#corbynbesson x reader

[why-idont-blog]

I did what I did best, I ran

C.B- Soulmate AU

So in this universe, everyone has two different colored eyes. One is their original eye color and the other is their soulmate's. When you first lock eyes with your soulmate they turn back into their original color.

It was a rainy day in the middle of fall. My eyes were struggling to keep open as I walked the gray streets of Los Angeles waiting for my school to pop up in view.

The day started like any other. When I arrived I sat next to my group of friends and we talked about simple things that happened to us this weekend. I looked at Ashley who was looking as bright as a sunflower. Maybe it was the new highlighter she used or the almond creme latte was doing her wonders. We were best friends since kindergarten. We were also the only ones without soulmates in the group.

Serena, she was like any other high school girl. She was into cheerleading, and maybe on some occasions, you would catch her with her soulmate Brad, making out on a locker. But mostly she was subtle, liked talking about exterior decorating and gardening. She was also caring and positive most of the time. Her platinum blonde hair and brown eyes were quite hard to miss in a crowd so she was the "nice popular girl".

My other friend Veronica... Well, she found her soulmate too. It was this quiet emo kid named Luke but no one really knew him. She loved talking about him however, he seemed like a nice person just shy and anxious I guess. Her personality was a little edgy, she talked back to teachers, dressed against the dress code so many times no one bothers her anymore... She met Luke just 2 weeks ago. Before her eyes were a chocolate brown and baby blue. Now her black hair mostly covers her blue eyes but she likes her voice being heard.

And then there is me... I haven't met my soulmate yet, and it surprises me how many people are upset because of that. I mean, you found your soulmate? That's great bro! Oh, you haven't yet? You still have the rest of your life to do so. I think it's flat-out stupid to go "soulmate-hunting" at 19 when there are so many great opportunities you'll be missing out on! Anyways! My (h/c) hair are always situated on the top of my head in a tight bun so basically, my eyes are always on display. One of them being (e/c) and the other being baby blue. I always liked sports. Basketball, swimming, athletics... If it had something to do with sports you can count me right in! I have a sportsman scholarship so I live by myself in an apartment not too far away. Which leads to me making my own decisions and... Walking to school. Until I pass my drivers test that is.

Today my stomach was erupting in thousands of butterflies while I was spinning a silver ring on my middle finger. The bell echoed from the inside of the school so I dropped my sports bag on the floor followed by my school backpack and me. I grabbed them both and headed inside Ashley coming up right behind me. I entered the code to my locker and stuffed my bag inside. When I slammed the locker shut it didn't want to lock again. So there I was making a fool of myself while slamming a locker with my fist.

My knuckles hurt but the bell rang and the thing still wasn't locking. When it finally did, however, my knuckles were bleeding and my fists were still balling with rage. I walked to the bathrooms to clean myself up. After stopping the bleeding and wiping the blood off I walked out. I took a look at my knuckles, they were all varieties of colors from blood red to dark blue. The soreness didn't hit me yet and I was thankful for that.

Just one hallway before my class a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a blonde boy scratching his neck and looking at the ground. "Hi, I'm Corbyn and me..."

The second we locked eyes his slowly turned back to baby blue while mine slipped back to (e/c). His mouth gaped open while I was just staring in shock.

"I'm Y/N." I managed to breathe out. "Corbyn... I guess I not only got a new school but also found my soulmate." He laughed at the end. I laughed with him but I was so caught up in the moment I just grabbed his hand and ran out.

We ran to this small coffee shop a little away from the school. We decided to ditch for the day and just talk. We laughed and learned so much about eachother. At the end of the day, we both drank two large hazelnut cappuccinos. As the waiter approached our table I was slowly taking my wallet out but Corbyn was too sly for me to even notice he pulled out a 20$ bill and told the waiter to keep the change. I gave him a 'seriously' look but he just smiles back at me. "We should head back to the school so your friends don't call the police." He laughs. I agree and in no time we're headed back to our school. I swear I don't know how but we ended up holding hands somewhere on the way.

The minute we walked into Ashley was running toward me but suddenly came to a halt. She just stared at me with this confused stare and I smiled at her. "Who are you, when did this happen, how did this happen, I'm telling your mother." She said in one breath.

