#Corbyn Besson x y/n

[evermoresversion]

dating corbyn besson would include.

TW: Suggestive content.

First of all, his love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time.

He always asks you to paint his nails or if you do your own on acrylics he will want the same design in gelish.

He always wants to combine everything with you.

Whether it's clothes, nail art, accessories, whatever.

Lots of gifts, whether they are small details or letters that he make by hand.

There was one time when he wrote you a little poem on a napkin when you were on a date night.

When he writes songs you are the first one he shows them to.

Loves you too much.

He dedicates songs to you.

Anything, gift or whatever you give him, he keeps in a box that he has in his apartment.

When you no longer want to walk, he carries you on his back.

He lets you dye his hair.

He definitely uses your boobs as his personal pillow after a long day.

He adores, no, he loves you stroking his hair when you're both about to sleep.

You accompany him with the boys to record in the studio.

You are Daniel's best friend.

Him making pranks to you and you getting upset because of it.

When someone in an interview mentions you, he immediately start smiling.

Him being a great simp for you.

The boys teasing him about it.

All the parts that he plays in love songs and he has to write, he does it with you in mind.

Faithful believer that both are made for each other and will never end.

He is capable of telling you that he is pregnant if you ever think about breaking up with him.

With his antics you never get bored.

He always insists that both of you should sleep together.

Or he also insists that you should shower together to "save water".

Which brings us to shower sex if you accept his proposal.

But if you don't accept, he'll pout and cling to you like a flea and look at you with pleading eyes for you to accept.

When the two of you are together in a crowded place, he keeps you next to him or within his line of sight so he doesn't lose you.

He lets you do your makeup or skincare routine on him.

He steals food from your plate.

He would adopt a puppy to be your son.

Night talks about what your future together would be like.

He is excited to talk about what your ideal wedding of both would be like.

He always tries to get you to accompany him on all his tours.

But when you can't or you have something to do, you always receive him at the airport.

After each concert you wait for him backstage, when he sees you he hugs you strongly grateful for having you in his life to share his achievements.

Lots of kisses on the forehead.

Quickies between rehearsals or sound check.

The boys know what you do when you both disappear together.

The fans adore you and accept you as their boy's girl.

Beautiful edits of both on TikTok.

Your social media of both are full of your relationship.

Ashley, his sister, adores you.

And also all his family.

Whenever they have a family reunion or travel, his mother asks Corbyn to invite you.

Ashley having a fanpage about your relationship with her brother.

And she has also proclaimed herself as the president of the fan club of your relationship.

Him acting like a little kid around you.

You are definitely the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

Make your requests.

[multifandomworldsposts]

The Kidnapper PT 4

A/N: i cried while typing this up. so enjoy this part of The Kidnapper!

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

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

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

PT 3

Michael’s POV

The guys and I get on google maps and searched the address from the envelope. “We got something Mike!” Chris says. I go to the computer and see the place, it looks like a dump. My baby sister is in there. “Search up Joseph, Anderson.” I look at my phone, we took a picture of the address and name. Chris typed up the guy’s name, James comes up behind us. “I think I found him.” Mark came behind us to look at the pictures of the man. “He looks terrifying.” “That man has Madison.” “We need to go to that address.” “What do we need?” James questions. “Protection and a phone to call the police.” I look at James. “We need a crowbar, a uh, hammer, and uh-“ “Why a hammer?” Markson says. “Well in the letter, she’s chained up, we need it to get the chains off of her from the hammer.” Mark shakes his head.

We get the supplies in Mark’s car and got the address in my phone and drove off. We’re getting my sister back!

Madison’s POV

I look down at my body, why do I look skinny like bad skinny, he’s slowly killing me. I’m so hungry.

I hear footsteps, it’s Joseph. “Madison, I’m going to the nearest Hy-Vee. I’ll be back about, a hour.” He looks at his watch and me. “Fine.” He walks upstairs and locks the door.

20 minutes later

I’m about to fall asleep until I hear banging and screaming, that’s Michael’s scream. “Madison! Madison! WHERE ARE YOU!” Markson yells. “I’m down in the basement! IM DOWN IN THE BASEMENT!” I hear running and the door getting hit and opens and I hear running again. The first person I see is, Markson. “Mads.” Michael said. The guys run and starts to hug me but I whimper. “Are you okay?” Chris questions. “If you get me out of these chains.” “Where’s the key?” “I don’t know.” The boys look around and James says, “The hammer!” Michael grabs it out of his bag and hits the chains until they break. The chains on my wrists fall off of me and I hug Mark. “Call the police.” Michael says to James “I missed you so much baby.” Mark whispers in my ear. “I missed you too and you to Mike.” “I called the police, they’re coming.” James says. “Let’s get out of this place.” Mike said. Mark picks me up and takes me to the stairs and I look around to see what I’ve been in for god knows how long.

When we get out of the house, I squint. “I forgot what the outside looks like.” Mark looks at me and sets me on the grass and sits next to me.

3 minutes later

We see police cars. One police officer comes up to me and says, “Are you Madison Hart?” “Yes I am.” “Is Joseph Anderson in there?” “No he went to the nearest Hy-Vee.” “Get number 34 to 75123 West 89th Road.” I lay my head on Mark’s shoulder. “Madison, mom wants to talk to you.” I grab the phone and put the phone on my ear, “Mom?” “Maddie?” “Yes mama?” “Is it really you.” “It’s me mom. It’s your daughter.” “Madison!” I hear my dad. “It’s me dad!” “Where’s Michael?” “Next to me.” “Is there police there?” “Yes there is.” “Give me the phone to any of them.” “Mike give this to any of the police.” Michael goes to a cop and gives it to him.

15 minutes later

I hear a car come to the scene and it’s my parents and Ally. I try to get up but I’m too weak to get up, Michael and Markson help me up and they help me to go to my parents. “Madison, it’s really you.” “It’s me mama.” She hugs me and kisses my cheek. I look at Ally and I limp up to her and I can see her face, looking happy but worried about me. “Ally, I missed you.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Mads, I- I- I can’t believe it’s you. You look different.” “It’s because of the man who kept me in that house.” “Oh god I missed you so much.” Ally hugs me, I feel a little pain so I whimper. “I’m sorry Madison.” She stops hugging me. “It’s okay but when I feel better, you can hug me like that again.” We both chuckle. “Dad!” I hug him tightly. I hear him whimper. I look up at him and say “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” He looks down at me. I can see a tears in his eyes. I feel other hands around me, I look around and it’s the people who I love. All of us did a group hug, I never felt this happy ever since I saw my family and friends seeing me dance on stage since god knows when.

“Hart family, Joseph Anderson has been found and is taken to custody at this time.” A police officer came up to us and says. “You hear that Madison? The son of bitch has been found!” Mark says. I felt so relieved!

Eventually, my family gave me food and water and took me home where I feel safe. We’re going to get that bastard in jail!

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Can’t Keep Fixing You ~Corbyn Besson~

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

word count: 2k

pairing: corbyn besson x reader

warnings: heartbreak, angst

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going tonight?”

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

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

It was not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I know, Corbyn. I know."

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

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

"How was your bath?"

"It was relaxing. Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are you going?"

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

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

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

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

"What did you do?"

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

"And what did she say?"

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

"She doesnt hate you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't get any sleep."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too."

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[heartbreakgrill]

Love Song; Corbyn Besson

description: yeah just some good ol’ friends to lovers 😋

Your face clenched up as the nurse swabbed your nose. The urge to sneeze came over when she tugged it out, and you quickly pulled up your mask. After a round of watery eyes and the oddest facial expression, the sneeze subsided.

“Thank you,” you told her, a laugh dancing at the edge of you tone.

Her eyes crinkled, showing the smile beneath her mask. “You’re welcome. It’ll just be a minute.”

You stood from the chair, plopping down beside Zach on the couch. He was playing on his phone, but looked up when he noticed your presence.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” He watched your hand rub at your nose over the mask.

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled.

Zach went back to his phone and you unlocked your own, crossing a leg over the other. Soon, his name was called and he snapped off his mask. Negative.

Daniel replaced Zach in the seat beside you. You bid him hello and he said, “Hey. How are you today?”

“Was doing fine before I had to have a stick in my nose,” you giggled.

Daniel laughed as well. “Yeah, but whatever we have to do to get to celebrate.”

“New normal,” you nodded.

“Y/N!” The other nurse called out from her clipboard.

You flashed your eyebrows at Daniel and stood from the couch. Slipping your phone into your butt pocket, you walked over to the table.

“You are negative, my dear. We’re having everyone who has already been tested to stay in the kitchen.”

You took the packet of your information from the nurse, thanked them again, and joined Zach, Corbyn, and Christian in the kitchen. You slipped the pink mask in your jean jacket pocket as you took the empty bar stool next to Christian.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted.

Corbyn perked up at the sound of your voice, peaking up from his phone. He was directly across from you, leaning his chin against the ball of his palm. You glanced around at the boys, meeting his eyes over the top of his phone.

“Hey, Y/N, when did you get here?” Christian spoke, drawing your eyes away from Corbyn.

You cleared your throat and folded your hands in your lap. They were clammy now, budding heat throughout your face. His eyes.

“Like ten minutes ago. I said I was here in the group chat,” you reminded Christian.

He shrugged, “I don’t really pay attention.”

“Rip,” you laughed.

Zach and Christian went back to their conversation about the album, the only valid topic of interest for the night ahead.

