered.

He placed a hand over the strings, silencing the music. “Yeah?”

“Play me something?”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay,” he nodded, “Close your eyes, love.” He strummed slow, peaceful chords, quiet words tumbled out of his mouth.

She sighed contently. “I can’t do this, bear.”

The mumble-singing stopped as Corbyn frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t not be with you.”

He took a deep breath, thumping his hand on his guitar. “You could always come move in with us?”

“You’d let me?” She smiled softly. He did too.

“So, it’s good? Start packing, get here ASAP.”

“I’ll be there ASAP,” she giggled, “I love you, bye!” She waved enthusiastically and he smiled as she ended the call.

And she really was there ASAP. Only a couple weeks later, Corbyn was helping her unpack her things into the house, helping her pin her Heathers poster to the wall of his bedroom.

And they were happy. They really were. She stayed at his place with him. Well, with him in the sense that he lived there too. He wasn’t really home much. But they were happy.

She made a few friends. Tate. Gabbie. Both of them tried to accept her as one of their own but they weren’t the girls back home. They didn’t really know her.

She would often wander the house, cleaning to give herself something to do. Flipping through Corbyn’s photo albums and looking at family photos. She dripped a few tears as she remembered her younger brothers who she hadn’t seen in eternity. Okay, 3 months.

Basically eternity.

And she tried. She tried so hard. To be happy. For Corbyn, who was too blinded by her smile to see that it never reached her eyes. For her parents, who called everyday to make sure she was safe, but tended to forget to ask if she was okay. For Tate and Gabbie, who could never have even noticed that the bags under her eyes weren’t from “late night trysts” with her blond boyfriend, but sleeping with her back to him so he couldn’t see her cry instead.

But it didn’t work. She could feel it eating away at her bones. The unfamiliarity of the city, the homesickness she felt for El Paso, the need to walk into her favorite diner and see the sunset off that huge hill one last time. Or again and again and again until it was seared into her memory.

So, that night at dinner, she tried to sear him into her memory instead. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. The way he leaned over the small table to whisper about the family at the table behind him. The way his hair fell after he ran a hand through it. The sparkle in his eyes when fans came up to him to take photos and the way he always gave them what they wanted.

She wished, so, so bad, that she could’ve given him what he wanted.

She tried to act like it was okay. She wiped away every tear that fell before Corbyn could even notice. She agreed that they should go bowling with the boys next week, even though she knew she wouldn’t be here to. She let him go on believing it was okay. Because she knew she couldn’t see the hurt in his face when he found out it wasn’t.

She laid next to him until he was asleep. And then she packed. She checked over the house one last time and her eyes stopped on the albums. The small one she had filled with her favorite pictures from all of his family albums. And she couldn’t leave it behind. She couldn’t leave every single piece of him behind so she buried it into her bag.

And she kissed him goodbye.

She stepped into the cold air outside his apartment, closing the door behind her softly. His favorite hoodie was still on her.

She took her bag to the staircase and she paused. She took out her phone and she sat down on the steps. She called his number and set the phone next to her.

She could hear his phone ringing, only 15 feet away, just behind that door. She wasn’t stupid. She knew he wasn’t going to wake up to get it. The phone went to voicemail.

“You’ve reached Corbyn. Drop your message at the beep!”

She sniffles.

“Hi, baby. I know. I know. And I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.” She sobbed into her hands. “I can’t take it, Corb. I thought i was ready to leave Suncity, to leave home, but I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. You have to understand, I couldn’t stay here. It was never you. Please, for a second, don’t ever blame yourself. It was never you. I let the city break me, Corbyn.” She gasped for air. “Do you remember the night we met? I told you you’ll either fall in love with that city, or you’ll let it break your heart. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry it broke your heart. I loved you. Don’t ever think I didn’t love you. I’m sorry i had to this, and I’m sorry I can’t go bowling with the boys next week. Tell them I love them, too.” She watched the Uber pull up in front of the building. “I’m going home, baby. I’ll be safe, I promise. Please, when you get this, promise you’ll be okay. I don’t even know if I will, but please, for me. Yeah. You’re gonna be okay. Okay. Bye, Corbyn.”