You glanced back over at Corbyn, who had shifted so he could pretend like he hadn’t blushed at your presence. You sat there for a moment, contemplating saying anything at all. Ultimately you settled on tugging out your phone again.

You leaned on the counter, scrolling through people’s Instagram stories. You swiped past Why Don’t We’s shared page and fell on Corbyn’s. It was a selfie, one he took mere moments before you sat down. You flushed red, eyes gently lifting to take in how he looked right now.

His eyes.

You forced an awkward smile at the awkward eye contact, feeling...awkward.

You looked back down at your phone. It seems everyone of the boy’s friends and family members had posted about the album. Except you. You felt slightly guilty, voicing your concerns to the boys before you. Jonah and Daniel had since joined you guys in the kitchen, talking with Christian and Zach.

“No worries, Y/N. I mean, you’re here,” Jonah shrugged it off.

Zach added, “Yeah, but if you wanna post something go ahead.

“Why don’t we just take a selfie or something?” Daniel suggested, tipping his water bottle towards the phone in your hand.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good. I know it doesn’t matter, but I really want you guys to get number 1 on the charts,” you grinned sheepishly.

Jack appeared beside you, slinging on arm around your shoulder. You noticed Corbyn shift again, gulping and eyeing Jack’s arm.

“Oh, we will, Y/N, we will,” he winked at you.

You laughed loudly at his expression. “I believe in you, Jack Avery.”

He squeezed your shoulder. Everybody moved to stand around you, Corbyn ending up too far away. You tried to see where it was he was standing, just because you felt comfortable being able to see him, seeing you. But you couldn’t.

You were attempting to hold the phone out far enough to get everyone in frame, but your arm wasn’t long enough. Everybody laughed at your struggle. Jonah took the phone from you and angled it at the group. He snapped the photo and everyone dispersed.

Jonah ended up in the seat across from you, Zach next to him where he had been. Daniel, Jack, and Christian decided to start pouring drinks, since it was nearing 11 pm. Corbyn stood there for a minute, contemplating running off the edge of the world.

He settled in the seat beside you which drew your attention from your phone. You had been captioning the Instagram post, struggling to come up with something interesting.

“Hey, Corbyn,” you weakly smiled.

He smiled. “Hey.” His voice made your knees weak.

You flashed the screen at him, pushing down the red blush willing itself to paint your face. “What do you think I should caption it?”

“I don’t know,” he let out a breathy laugh, “uh, maybe a joke. Like, track 4 was written about me.”

You shared a laugh with him, happy nothing felt stuffed of weird energy for even a mere few minutes of conversation.

“That would be really funny, but probably cause some drama. How about, like, ‘dibs on Love Song?’ Because I genuinely feel like that ones gonna be so good.”

Corbyn gulped, “I wrote that one with Daniel.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “Then, I call it.”

Red cheeks all around.

You quickly posted it. Soon, the room was engulfed with music, the 3 singles the boys had released filling the air. There was a single camera on the band, standing around the kitchen island you had once been sitting at.

You stood to the side with Anna and Kay, a glass of champagne in your hand. You had since abandoned your Jean jacket, revealing the flowery, thin strapped corset that left your midrif out in the open. You felt really hot, be it because of the outfit, your sparse interactions with Corbyn, or the alcohol beginning to take hold of your bones.

See, there was something there with Corbyn, something nobody really even knew about. In fact, you didn’t even know if Corbyn himself remembered.

You had been good friends with the entire band since they moved to LA, attending concerts when you weren’t in school and hanging out constantly. Of course, as any pathetic pining story went, you’d been in love with Corbyn since you’d met him, but his heart had always belonged to Christina.

When you discovered they broke up, you felt elated for half a second. Then, he called you in tears.

“I know we’re not expectionally close, but I need somebody. The guys, they just don’t understand.l

Since that moment, you guys had been attached at the hip. Quarantine had been boring at first, terrifying, even. But, then you’d begun to spend every waking moment with Corbyn. You were the one who suggested he dye his hair black, had helped him do it. you’d gone with him when the tattoo shops opened again and helped him pick which one looked best. You’d helped them move into their new house, helped Corbyn decorate his new space. Hell, you’d even suggested a song lyric or two when laying on Corbyn’s bed, listening to him across the room on his guitar.

And then, on your birthday a few months ago, you had gotten exceptionally drunk to drown the sorrows of lusting after your best friend. When the clock struck midnight, Corbyn had already hauled down a taxi from the bar, slung your arm around his neck, cradling your waist as he tried to get you inside.

Out of nowhere, the sky began pouring buckets of rain. You fell against his chest, laughing hysterically at the ironically cliche moment. Corbyn somehow nuzzled his nose into your neck, giggling along with your drunken haze.

You pulled back gently, the closeness emitting a fierce confidence in your gut which enabled you to lean up and kiss him. He kissed you back, but when he remembered how drunk you were, he tugged away.

“I can’t do this,” he urged, but you mistook his respect for consent as rejection.

You mumbled, “But I’m in love with you.”

You didn’t remember for a few days after, what had happened that night. All you knew was you had woken up in Corbyn’s bed, his clothes on you, a headache in your head, and your dress soaking wet over the bathtub.

Then, a few days later, when you were perched on Corbyn’s bed, watching an episode of Big Mouth, he made a joke about how, “in love you are with,” him. Your eyes widened, breath hitched, and a memory pulled itself from your brain. You suddenly stood up, his arm dropping to the comforter since it had been around your shoulders.

You made some excuse about homework, though you both knew you had finished your finals the night prior. Since then, neither of you had really spoken at all.

You clenched the champagne glass between your fingers, turning them white from frustration. You felt a hand on your shoulder, turning towards Anna.

“Everything okay?” She glanced between your eyes, noticing the tears welled up there.

You sniffled and blinked the tears away. One dribbled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away. Anna’s bottom lip jutted out in a pitiful expression and she pulled you into a hug. You wanted to collapse into her, sobbing your way through the album’s release. But, you squeezed your face shut and grabbed the composure that was running away from you.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you tugged back and set your glass on the table beside you. You quickly strode to the bathroom, shutting it behind you.

You wiped under your eyes with a wet cloth, salvaging your eye makeup. Your eyes were still red, though, red and pupils blown up in a sad countenance.

There was a knock on the door and you tensed up. Daniel’s voice came from the other side of the door, soft and sweet.

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

You already knew he had seen you crying on Anna, and probably watched you storm away as quietly as one could when they were this upset. You were taking him away from his night and that made you feel just horrible.

“Yeah,” your voice was weak.

Daniel gently opened the door. He didn’t try to hug you or tell it was going to be okay. Instead, he cradled your face in his head, pushing the hair back from your cheeks.

“I know. You don’t have to explain or try to push me away. I just know. All I can give is the fact that we wrote these songs about our lives. These songs are personal.”

You met his eyes, swimming in the undemanding answers he was laying in front of you. “What do you mean?”

He gave a warm smile, “Corbyn got really good at songwriting. Just listen.”

You hugged Daniel quickly before shutting off the light. He slung his arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to the kitchen. Everyone counted down for midnight and soon enough, the new songs were blasting through the kitchen.

You anticipated Love Song through the entirety of Be Myself, barely paying any attention to the song that you knew Daniel wrote exclusively by himself. Soon, Daniel’s voice was dancing through the speakers in an upbeat rhythm, singing the literal love song.

Right after, Corbyn’s voice came again.

“You came out of nowhere like a hurricane.”

You perked up, holding yourself together with your arms. Daniel caught your eyes and nodded firmly. Your eyes flickered across the room and met Corbyn‘s. He’d been watching you for a while, you settled. Though his band mates and friends were dancing around the kitchen, he was solemnly drinking his own champagne. His hair was damp from the bottle Jonah had cracked open at midnight.

“Pulled me in and kissed me in the rain. And I fell for you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You found his eyes again, your face bright red. An overwhelming grin came over you. Corbyn smiled in response, a dry chuckle shaking his shoulders. He shook his head, finally relieved.

You set down your glass again, tapping Anna on the shoulder. “I’ll be back, k?”

She squeezed your shoulder again, still feeling sympathetic. You looked to Corbyn and nodded towards the back door.

You slipped outside, taking a seat on one of the pool chairs. It was dark outside, only the light from the kitchen washing through the glass sliding doors.

You heard the doors open and close again, looking up from your shoes. You stood up, breathing in deeply. Corbyn stopped in front of you, fingers squeezing each other.

You nervously smiled up at him. “So...” you ached, “so, um, I guess I really did call track 4.”

Corbyn laughed, his hands coming around to your back. He pushed you into his chest, yours going up around his neck.

“Yeah,” his face drew back, “and it was about you.”

You grinned, pursing your lips to try and push it down. But, you were tired of pushing it all down, so you let your lips widen before landing themselves on Corbyn’s.

“You could be the one, girl you’re driving me crazy.”

[thequeenofneverland1]

Can I request a fake social media of why don't we and reader where they get jealous because the reader spended more time with her old ex banda

[polaroidmarais]

Going stargazing as w first date with corbyn and he’s telling you all the facts he knows about space and you just there like damn he the one

“so you see that constellation over there?” corbyn asks y/n as they next to each other on a blanket.

“that’s aquila. part of the summer triangle is in that constellation. it’s one of my favorites because you can see it best during the summer months.”

“so, right here, right now? this is the best time?” y/n asked turning to corbyn who was still staring above.

after a small pause, he turned and looked at y/n and nodded. y/n knew that this boy was the one, right here, right now.

[tempus-ut-luceant]

muse pt.2 • corbyn besson x reader

here’s part two! thanks for waiting for months for this because i wasn’t quite sure if i should continue! enjoy! also this is short so sorry about that, but i have hopes for the future sections to be longer! also unedited oops

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The next morning Corbyn arrived just as y/n walked around the corner. Y/n blushed as Corbyn waved to her. They walked into the boutique together and walked up to place their orders.

“Well, y/n, what’s the best?”

“Well I really love the raspberry iced tea and strawberry banana smoothie, but if you are looking for coffee to wake you up, I’d go for the vanilla latte.” Y/n said pointing out everything as she spoke.

“The latte sounds good since all this traveling makes me tired and I think I’ll take the cinnamon muffin too.”

Corbyn ordered and then y/n ordered her morning usual smoothie and bagel with cream cheese and the two wait while their food was prepared. Once their order was called Corbyn insisted that he pay. Then the two walked outside and found a small table for themselves.

“Okay, Corbyn, so you said that all of the traveling you do makes you tired. Why do you travel so much?” y/n asked.

Corbyn started searching for the right thing to say because he was not sure how he should explain his situation.

“Well, to be completely honest, I’m touring with my band right now.”

“Wait, you’re in a band!?” y/n asked excitedly.

“Ya, I’m 1/5 of Why Don’t We.”

“Wait a sec, I think I’ve heard that name before. Isn’t one of your songs Something Different?”

“Yes, yes it is,” Corbyn laughed out, “Have you heard it before?”

“I heard it on the radio when I was visiting the states not too long ago,” y/n explained.

The conversation continued on until Corbyn’s phone kept ringing and buzzing. The rest of the band was pestering him and asking how his “date” was going. Jonah asked him if he could bring back coffee for him. Zach and Jack kept texting stupid questions and Daniel kept apologizing for those said questions. Y/n laughed at how the rest of the band was so invested in how Corbyn was doing. The two laughed as Corbyn read aloud the questions that Jack and Zach had sent. In response, Corbyn took a selfie with y/n to prove that his date was real.

The rest of the date went off without a hitch and Corbyn and y/n walked back to the place where the band was staying so she could meet them. Both y/n and Corbyn were beyond excited, but for different reasons as they approached the boys. Corbyn was excited to introduce y/n to the rest of the band. Y/n on the other hand was excited to meet Corbyn’s friends that he spoke so fondly about. They walked side by side, hands brushing, but never joined.

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okay so a part 3 is on the way! please let me know if you want to be tagged! (people that are currently tagged are tagged because they showed interest in the writing!)

tags: @why-dont-we-everything @notfondoflightning @coolkidcorbyn @jackshappiness @thisgrlrocks03 @seaveyssparkle @bessonbear

[totomoshi]

Everybody Talks

Pairing: Why Don’t We x best friend!reader, Daniel Seavey x reader

Warning: Mentions of depression and death!!

authors note: this idea has been in my head for a few months now and i was a bit hesitant but, here’s my very first attempt of fanfiction based on my ideas. hope you guys love it !

Today was most probably the most boring day in all of the boring days... at least that’s what you thought.

In all honesty, with everything that’s been happening in the world + life making you depressed, you just wanted to go and have fun. Even if sometimes you don’t want to get out of bed and just stay in the comforts of your trusted blanket.

Alas, you know you’ll have to get out for food and water so here you are: lying on the couch for the past 10 minutes, figuring what to do to conquer your boredom. You’d call the boys, but they’re probably at the studio right now, at least that's what Daniel told you anyway.

You've already contemplated on whether just to go for a walk in the park for the needed amount of fresh air, but that meant you’d have to go change and you’re already so comfortable in your worn-out tank top and baggy jeans.

It was another 10 minutes of thinking when suddenly someone knocked on the door of your apartment.

“Who is it?” you asked

“It’s us!! Open up!!”

Wait a minute...that’s Daniel’s voice! But he's supposed to be at the studio...how did he -?

Your thoughts were interrupted by another knock on the door

“Come on y/n!! These snacks and pizzas are heavy y’know?!” Zach whined

‘Is the whole band here??’ you wondered

You decided to find answers of your own and immediately opened the door to find that not 1, not 2 but all 5 members of the boy band outside your door with each member bringing a type of snack, boxes of pizza and... CDs?

“What are you all doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the studio???” you asked surprised and a bit confused, to be honest

“Well...I- I mean we kinda lied” Daniel chuckled with the usual mischievous glint in his bright blue eyes

You immediately blushed and smiled shyly. It was amazing how with just a glance, this man can turn you into a blushing mess.

“Look, I’m glad that you guys are having a moment and everything but can we come in? Because I wasn't kidding when I said that these snacks and pizza boxes were heavy” Zach whined. Both Daniel’s and I face turned crimson red to that.

“O-oh yeah! Sorry guys, please come in!!” I stuttered as the boys started to scatter around the apartment

“So the five of you still haven't answered my question, what are you doing here??” I questioned

“We heard you weren’t feeling well, that's why we decided to come and check up on you” Jonah spoke up

“It’s okay guys, I can handle it. I’m used to handling this on my own, it will pass. Trust me.” I reassured

“We know, but nobody should be dealing with these types of things alone. We all understand how you feel so trust me when I say for all of us, that we’re here for you. You’re not going through this alone, you have us.” Daniel reassured while looking at me with his soft eyes that radiated a blue so bright that it could give the sea a run for its money.

If you were being honest, you weren't always like this. Usually, you could hold it all in but with your grandfather’s death anniversary coming up and all of your schoolwork increasing, you felt like you were gonna burst. Also, the fact that the boys were all here wasn't making the entire ‘holding it in’ plan promising.

After hearing Daniel's reassurance, you decided to just let it all out and that's how you became a sobbing mess in his arms.

“I-i just couldn't deal with everything you know? With grandpa’s anniversary coming up it's making it a hell lot difficult to be okay. Usually, I could hold it in but I just miss him so much” you sobbed into his hoodie

“Hey there, it's okay. You don't have to hold it in anymore. You have us, remember? We’ll always be here for you” Jack cooed

At this point, you don't even know if it was even possible to die from their purity and love for you.

“Y-you guys are the best. I love you guys so so much” you mumbled while reaching out to form a group hug

“We love you too y/n,” they said

“Yeah, some more than others” Corbyn mumbled which was immediately met with 4 other glares

“What?”

“Uh, nothing!! Nothing at all!” he replied nervously

You just shrugged it off thinking it was some sort of an inside joke between them

“So, what else did you all decided to grace me with? Besides your presence of course,” you asked teasingly

“Well, we knew how much you loved it when I did a cover of Everybody Talks on my Instagram live. So we decided to do the full cover of it, right here just for you” Daniel explained

Excited couldn't even begin to fully explain how you felt during this exact moment. Just to summarise it, your feelings were all over the place. Touched; because you didn't think he listened to your random rants especially the ones about him. Excited; who wouldn't be? You're about to hear your favourite boy band do a full cover of one of your favourite songs!! Then there were other feelings that you didn't think there would be enough words in the English language to describe it.

“Zach! Would you kindly do the honours?” Jonah asked

“It would be my pleasure” Zach jokingly said in a fake posh voice

He then went to your stereo and inserted the Everybody Talks cd. The minute the music started to play, you sat excitedly on the couch as the boys started to sing

Jonah

Hey baby, won't you look my way?

I can be your new addiction

Hey baby, what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction

I’m a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

I found out that everybody talks,

Everybody talks, everybody talks

You were honestly surprised because the minute Jonah started to sing, he pulled you up from the couch to dance with him to match the energetic beat of the song.

Daniel

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

And then she made my lips hurt

I could hear the chit chat

Take me to your love shack

Mama’s always gotta backtrack

When everybody talks back

Then, you were suddenly whisked into Daniel’s arms which in all honesty you didn’t mind one bit. As he sang the chorus, he looked into your eyes with his signature smile. Even though there were 4 other people in the room, it felt like both of you were the only two people there.

Corbyn

Hey honey, you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

Too much could be an overdose

All this trash talk make me itchin’

Oh my, my shit

Everybody talks, everybody talks

Everybody talks, too much

When it was Corbyn’s turn, him being Corbyn, he danced goofily around you which made you giggled and you decided to join him and be goofy too.

Daniel

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

And then she made my lips hurt

I could hear the chit chat

Take me to your love shack

Mama’s always gotta backtrack

When everybody talks back

You didn’t know whether it was your feelings for him or the fact that he was also your best friend, but you couldn't take your eyes off him. It was as if he was an angel that God sent you, he was just so perfect. But watching him dedicating the lyrics to you right now, you knew that whatever hell you go through, at the end of the day he’ll always be there to save you.

Jack

Never thought I’d live

To see the day

When everybody’s words got in the way

Hey

You knew that when it reached Jack’s part, he would back hug you and he did. It was something you two always did as you both were always affectionate with each other.

When the guitar riff started playing, the six of you started to dance like crazy. It was the exact thing you needed, just having fun with your 5 best friends.

Zach

Hey sugar, show me all your love

All you’re giving me is friction

Hey sugar, what you gotta say?

You knew exactly what to do when it was Zach’s turn. The minute he started singing, you climbed on his back which made him stumbled a little. He danced and spun with you on him which made you laugh like crazy.