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playinonaloop · 7 years ago

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Bathbomb - C.B

That wasn’t funny

This isn’t what it looks like! Okay… Maybe it is.

Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night

Requested by: @noodleswdw

Sundays have always been your favourite day of the week, for multiple reasons. One of the reasons being, you didn’t had to do homework. But since you moved out to L.A. the feeling of being totally free on sunday slowly started to fade. It totally got ruined when you finally got into your dorm room and started college. Even when you were free from school work, you were still too busy with bills and food and even work to relax.

This sunday wasn’t supposed to be any different, you had a script to finish for your writing class. You woke up after a short night, already being sleepdeprived everything went wrong from the moment you got up. Starting off by tripping on your sweatpants that were lying on the floor, causing to wake up your bestfriend who was still sleeping after a night out, which you didn’t go to since you were up all night working on your script. ‘My gosh.. Can’t you be a little more quiet?! I am trying to sleep here!’ She spat angrily, you softly mumble lots of sorry’s before putting your sweatpants on and hurrying to the shared kitchen. You quickly open the cabinet and your beloved mug drops out of it and shatters right for your eyes. A foul curse leaves your mouth as you start cleaning up the bits and pieces ‘No coffee for me today..’ You sigh as it comes to your mind that you still had to go to the store to get some coffee beans.

After eating burned toast with only butter since you also ran out of eggs, you quickly put on some make-up to get ready to finish your script and maybe even see your boyfriend Corbyn if you could finish it before six. When you finally sat yourself down with a bottle of water and your laptop, you recieved a text from Corbyn.

Corbeann: Hii babe! I know you will probably be very busy today but I just wanted to let you know I love you and I hope I’ll see you today. Also please let me know if you’re coming by today, maybe you can come over for dinner and a movie? I’ll cook!

This boy never failed to make you smile and even though your day started off rough, Corbyn didn’t fail once again. With a bright smile on your mouth you face time him.

‘Heyy baby’ His raspy voice came through and you went all fuzy, his morning voice was the cutest and it was one of the things you loved about him.

‘Hello love, did you just wake up?’ Now his face comes to the camera and you see a sleepy Corbyn. ‘Yes I did, how is that script coming along babe?’ ‘Well.. I am so close to finishing it but like I don’t know how to end it. I have four or even five ideas on how to end it.’ He just stared at you, his eyes locked on yours. ‘Watcha looking at?’ You giggle, starting your laptop and opening the script. ‘Well, I am currently looking at the most beautiful woman in my life who is so stressed about a script and is still looking stunning while being stressed.’ A blush crept on your cheeks as you looked away ‘Thank you babe’ You softly say as you turn back to facetime. ‘I have to go now, hopefully I’ll finish it soon’ ‘Wait! Are you coming over for dinner or not? It would be so nice.’ He looked at you nervously. ‘Yes ofcourse, I’ll be there around six alright?’ ‘Yay! Love you babe.’ ‘I love you too.’

A few hours later, you put the last page of your script in your binder. It took you around full 4 hours of rewriting and even writing different endings but you made it just in time. You quickly grab your bag and keys, running off to make it just in time.

You walk in right on time to see Corbyn running around, fully covered in flower and what looks like egg. ‘What the actual…’ Two seconds later Jack comes running past you, he looked even worse then Corbyn. His curls wear covered in egg yolk and he was carying a bag of sugar. A laugh escapes your mouth while you walk behind them, you quickly took out your phone to get some footage. Jonah saw you first and kept quiet while you filmed the boys fighting eachother with eggs and flower and salt. Corbyn then turned around and went red as soon as he saw you ‘Hey babe.. This isn’t what it looks like! ’ Jack turned around too, dropping the bag of sugar as he just sneaked off. ‘Oh really? ‘Cause it looks like you didn’t cook but had a food fight without me?!’ The corners of your mouth are so tempted to turn upwards. ‘Okay… Maybe it is.’ He started to come closer, you slowly stepped backwards. ’Come here babe, I want a hug’ His smirk told you that you had about 4 seconds before you would also be covered in flower, eggs and sugar. You quickly threw your bag on the couch outside and took a sprint to the kitchen to escape from Corbyn, who was now running after you. ‘BABE! COME HERE I WANT MY HUG!’ ‘NOT WHEN YOU LOOK LIKE THAT!’ Luckily, you weren’t in a bad shape so you kept running around the house. At some point, you thought you had lost him and you took a quick breath. You felt someone pull you into a hug and before you knew it you were fully covered in flower and eggs. He started laughing, ‘Haha! I got you, but damn my girl is atlethic.’ you felt his lips kissing your neck as you just gave up and turned around. ‘I hate you, this is my fave shirt and now it’s ruined!’ You acted like a drama queen, fake tears and all. ‘Sorry babe, I’ll get you a new one.’ He softly places a kiss on your in flower covered hair. ‘You know that this wasn’t funny’