Daniel

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

And then she made my lips hurt

I could hear the chit chat

Take me to your love shack

Mama's always gotta backtrack

When everybody talks back

The minute it was Daniel's turn again, he whisked you in his arms and started to twirl you which you didn't even know he could do. That boy’s always full of surprises.

All of you

Everybody talks

Everybody talks

Everybody talks

Everybody talks

Everybody talks

Everybody talks, back

Seeing you dance like that was something Daniel hadn't seen in a while. He was glad that you were smiling because of something he and the boys planned. He would give the world just to make sure you’d never lose your smile. It was 2 years into your friendship when he realised he was hopelessly in love with you. He knew he can't do anything that will risk the friendship that you two have. But seeing you having fun with his 4 best friends made him threw every doubt he had out the window.

‘Oh fuck it’ he thought

Corbyn

It started with a whisper

And that was when I kissed her

Just as Corbyn sang the second line, Daniel went up to you and planted his lips on yours. You? You were surprised. How could you not? The boy of your dreams is kissing you right now!! It took a few seconds but you gladly returned the kiss which made him smiled into the kiss.

After a few more seconds, the both of you pulled apart with huge smiles on your faces.

“I’ve been wanting to do that” Daniel mumbled

“Me too” you grinned

“Nailed it!!” the rest of the boys shouted which made the two of you laughed.

Who knew that dancing to your favourite song could lead you and your best friend to confess your feelings to each other?

[shawnshandwrittensongs]

now this is funny 😂❤️

[writingisbetterthandying]

Tour - CB

A/N: this gif is 🤪 so I apologize but it’s also cute :) also I kinda messed up and this is not what was requested so I apologize for that!

Edit: I posted this in 2019 and it’s pretty short lol hope you enjoy?

Warnings: a lil angst but that’s ok

Word count: 1k

Your POV

As I was humming some of the boys’ older tunes, washing the dishes, I suddenly heard my phone buzz frantically. I picked it up to see lots of notifications, mainly from twitter, but not from any accounts I recognized. There was also a text from Tyler, so I checked that first.

“Hey Y/N, the boys are pretty worried, a photo just leaked recently and it looks like you with another guy, one that isn’t Corbyn. I know you would never do something like that, but just to be safe, the boys requested you not contact them for a while.”

As I read more and more of the message I felt the lump build up in my throat and the slight prick of the tears gathering in my eyes. I would never cheat on Corbyn, and now I wanted to know how this obviously fake rumor spread so suddenly. I opened twitter and I checked my mentions. Tons of fan accounts sharing the same photo of me hugging my friend Lucas. I hadn’t seen him since high school, so running into him this morning outside of our go-to coffee shop was a pleasant surprise. We caught up a little with the promise to meet again soon, but I hadn’t realized that anyone had captured our moment together.

I texted Tyler back,

“I know the boys won’t respond to anything I share, but that was a high school friend, I know it doesn’t look great but I swear it was nothing more than a hug and a quick catching up.”

As I hit the blue arrow, despite knowing I wasn’t the one at fault, I just tried to think how Corbyn feels right now. I would hope that he would never think I would cheat, but there were fans that never really liked the two of us together, or me in general, and although that hurt, I never really thought that it would cause this rift, or whatever it is.

I was broken away from my thoughts with a ding, but I decided not to pick it up immediately, not feeling ready to deal with whatever else is suddenly being pushed down my throat.

Corbyn’s POV

I can’t believe she’d do that. I mean I never thought that she’d be a cheater. I mean long distance was hard, especially being on tour but I always felt there was that level of trust. I knew in the moment it was immature, but I went on twitter.

“hey so thanks to the fans for all the messages, @y/twitter/n thanks for wasting my time 💔”

The second it went up there was a flood of retweets and likes.

“@y/twitter/n was always a bitch, she never deserved him 😤”

“why is this trending?”

“what a two timing slut 🤪”

“did i miss something?”

“ugh thank god, corbyn deserves so much better”

“ngl i thought they were endgame 😔”

I read just a couple tweets before realizing that what I tweeted was wrong. The guilt seeped in as I truly recognized what I had done. I opened up twitter about to delete it when I got a call from Y/N. I picked up immediately.

“Hey bean? A-are you ok?” She sniffled lightly, and I could tell she’d been crying. It broke my heart to know that her first priority was asking me if I was okay.

“Yeah honey, I’m fine, how are you?” I tried to speak as calmly as I could. I guess something about what I said set something off because she immediately started bawling.

“I’m so sorry Corbyn! I know the photo looks bad but it was just a friend from high school and I swear I would never do anything to hurt you and I know I’m a terrible girlfriend and I know you’ll never want to see me again after tour is done and I can stop talking to the boys and I’ll just move in with Sydnie for a while and-” I could tell that she was panicking big time, and I knew I was the cause.

“Woah honey, hey hey hey, I’m right here okay? I believe you.”

“You do?” Her voice was calmer now, although she still seemed hesitant.

“I believe you, and I’m sorry about the tweet, it was the swing of my emotions and I know you would never cheat.”

The line was almost dead for a while...

“Are you still there?”

“Yeah...” I could hear her thinking over the line.

“Y/N, listen to me. You are the best thing that’s happened to me. It’s you and the boys, okay? It’s you and me forever, I love you.” I wanted to reassure her, I needed her to know how important she is to me.

“I love you too bean.” There was a slight sniffle from her end.

“I’ll call you tonight ok? No more tears from you missy, ok?”

“Yeah, okay Corbyn. Love you, bye bye.”

“I love you too, okay? Bye.”

Your POV

Although hearing Corbyn’s words was reassuring, looking at his tweet the whole phone call was devastating. So was seeing all of the fans that were cheering on the end of your relationship. Being seen as a waste of his time, being broken up with or whatever happened because of that tweet happen, over Twitter without any confirmation or direct communication, really did wonders to any semblance of self worth I thought I had. I felt another wave of tears start to come, so I turned off my phone and went to bed. Hopefully the morning would bring better things.

Corbyn’s POV

After the call I deleted the tweet. I felt exhausted, and luckily there was no show tonight. I decided to make another post, as it was late back in LA, so it was something Y/N would be able to wake up to. Something positive to hold on to before I get back to her.

corbynbesson i’ve realized in the past couple hours the true power of words. honey, i love you, and i always will. everything that happened today was not your fault, and i want you to know that. i’m so glad that for 3 years I’ve been able to call you mine. i love you so very much and i’m very ashamed that some “fans” reacted in the ways that they did. i’m also disappointed in myself for acting in such an immature way. but to those “fans”- if you can’t support any of us because of our personal life choices, please do not support us at all. we only want postitive vibes for wdw. getting back to my love, @y/insta/n I love you honey, see you after tour. 💛🍯

“What a pleasant surprise to wake up in the morning to,” I thought as I hit post and went to bed.

[evermoresversion]

MASTERLIST (Corbyn's Version)

⌕ Dating Corbyn Besson would include. +18

Make your requests right here.

[multifandomworldsposts]

The Kidnapper PT 2

pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

characters:

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

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

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

WARNING: rape, swearing, sexual assault, underage drinking.

PT 1

Madison’s POV

I wake up in a, basement? Where am I? I try to lift my arms and feel chains on my wrists, what the hell is going on? I hear footsteps and I see a figure, who is this? “Who are you?” I question. No answer. “Why am I here?” Again, no answer. “Who the fuck are you?” I said louder. “Princess, enough with these questions.” The voice said in the darkness. “Don’t call me that.” I get uncomfortable by this guy. I try to sit up straight and asked, “What’s your name?” I hear movement. “I’m Joseph and I know who you are.” “I don’t understand.” “Let me spell it for you, TikTok.” He’s seen my videos? I feel disgusting. He turns the lights to make me see him, he looks messy and gross. “H-how did you discover me?” “Your ‘Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’’ video.” I did a dance like, a year ago and it I danced to Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ by Michael Jackson because I thought it would be so much fun to put it on my social medias. Now I just want to delete my socials completely. “So you want to kidnap me for that?” He comes close to me but I try to scoot backwards but I couldn’t go any further, “I think you should dance for me.” I slap him in the face. “I think you should go fuck yourself!” I yelled. He feels his face and I see redness on his left cheek. He starts to choke me, I start to gasp for air and started to grab his wrists so he could let me go, “You’re going to stay here for a long time Princess.” He lets go of me, I start coughing, he walks back to the stairs where, I bet where his kitchen is at. He’s fucking crazy! “YOURE A CRAZY SON OF A BITCH YOU KNOW THAT!” I screamed. He stops in his tracks and looks at me and says, “I’m not the one who dresses like a whore.” He walks upstairs and I hear a door open and scream “GO FUCK YOURSELF!” The door slams and locks. I curl up in a ball and start to cry. ‘I need to get out of here.’ I thought.

Michael’s POV

How could this happen, my baby sister got kidnapped, I’m going to kill whoever has her. “Michael!” I looked around and it’s my dad. “We need to go to police station.” “Okay.” I get my phone and went to my dad’s car.

THE POLICE STATION

“Now why are you guys here?” One police officer said.

“We’re here for a investigation of kidnapping.” “What’s the person’s name you’re talking about?” “Madison Hart, and here’s a picture of her.” My dad gives to the police.

THE NEXT DAY

The news showed Madison and we had to do a lot of interviews, really stressful but we need to find her. We went to the police station to do an interview, I kinda went over the edge.

“Listen we’re trying to help your family son, we’re trying our best here.” one police officer said.

“I just want my sister back, I don’t care how long it’ll take I JUST WANT MADDIE BACK!” I cracked. I start to cry, my dad rubs on my back and says “It’s been hard for the last several weeks we just miss our Maddie.” “Who was the last person with Madison?” A detective says. I look up and say “Markson Jackson.”

The detectives made us leave and had Mark come in. We watched Mark in the viewing room. “What were you and Madison doing before she went missing?” Detective says. Markson looks nervous, “We went into a classroom that we actually met in because tomorrow is our anniversary and I wanted to surprise her with a necklace that she really wanted a few months back.” “Do you have it with you?” “I do.” Mark gets something out of his pants and it’s the necklace, Mads talked about that one time but I never realized how much she wanted it.

Madison’s POV

I’m starving, I’m hungry, I feel weak. I hear footsteps coming downstairs it’s Joseph with food and a water bottle. He sits down in front of me and sets the food in front of me I grab it and start to eat. The food surprisingly taste good. “How’s the food Madison?” “It’s so good.” I drink the water bottle it kinda tastes different. “How’s the drink?” “Uh, what’s the drink?” “It’s water.” “No it, it-“ I faint.

I weakly wake up and feel someone or something touching me, I can’t move. I feel pain in my vagina, what’s going on? I try to move my body but I feel someone keeping me at the place I’m at. I don’t know where I’m at. I try to fight, I start to kick and I hit something, I hear a groan. Who did I hit? I fell asleep. What just happened?

10 minutes later

I wake up and look down at my crouch, it’s bloody. What’s going on? I look around and see the water bottle and I pick it up and smell it, was it drugged? I got raped! Why I know, my parents told me about it a few months ago because of a documentary showed a woman getting raped and she told her kids about it. “Fuck you Joseph.” I thought. I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!

[munchyn]

Blue Eyes| Daniel x Reader Chapter 18- Move In

Remember how I said you're about to become 19 in this story? Well, forget that. You're going to be 18. Therefore you're younger than Zach. Also, Y/f/b should be the same age as you so I'm also changing her to 18 years old. Jennifer is the same age as the two of you.

🍉🍎🍉🍎🍉🍎🍉🍎🍉🍎🍉🍎

I was moving out of my aunt's house. I was about to become eighteen and was going to move in with Jenn and Y/f/n. My parents knew about this by the way and they totally agreed with me about it.

With the money the three of us gained, we would split the bills in three and pay them.

I was currently trying to lug some boxes out if my Aunts van. I managed to drag it a few centimeters out of the trunk and then gravity worked its magic and the box tumbled down to the ground. Luckily it wasn't something as important as books. A few of my shirts had fallen out of the box and onto the wet ground. Wet due to the rain last night.

I sighed in frustration and started placing them back into the box. My aunt crouched next to me to help me clean up. Together we carried the boxes to the front door of Jenns house. Where my two friends would take them upstairs and into my new room.

"I told the guys that I'm moving in with you," I tell Jenn and Y/f/n. "They said they wanted to come help decorate. Is it okay with you if they come over?"

"Yes! Totally!" says Jennifer. Y/f/n rolled her eyes and I looked at them in confusion.

"Okay," says Y/f/n. "Before you move in with us, you need to know that Jennifer has a thing for Zach."

"I do not!" she defends herself. Y/f/n looks at her with an unbelieving face. Jennifer can't help the smile on her face as she awkwardly laughs. "I'm telling the truth! I don't have feelings for Zach." Her cheeks go pink.

"Aww, you're blushing!" I coo at her. "You do like Zach. That's so cute. Omg, are we all going to end up with a Why Don't We boy? I mean you clearly like Zach and it's obvious that Corbyn and Y/f/n like each other," I say. "And I'm already with Daniel, losers." We all laugh. "Now that I repeat what I said in my head, I realize I sounded so rude. Sorry."

"Don't worry," says Jennifer. "It is true after all." Right after she said that we heard the doorbell ring. "I'll go get it." Jennifer went downstairs as me and Y/f/n started putting my clothes into a walk-in closet. I heard Jennifer talking with someone before I heard a bunch of footsteps going up the stairs.

"Hello Y/n!" screams Zach as he tackles me in a hug. I hear Jack do the same as another set of arms wrap around me.

"Hi Y/n," says Jonah once Zach and Jack pulled away and he gives me a light hug. Corbyn also says hi to me as we share a handshake we made together. Me and Corbyn had grown closer to each other and now it was as if he were my older brother.

"Wait! Why do you guys have a handshake!?!" complains Zach.

"Don't worry Zach," I say. "We can have one too if you want."

"Guys," I hear another voice at the back of the group. "Can I please see my girlfriend?" Daniel pushed through the guys to kiss me. "Hello Y/n."

"Hello Giraffe," I say and he pouts at me. "Accept it Dani, you're the Giraffe." I placed my lips against his again. I held his hand and turned to face the boys. "I guess we should go to Ikea now. I don't have any furniture yet."

We all went out to the cars and drove off to Ikea. (Sorry for the horrible transition.)

I was sitting next to Daniel in the same car as Corbyn and Zach. Once we drove off, I leaned forward to speak to Corbyn. I was still holding Daniel's hand. "So," I say. "When are you going to ask Y/f/n out?"

"What? I'm not-"

"C'mon Corbyn," says Zach. He looks at Corbyn out of the corner of his eye. "It's painfully obvious that you guys like each other." The two of them argue about the topic and me and Daniel placed comments into the conversation from time to time.

When the two of them stopped talking, I said, "So who do you think Jennifer likes?"

"Well she likes someone in our band," says Daniel.

"It's so not gonna be me," Zach says with a frown. He looks down at his hands.

"Why not Zach?" says Corbyn in a teasing voice. "Is it because you like her, so you have no chance." He makes quotation marks with one hand when he says "no chance".

"Wait! HOLD UP!" I accidentally scream into Corbyn's ear. "Zach likes Jennifer? What is it with you guys all being attracted to my group of friends?" I started laughing.

"What's so funny?" asks Zach.

"Oh, nothing," I tell them. "Just I know who each of my friends likes." Zach turns around to look at me.

"WHO?" he yells. "Please tell me!"

"Chill dude," I tell him. "I'm not gonna tell you. I have something called respect. I'm not gonna give my friends crushes away."

Zach pouted and looked back at the road in front of him. "You hurt the baby's feelings," says Daniel. Zach turned around in his seat and slapped Daniel's leg. "Okay, okay, sorry."

The rest of the ride to Ikea consisted of teasing Zach and Corbyn about their crushes. When we finally got out of the car, Zach chased after me. Trying to get revenge for all the teasing. Which had come mostly from me.

"Wow, what happened in the car Y/n?" says Y/f/n while laughing. "What did you do to Zach that he'd want to kill you?"

"I did nothing," I say. "And just so you know, Corbyn was also a part of this."

"Wait, wait, wait!" says Corbyn. His voice in a higher tone than usual. "Daniel's not gonna get credit for this. He was also in the car after all."

"No," I say as I squish Daniel's cheeks. "I will protect my Apple forever. Even if it is so very obviously his fault." Daniel smiles between the palms of my hands and pecks the tip of my nose.

"Thank you Y/n."

We all went into the building and moved along the isles. We passed by the toilet stuff and light bulbs and lamps to go see the bedroom furniture. I looked at a bunch of bunk beds and I joked that me and Corbyn could have a sleepover with it. Daniel wasn't exactly happy with this. He wrapped his arms around me and laid protective kisses along my neck.

We kept looking at beds that I could use. We got to a very... lets say sensually decorated. Zach then said I should get that one so I would be in the mood (Jesus Christ, I accidentally wrote nood. Nood=nude) with Daniel when he'd visit. Daniel heard this and decided to join Zach. "Do you want me to-"

"Lets move on, oh look at that bed!" I said, changing the subject. I wonder if Zach did this to get me back for all the teasing. Finally, I decided on a bed and I took a picture to remember which one I had chosen. After that, we headed to the lunch area. The next thing we'd be looking for was going to be tables.

Choose which bed you get out if the next ones.

I ordered my food and sat down at a table with the rest. We talked about the aesthetic of my bedroom and about the desks that would fit that aesthetic.

We finished our food quickly so that we could keep looking at furniture. I practically shoved Y/f/n's food down her throat because she is such a slow eater. "C'mon Y/f/n!" I complained. "We need to go look for stuff to put in my room." She just looks at me with her mouth full. "Ugh, you eat so slowly."

"Sorry!" she sais with her mouth half full. Thankfully, she finished eating rather quickly after that. We paid for the food and moved on with our search for furniture. We got a desk for my room, along with a lamp and some fairy lights. I also got a huge elephant stuffed animal.

"It's really a shame they didn't have giraffes," I say after we pay for everything and head to the van Y/f/n brought with her. "I would've gotten one if they did."

"You really take advantage of me Giraffe problem, do you?" says Daniel with his arm around my shoulders and his head rested on the crown of my head.

"I wouldn't call it a problem Dani," I tell him. "More like a permanent obstacle that will always be there to haunt you." Daniel looked at me with a face that screamed that he was done with the Giraffe shit. I couldn't help but think it was adorable though. "OMG, you look so cute when you make that face." I smiled brightly and hugged and shared a long kiss. I heard somebody cough awkwardly. I parted away from Daniel to see who it was to see Jack awkwardly standing there, everybody else didn't look very comfortable either.

"Can we like, go back home?" asks Jennifer. My face goes red and I nod. Corbyn closes the trunk and it nearly hits Daniel on the top of the head.