When the two of you went back to the kitchen, Corbyn quickly leads you away to the dining table. It was perfectly set up, romantic lights, soft music and a fully dressed table. ‘Baby..’ you whine softly as you start to smile. You turn around to look at him, you find him staring at you. ‘I love you’ And that was all he needed, he pulled you into a tight hug, your lips finally making contact. The kiss was soft and gentle. ‘I love you too, but you have to sit down now, I’ll get the food.’ He pecked a quick kiss on your lips and turned around back to the kitchen. You sighted, sat down and waited patiently on Corbyn. This boy had your head spinning, making you fall in love with him even more on a daily base. After a few minutes he came back with two plates, you couldn’t directlty see what it was. ‘So we’ll start off with roasted vegetables with some mashed potatoes and for you a small piece of steak.’ He put the plate down infront of you ‘This smells amazing babe!’ You patiently wait until he’s seated, when he is, the two of you dig in and have an amazing dinner without being interreputed by any of the boys.

After desert, the two of you head upstairs. Corbyn had a whole night planned out but first you really had to wash off the flower and eggs since it started to itch. ‘I’ll run the bath, we’re too dirty to go into my bed like this!’ A small giggle left your mouth as you picked out a bathbomb. ‘You really like that one don’t you?’ His breath made your hairs stand up straight. ‘Mmhm’ You softly hummed as you turned around, brushing his lips as you walked away towards the bath. His arms shyly wrapped around your waist. Although the two of you had showered together many times before, every time Corbyn would take it slow with you, making sure you were as good as you could be while getting naked with him. ‘May I?’ You turned around, making eye contact with him and nodding. He tugged on your shirt and then slowly pulled it off. You took his shirt off and his pants too. ‘Come on babe, I’m getting cold.’ He slowly took of your pants too. ‘I am fine, Corbyn, let’s just get in.’

You just wanted to close your eyes for two seconds, just to relax a bit. But when you opened them, you realised that it had been a bit longer that two seconds. You were still laying on his chest and Corbyn was sleeping, the water had gone cold. A quick look on your phone told you that it was half past nine and that you had so many follow requests, it made you wonder what did Corbyn or one of the boys post? You open Instagram to see a cute picture of you and Corbyn at the dining table, fully covered in flower and eggs while eating dinner. Jonah snapped the photo and posted it on his story, with your name under it. Everyone knew you were Corbyns girlfriend but the two of you decided to keep your instagram private, at least the one you had since high school. You had created a second account since the fans wanted to follow you. But Jonah linked the wrong instagram, oh well it was private and it wouldn’t go off private soon.

Corbyn woke up shortly after you, the two of you decided to shower and Corbyn got ready for bed. You got ready to go back to your dorm.

‘Babe?’ ‘Yes?’ He grabbed your hand. ‘Thank you for tonight’ You leaned in for a kiss, Corbyn pulled you close deepening the kiss a bit. ‘I love you [Y/N].’ He smiled as you got into the car. You drove off , going back to the stress. But you know you could always come back, because Corbyn was your home and you was his.

Later that night you recieved lots of texts of Corbyn. Some were about Jonah linking the wrong insta and how sorry he was. And some of them were total random. The most random one came around 2 A.M after facetiming. It was a picture of an apartment in L.A. Corbyn wanted to buy it and live there with you.

[Y/N]: Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night babe.

Corbeann: But I want to live there with you babe!

[Y/N]: We will live together, you just gotta put a 💍 on it first! 😜

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Sooooo this is a Corbyn fic that didn’t turn out angsty, not really sure about it. Writing it was so much fun! Love y'all

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