"Careful!" I shriek. My natural instincts to keep Daniel alive kicking in. I pull Daniel away from the van and hid my face into his chest. I didn't realize I was shaking until I let go of Daniel's green hoodie. I could feel my heart pounding in my ribcage and Daniel cupped my cheeks.

"Are you okay Y/n?" he looks into my eyes and I am instantly trapped in his. I nodded and put on a smile on my face. Trying to hide how terrified I was earlier. Zach, Corbyn, and Daniel all got into Corbyn's car but Jonah grabbed my arm before I could sit next to Daniel. I turn to face him and his usually calm face was masked by a worried expression.

"Are you sure you're okay Y/n?" I nod with the same fake smile from before still on my face. "Was that about you-know-what?" I sigh and Jonah lets go of my arm and nodded as he headed to the van where the rest of the group was. I sat in the car and all the way back to the house I was practically on Daniel's lap as we hugged each other. His touch was so comforting I wanted to stay in his arms forever (wouldn't we all).

When we finally arrived, we started bringing the boxes with the pieces for the furniture upstairs. Once in my room, we decided to start with the bed first. We opened the box and pulled out the pieces. It was complete chaos when we tried to build it. Nobody knew where anything was and the instructions weren't the easiest to understand. The first time we tried, we ended un with some kind of half upside down bed. Some of the lags where upside down and in the wrong position, making the bed tipsy.

We tried it a second time, double checked the instructions and it turned out pretty well. We put on the mattress and the f/c covers and some pillows. Once we were done, I bounced onto the bed. "Oh jeez, this bed is so comfy." Y/f/n jumps on it with me.

The next thing we built was the desk. This was pretty easy to make compared with the bed. It only took us one try. Once that was done, we started putting up the decorations. I had gotten some LED lights so we were placing them around the room. "Your bedroom is going to be confused with a club," says Y/f/n.

"I DON'T BELONG IN THIS CLUB!" I then realize that the guys are actually here. Watching me burst out singing one of their lyrics. "Oh my God, that was embarrassing."

"I thought it was cute," says Corbyn.

"Hey, back off dude!"

I laughed at how childish they could be. After talking a bit, Jack, Zach, and Jennifer went downstairs to watch TV. Probably Walking Dead because Jennifer freaking loves that series. Corbyn, Y/f/n, and Jonah went to the grocery store to buy some food. Daniel and I stayed in my room and just cuddle for what could've been forever.

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I woke up with my legs entangled with Daniels. The light in the room was a light orange from the sunset and when I looked at Daniel's face, I saw his gorgeous blue eyes staring at me. He had a small smile on his face, showing his tooth gap...and adorable dimples. "Hello sleepyhead," he greets me. He plants his lips on mine and he dashes his tongue across my lips.

But before anything can get too heated, we are interrupted by Zach yelling. I sat up. "WHY JENNIFER!?WHY?!" I look back at Daniel in confusion. I move to get off the bed and go downstairs, but an arm wraps itself around me before I can.

"Daniel-"

"Please baby," he says in a raspy voice. "Stay. I want to cuddle!" I lean back and kiss his forehead.

"Later Apple," I tell him. "I need to go check what happened. My curiosity gets the best of me." I sat up and walked out of the room. I heard footsteps behind me so I assumed that Daniel was following me down the stairs. On my way down, we passed Corbyn and Y/f/n, who were both carrying boxes.

"Oh, hey, Y/n," says Corbyn. "We found some mare lights we didn't put up and Y/f/n wanted to put them up for you. Can we go..?"

"Sure," I say. "Just make sure Y/f/n doesn't break anything." Corbyn laughed and went into my room with Y/f/n to set up the forgotten lights.

Corbyn's POV

I walked into Y/n's room and immediately started setting up the lights. We put these inside her walk-in closet. I stayed out of her personal stuff and just put up the lights.

When me and Y/f/n were done, we sat on Y/n's bed. I turned on the LED lights with the remote control that was swith them. They started changing colors and I turned to look at Y/f/n, "Well, the lights are up."

"Yeah." Silence. "Well let's go," says Y/f/n, but I grab her arm.

"Wait, I have something to tell you," I pull her back down on the bed. I hold her hands in mine as I lick my lips as a habit when I was nervous. "So Y/f/n, I just wanted to say that I really like you. As in more than friends. And I know you might not feel the same, but I couldn't stall silently anymore so I'm telling you I like you." I look up and see her cheeks are bright red. "I'm sorry, you probably don't like me. Let's just go downstairs." Before I can do anything, Y/f/n grabs my shoulder and presses her lips to mine. My eyes widen before I relax into the kiss. Our lips move against each others as the kiss gets deeper. We jumo apart when we hear a voice from the doorway.

"Seriously guys? On my new bed," we look at the hall to see Y/n with her phone in hand. "You could've at least saved it for the couch."

"Wait," says Y/f/n. "Are you filming this?" Y/n mumbles a 'shit' before running down the hall. Y/f/n chases after her while screaming, "You are so DEAD!"

"It's for my own private collection!"

"Liar! You're going to post it on your story."

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Y/n's POV

I was lying on the living room floor with Y/f/n and Jennifer was on the couch. We were all surrounded by Pringles and bags of snacks. I look at Y/f/n, who was half asleep. "So what happened with Corbyn in the end?"

"He asked me to be his girlfriend," she says. Jennifer and I sat up when we heard her say that. Jenn's jaw was hanging wide open.

"And you said yes, right," asks our actor friend. A.k.a Jennifer, in case you forgot about that.

"OF COURSE I SAID YES YOU DUMB ASS!" Jennifer raises her hands in defense. "I'm not as stupid as Y/n."

"Now that's not fair!" I complain.

"You still didn't say right away," you gave the whole fandom, including me, a cliffhanger that was so painful to wait what would happen!" I rolled my eyes. "Don't get me wrong, I love that you ended up saying yes. But couldn't you have said it sooner?"

"Everything needs its time Y/f/n," I tell her. "Everything needs its time."

"Speaking about this," says Y/f/n, she turns to Jennifer. "When are you and Zach going to become a thing?" Jennifer flushes (because you always used this word, Jennifer, you know sho you are).

"You guys are so cute," I agree with her. "How have you not realized you like each other?"

"Well, whoop-die doo, look what time it is!" says Jennifer, trying to change the topic. Me and Y/f/n laugh at her behavior, the three of us looked like we were on crack sometimes. Ok sorry, back to the story. "I think it's about time we go to bed!" She got up and went up the stairs and into her room. I got up and helped Y/f/n stand and we started cleaning the potato chip bags that Jennifer left us with. We bade each other goodnight and I got into my new bed to get a good night's sleep.

A/N: OMG! WOW! 500 READS, THANKS SO MUCH GUYS. In exchange, I'm giving you this 3,000 word long chapter. lol. But truly, thanks so much for reading my story. It means a lot to me.

[heartbreakgrill]

Why Don’t We: Masterlist

Daniel Seavey

Like Real People Do: You and Daniel are just friends. But, late nights are made for confessions.

Ruin My Life: You hate him with a burning passion- and that was dangerous to be played with.

Corbyn Besson

Love Song: You made things weird by admitting your feelings, but then he wrote a song.

Zach Herron

Slow Down: New relationships are tricky- but he was trying his best.

Jonah Marais

Say it Back: Your take on a TikTok trend.

Main Masterlist

[majesticmarais]

Here For You | J.M

Requested? Nope (sorry I’ll do a request soon promise but this idea couldn’t wait)

Summary: Y/n starts seeing her dead boyfriend, Jonah, everywhere she goes, and eventually figures out why

Warnings? Uh it’s sad?? And swearing but what else is new, and hella long

Word Count: 4.4k

Tags: @whydontwe-fanfics @electricseavey @angelseavey @lovablebesson @averysgarl @the-headass @jjeepersnutss @adorkableavery @samithepixie @allmyloveavery @jonahmaraismakesmyday @ishouldtakeyoutothemoon @ijustreallylovethem @corbynscabbitch @lovableherron @superseavey @dailydoseofherron @faithinwdw @blueeyedbesson @heyowdw @jackaverybabe

A/n: So this is the most excited I’ve been for an imagine in a LONG time, I’ve worked so so hard on this because I wanted to be perfect and it’s one of my favorites. I love it a lot and I hope you guys love it as much as I do and I apologize in advance!!

Work. It seemed to be the same routine every day, or so you thought. Give coffee and pastries to customers, smile and tell them to have a nice day. It was like routine, always the same.

A young couple walked in, probably about 18 years old, and gave you warm smiles as they walked up to order. When they ordered, your heart sank a little, recognizing the boy’s order as what Jonah used to get every time he came.

You forced a smile onto your face and went to make the drinks, your exhale shaky as you grabbed the coffee cups, your hand warming up and tingling as the hot drinks poured in.

Once you handed them their drinks and they paid, you watched them walk off, making their way to the corner table right by the window.

The one you and Jonah used to always sit at.

The small hairs on your arms stood up, your body shuddering despite the fact that you couldn’t peel your eyes away from the couple who sat at a table that held so many memories.

The way her eyes lit up as she threw her head laughing at a joke he made caused your heart to sink to the bottom of your stomach, remembering all the times that you laughed just as hard with Jonah. The sun made their faces glow, his hand holding hers from across the table.

The love the two shared radiated throughout the entire café, a blanket of nostalgia and heartbreak wrapping around you, weighing you down.

You took in a slow, deep breath, trying to push the memories from years ago out of your mind, but the brightness of their eyes had you almost entranced.

You felt relieved when your coworker finally came out from the back room, allowing you to rush back to take a break and collect your rapid thoughts.

You sat on the black folded chair placed on the wall, your elbows resting on your legs with your head in your hands.

“Stop,” you whispered to yourself, fighting the tears threatening to pour down your cheeks.

When you finally calmed down your breathing, you told yourself you were fine, that you’ve been fine, and that it was time to go out and finish your shift. Don’t make it harder than it has to be.

The sight before you when you opened your eyes took your breath away, making you gasp loudly as you grabbed onto the wall as if that was of any use.

Jonah stood before you, standing against the opposite wall, his brown hair perfectly placed as his blue green eyes stared into yours.

You instinctively squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head to get the image away as you dragged your feet across the floor, leaving the back room to get back to work.

As you scanned the room at the tables, focusing on the door hoping for new customers and the ringing of the bell to break you from your thoughts and distract you, you saw him. Again.

His plain black t shirt hung perfectly on his body, the jean jacket with roses on the sleeves placed over it. As you stared at him and the blue jeans that covered his legs, you remembered that it was the last thing you saw him in. 3 years prior. The last time you saw him alive. Before the blood, the cuts, the discoloration.

You didn’t even realize someone was in front of you until you felt a nudge at your side, your coworker lifting her eyebrows at you, non verbally telling you to get out of your own world.

“Sorry, bit of a weird day,” you said. That was an understatement.

As you took the customer’s order, your gaze kept going back to Jonah, who stood at the back of the café, no movement other than the blinking of his lively eyes, never breaking contact from yours.

“Go away go away,” you muttered under your breath as you turned around to make the coffee, hoping he would be gone in a few seconds. He needed to be gone.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you turned back around, Jonah having not moved from where he stood moments before. Once your customer was gone, you shut your eyes again, rubbing them with your fists and hitting the front of your forehead with the lam of your hand. What was happening?

Seeing as your boss was on vacation, you told your coworker, who also happened to be your friend, that you weren’t feeling well. She told you she would cover for you and that you looked like you needed to go home.

After thanking her, you put your uniform away and grabbed your phone and yours purse, stopping dead in your tracks when you walked back out, Jonah standing in front of the glass door you were about to leave from, a stoic expression across his face.

You took a deep breath and walked past him, swearing you could smell him as the breeze passed between you. You shook your head and began walking to your apartment that was only a few minutes away.

When you heard footsteps beside you, you saw the all too familiar side profile in your peripheral vision. You continued walking, your steps and his becoming synchronized, somehow.

“You’re not real, you’re not real. Go away,” you whispered to yourself, looking down at your feet as an attempt to avoid the glimpses you caught of your dead boyfriend from the corner of your eye. “I’m walking alone. Straight ahead, by myself.”

Your shaky hands fumbled with your keys, rattling as you shoved it in the door, throwing it open and slamming it behind you the second you entered the apartment, leaning against it with your body.

“I need to sleep. This has to be sleep deprivation. I’m going crazy,” you whispered, realizing how weird it was in itself that you stood there talking to yourself.

You walked into your bedroom, jumping into bed and pulling the covers over your head, praying that this was all a really, really weird dream.

On your day off the following day, you decided to go see the boys at their house since you lived nearby. After losing Jonah, you didn’t see them as often as you were used to. Your grief had originally pushed you away, and years later life just got in the way of how often you saw each other.

You grabbed your shoes and sat on the small bench by your front door to lace them up, suddenly feeling a presence beside you. You lifted your head up, looking straight ahead at the blank cream colored wall, your breathing shallow as you refused to look beside you.

“You can’t be here,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “I’ve been moving on. I have a job, I go to school, I have a life. You can’t be here, you need to go because I need to continue moving on.”

When you opened your eyes again, there was no one beside you. A sigh of relief left your body as you found yourself looking around. Just you and your empty apartment, the deafening silence driving you to rush out to your car, craving the interaction with your friends to pull you out of whatever funk you had found yourself in the midst of.

The boys were excited to see you again, and you were excited to see them, but you couldn’t help but notice the silent presence of Jonah on the couch next to you, his arm draped over the top of the couch. 

How am I seeing this. He’s dead. He’s gone. He’s not here.

As you talked with the boys, Jonah began adding comments as you spoke, making your heart race. His soft voice filling the room, as if he was still here. As if you were hanging out like you all did years ago.

“Shut up,” you said out loud accidentally.

“What?” Zach asked, looking over at you as he furrowed his brows.

“Nothing, just talking to myself,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes at yourself and waving it off it hopes that no one would pay attention to the fact that you told your dead boyfriend to shut up. You were crazy.

You pulled Daniel aside, feeling like you needed to tell him about what was happening. After you lost Jonah, you had become extremely close with Daniel. He was the only person who understood how much it hurt you to lose him, and the two of you spent countless nights talking, crying and grieving together.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit off,” Daniel inquired, sitting next to you on the edge of his bed, feeling it sink down.

“Do you ever....see Jonah?” you asked, realizing how insane you sounded when the words left your mouth.

“I mean, I’ve seen him in dreams,” Daniel shrugged, acting more nonchalant than you expected, his reaction calm and collected.

“But have you ever seen him when you’re awake. Perfectly conscious?” I repeated.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?” he wondered, turning to face me, his blue eyes looking into mine, a look of worry mixed with sympathy filling the ocean patterns.

“I can see him. I’ve been seeing him for two days. He spoke today. He was talking and he stands there and I can see him, Daniel, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I panicked, running my hand through my hair as I put my head in my hands.

“It’s okay, Y/n. I mean, when you lose someone sometimes you get really messed up about it. I’m sure it will go away,” he replied calmly, his hand running up and down your back.

“Why is he touching you like that?” you heard Jonah say, your head shooting up to see him standing in the corner, a smirk playing across his face jokingly.

“I-I hope so. I feel crazy, Danny,” you mumbled.

“You’re okay, Y/n, you’re probably just tired,” he explained, standing up and putting his hand out for you to take, leading you back downstairs where the boys remained.

“Hands off my girl, Seavey,” Jonah called from behind you, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut once again, even though by now you realized that he wasn’t going away that easily.

You sat on your bed, staring blankly ahead of you, trying to ignore Jonah’s aching presence beside you.

“The silent treatment huh?” Jonah asked, laughing slightly as he shook his head at you like he always did, the sound of his laugh making goosebumps dance across your arms and legs. “I thought you would be happy to see me.”

You finally got the courage to look up at him, the low orange light of the room casting a shadow across the grooves in his face. His cheeks and his eyes full of life. His skin smooth, and untouched. The wounds you had seen magically closed up, gone.

“I’ve wished every day since you died that I could see you again. I’ve wanted to hear you, see you, and touch you one more time. To see you here and not be able to hold you is hurting me so bad,” you explained, shaking your head.

“You can touch me,” he told you, taking a step closer.

“You’re not real, Jonah. You died, you’re not real,” you said angrily, frustration overcoming your body.

“I’m as real as you are, Y/n. Touch me,” he whispered.

“I’m crazy. I’m sitting here talking to myself! You aren’t real!”

“Why are you here?!” you screamed once you were met by his silence once again, standing up to be closer to his face, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“I’m here for you, Y/n,” he answered.

“No,” you shook your head, pacing back and forth around the room, “you’re not real. You need to go Jonah, you need to go,” I repeated, my body shaking as I tried to shake out the anxiety.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I’m here for you.”

Your eyes glued to your laptop screen, researching extensively about ghosts and spirits, trying to find some way to get rid of the presence that was haunting you.

“Spirit clings to fabric that once belonged to them,” you whispered to yourself, standing up and walking to your closet, pulling out everything you had kept that belonged to Jonah.

“I have to get rid of it. Burn it. Something,” you muttered to yourself, shoving the clothes in a bag as you got ready to take them to Daniel, make him take everything away from you.

As you stood at the front door, Jonah stood next to you, his shadow spread across the hardwood floor as your gaze remained downward.

“I’m sorry we never got our chance, Jo,” you whispered to him, “I wanted to marry you, grow old with you, we had so much we wanted to do, and I’m sorry. I love you so much, you have a part of me and you always will, but I need to move on. I can’t spend my life drowning in the feeling of missing you. I love you so much, Jonah,” you said quietly, your stare never faltering.

“Why are you telling me this?” he wondered.

“So that I can grieve and move on properly, and your soul can be at peace and go back to wherever you came from,” you replied, looking up and facing him, his shoulders moving up and down with each breath that he took.

“I’m fine, Y/n. I’m at peace. I’m here for you,” he repeated.

“Goodbye Jonah,” you said, ignoring his comment as you walked out the front door, running to your car, needing to get rid of his stuff and be freed of whatever was happening.

From when you left your apartment all the way until you got home, you didn’t see him. Maybe you solved it. Maybe he was actually gone now.

It was just because of the memory. The memory brought him back. Getting rid of his stuff might have been the solution.

You walked back into your room, darkness taking over other than the light of your laptop that you had left open, an eerie glow filling the room. You leaned your head against the wall, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath, sadness washing over you. He was gone.

You screamed when you opened your eyes, Jonah standing in front of you.

“Why are you still here? I said goodbye, I got rid of everything!” you exclaimed, an edge growing in your voice as you spoke.

“I’m here for you,” he said, once again.

“You’re not, Jonah! What does that even mean? You died, Jonah. You left me here, you died and you left me alone. You are not here for me!” you screamed, tears finally welling up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry I died, baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, taking a step closer.

“No! You don’t get to apologize. Dead people don’t apologize. I killed you, Jonah, so no, you don’t get to apologize!” you screamed, falling to the floor as you began to feel dizzy and overwhelmed. “You’re not even real.”

Flashback

“Wine?” Jonah laughed as he watched you walk into the living room, swaying your hips slightly as you placed the bottle down on the wooden coffee table, the glow from the fire light turning Jonah’s skin sun kissed.

“Can’t say no to a convincing pretty face like that,” he winked, taking the bottle and opening it, sipping right from the bottle.

“Wow you’re wild,” you laughed, plopping on the couch beside him as you leaned your head on his shoulder, the fire warming your skin and his.

*

“I’ll be right back,” Jonah called as he made his way to the front door of the cottage you had rented for the weekend, his hand clutching the door handle.

“Where are you going?” you asked, walking over to him, your arms crossed over your chest.

“I just need some air,” he replied, nodding his head quickly.

“Want me to come?” you asked as a yawn took over your body, making him laugh.

“Get some sleep, I’ll join you in a few minutes,” he smiled, earning a nod from you as you walked into the bedroom, crawling under the duvet, sleep washing over you.

*

You woke up to an empty bed, looking at the red numbers on the digital clock beside you, showing that it had been hours that you’ve been sleeping.

“Jonah?” you called, flipping the covers off your body as you stepped onto the floor, a shock shooting up your body as the cold from the floor hit your bare feet.

Jonah wasn’t in the cottage. Where was he?

You threw a hoodie over your body, running out barefoot, calling Jonah’s name into the open air, the trees surrounding you casting shadows under the moonlight.

You walked down the path a few feet away from the cottage, your feet hurting from the sticks and rocks hitting them with every step, but you didn’t care.

“Jonah!” you called again, looking around you for any sign of him, listening for any noise.

When you looked to your right, you saw the most horrific sight you had ever seen.

“Jonah!” you screamed as you looked down into ravine, Jonah’s body spread across the dark grey rock, red liquid pooling around him.

You grabbed onto tree branches, carefully making your way down to him as fast as you could, almost falling many times.

When you reached his body you placed your hands on his face, the blood staining your skin, shaking him slightly.

“Jonah? Baby, wake up,” you screamed, shaking him slightly harder, earning nothing but his head bobbing in response, his eyes shut, his body heavy.

“You can’t leave me.”

“I’m real, Y/n. I’m here, I’m real. Just touch me,” he urged again. You stood up, your hand shaking as it reached towards him, hovering over his chest. He lifted his hand, placing it over yours as he brought it to his chest, the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric of his shirt onto your hand, his heart beating against it.

You breathed rapidly, a smile breaking out onto your face as tears joined and steamed from your irritated eyes.

“See? I’m real,” he smiled, squeezing your hand gently.

“But, how? What are you? A ghost? A dream? I don’t understand,” I whispered.

“Figure it out, Y/n, you’re a smart girl,” he replied.

You took a step closer, placing your hands on either side of his face as you brought your lips to his, the feeling of his familiar mouth against yours making the butterflies in your stomach erupt. This has to be a dream. You couldn’t be kissing him.

“Come lie in bed with me,” he insisted, lying down with his arms open, waiting for you to join him just as you lay in bed waiting for him a few years ago.

You lay next to him, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed the top of your head, memories of a few years ago rushing back like a tidal wave. The late nights up talking as you cuddled, the giggle fits at 3am, everything.

You didn’t want to wake up from this dream, but you knew, eventually, you had to.

You woke up to the warm sun tingling your skin, the bed empty beside you.

“Jonah?” you called, standing up quickly, rushing as you opened your bedroom door, revealing him standing there.

“You can’t do that!” you exclaimed, “I thought you left me again, I-I thought you were gone,” you breathed.

“I’m here,” he answered, leaning against the door frame.

“This doesn’t make sense. I can feel your heartbeat, I can kiss you, smell you, feel your breath against my skin. It’s not possible,” you shook your head.

“It’s possible,” he answered simply.

“I’m crazy, I have to be crazy. Or maybe you’re not dead, maybe that’s the part of me that’s crazy and you’re still here,” you laughed, touching the side of his face as you smiled at him.

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, kissing your cheek, “I’m not alive.”

“How can I smell your skin and feel your heart if you’re not alive?” I asked again, my voice shaky. “Your lips and your cheeks are pink, your hair is full, you’re alive.”

“Because I’m real to you,” he replied solemnly.

“There’s a world out there Jonah, a world I need to live in. I’m alive, Jonah. I can’t stay stuck in here with you. I’ve been in here, talking to myself! So you gave me one last good night together for me to properly move on and grieve and stop blaming myself for you dying and when I get home from work you’ll be gone,” I explained, more for myself than for him.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/n, I’m here for you,” he said, once again.

“What does that even mean?” I asked, frustrated as I rubbed my eyes, pinching my skin to wake myself up from whatever it was that was happening.

“Figure it out. Now go, you have work,” he said, nudging you and giving you and encouraging smile to go get ready for your day.

He’s gonna be gone. He has to be gone now. It was one last night, and now he’ll leave. I needed it to move on. I needed the closure.

You walked through your front door, gasping again as Jonah stood there, the sun shining through the bay window reflecting off his bright eyes.

“You really won’t leave,” you muttered to yourself.

“I’m here for you.”

“I love you, Jonah. So much, I always will. I loved you more than anything in the world. I want to go out for dinner with you and not look like a crazy person talking to myself. I want to walk down the street holding your hand, take you home to my parents on holidays. I-I want you alive, Jo, not like this,” you said, shaking your head as tears leaked from your eyes and down your hot cheeks.

“Are you-are you breaking up with me?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“I think I am, Jonah. I have to. I have to move on. You’re dead, and I have to keep living without you, as hard as it is. I want you alive, and I hate that we can’t have that. You have to go, Jonah, please. Don’t you want me to be happy?” you asked.

“I want nothing more than for you to be happy, Y/n. I can’t leave though, I’m here for you,” he said.

“I don’t want you here Jonah, I can’t date a ghost! You can’t be here so go back to heaven or wherever you came from and just let me move on!” you screamed.

“Do you believe in heaven, Y/n?” Jonah asked, pulling your hand into his.

“I don’t know. I want to,” you answered, exhaling loudly.

“When I got to come back here, come back and see you, I thought this must be heaven. Heaven is wherever you are, Y/n. You are my heaven, but maybe I’m your hell,” he said.

“Shut up! Shut up! I don’t even know what that means, I don’t know what you are! I don’t know what’s happening to me!” you said, running your hands through your hair and tugging slightly, a loud sob escaping your lips as you sat on the couch, tears free falling, no words coming out of your mouth despite it being wide open, the only sound loud gasps and shrieks as you let out everything you had been trying so hard to hold in.

“I want you to be happy, more than anything. It hurts me to be here too, it really does, but I can’t leave, I can’t,” he said sternly. “Think, Y/n. You need to figure it out yourself. Think, you’re smart.” 

“I can see you, feel you, smell you, hear you. It’s not possible. I have to be crazy it doesn’t make sense,” I shook my head.

“Figure it out, Y/n. I’m here for you,” he muttered as he ran his hand through your hair, wiping the tears that were streaming down your face, tinted black from the mascara you had put on that morning.

You sat with Daniel on your balcony, explaining him everything that had been happening, knowing he was the only person in the world who wouldn’t attempt to immediately send you to the psych ward for what you had been saying.

“He just keeps saying he’s here for me. I’m his heaven but he’s my hell. He’s here for me,” you explained, feeling confused for a moment before it hit you, your eyes widening as your entire body stiffened.

Daniel finally went home and you ran into your bedroom, hunched over to catch your breath as you felt Jonah’s presence beside you once again.

“Heaven and Hell,” you muttered.

“Yes,” Jonah said softly, standing at a wider distance from you than he had previously.

“You’re not here for me, Jonah. You’re here for me. You’re here for me. You came to get me,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispered back, meeting your volume and tone. “I thought you were my heaven. I love you so much, Y/n. I’m not your heaven, though.”

“I’m dying. I’m sick. And instead of telling me, you just stood there for days instead of saving me! Screw you, Jonah! I hate you, I fucking hate you! You selfish son of a bitch! Leave!” you screamed, running over to him and shoving him backwards, his arms reaching out to stabilize both of you as you attempted to push him again.

“I can go now, because you know,” he muttered. “I don’t know if I can ever come back if I leave. You get to choose.”

“Between heaven and hell, I choose heaven. I choose life, Jonah. So go. Get out of here! I’m not going with you, I’m not. I might be your heaven but I choose life!” I explained. 

“Y/n,” he said calmly, reaching out to touch your face.

“Go. What are you waiting for?” you asked rhetorically, not looking at him as tears stung your eyes and your skin.

He pressed his lips against yours one last time, telling you he loved you before walking away, leaving you alone and shaking in his wake.

“I’m gonna die,” you whispered to yourself as your knees wobbled.

[thequeenofneverland1]

Can I request a fake YouTube video when reader is part of the band of why don't we she pranks the boys telling them that she's leaving the group but they take it all seriously and cry and they leave them house and she texts them and tells them sorry and she tells them it's was a prank and they swear at her and get mad at her but in a playful