Ashley and my new friend Jonah ended up really hitting it off and going to get coffee together. But for me? I just texted my mom I'm hanging out with my soulmate and muted my phone to annoy the shit out of her.

7 years later

I was panicking outside my bathroom. If this test comes out positive I might as well die. This isn't at all what we planned and I have my doubts about Corbyn's reaction. He could end up not being happy because of his carrier, but he could also be overwhelmed with the emotion.

I stuck my head inside the bathroom and saw two lines on both of the tests. God dammit! I wanted to punch a wall but there was nothing I could do the only thing I have to do now is tell Corbyn. I wanted to scream but I didn’t so the frustration came out as a few salty tears. My voice croaked even though I had nothing to say, my bare legs shivered against the cold bathroom tiles. Today wasn’t the best day to wear thin beach pants but I didn’t care. I didn’t even feel my legs the only thing I felt was my burning eyes. I didn’t feel like standing up and calling or texting Corbyn even though I knew I should’ve. In reality, what I did next would and will be frowned upon by so many people but in my head, I had no other choice. No other chance even. So I did what I did best, I ran upstairs to our bedroom and slid my old suitcase from under the bed. I started throwing things in without a second thought, my mind was racing as I threw in my clothing pieces. When I was done I knew I wasn’t supposed to do this but I did, I wrote Corbyn a letter letting him know what has happened. I told him not to search for me but I knew that he would. Not only was I robbing myself of love but I did the same to him, to be honest after what happened he would’ve given it all away anyways. I did what I did best, I ran.

I grabbed my suitcase and threw it in the back of my car. I quickly ran back inside to situate the letter on Corbyn’s pillow and grab the tests which I then threw in a garbage can 2 blocks away. Salty tears never left my eyes as I was driving to the familiar facility I knew as the airport. I gave my friend Serena a call letting her know what happened. Without a second thought, she let me stay with her and her fiance Brad. Brad was okay with it also, after high school he just kind of joined our group. And so as fast as you could say “baby” I was napping in an airport chair clutching a ticket to Florida in my left hand.

1 year and 5 months later

Y/N’s POV

I never thought I would be going back, but after 1 and a half year, he probably doesn’t even remember me anymore. He probably either found a girl without a soulmate that he loves now or maybe just a girl that gave up on hers. Either way he is definitely not waiting for me anymore.

Right now I was again on a plane to Los Angeles. Why? You may ask, Well after I bought myself an apartment in Florida and gave birth to my beautiful babies Y/D/N and Y/S/N I got back in shape. I started leaving my children at Serena and Brad’s place so they could practice parenting while I went to some local magazine shoots. And soon enough a bigger company noticed me. They immediately offered me the Los Angeles thing but I politely declined to which they placed me in New York for a year. But, after constant convincing of my manager, I finally decided to give Los Angeles a try. I mean come on, it’s been 1 year and a half. My children are almost a year old now, there is no way he is still waiting for me. I lifted Y/D/N and Y/S/N up in my arms and walked out of the plane. I walked over to the bags, where I took out the stroller and carefully placed them inside Y/S/N waking up slightly when I covered him with his blanket. I pulled mine and their suitcase behind while pushing the stroller with one hand. If you are asking yes I did order an Uber. The woman was very nice and actually helped me put the suitcases in the car. I didn’t have baby seats so the twins just kind of sat on my lap while I tried balancing them on my lap. She delivered us to my new house and helped me with the luggage again. I was honestly so thankful for her I gave her a tip of almost 50 dollars after she left.

The house was in a very rich neighborhood if it would be me who was buying a house this wouldn’t be the location but the agency got me this house so what can I expect? It was all already furnished so I took the babies upstairs to their room. I put them in their cribs which they gladly fell asleep again. After having a little trouble with Y/S/N I rocked him back to sleep. I left the room and started unpacking.

My agency soon called telling me they need me on set tomorrow. I wanted to tell them I had no babysitter but I knew they wouldn’t care. If Vogue needed a cover tomorrow they needed it TOMORROW. It left me thinking on the couch, who could I call to babysit the children? My mom? I know I left her a year ago so she wouldn’t make me go back to Corbyn but she was my best shot right now. I dialed the all to familiar number and waited for my mom to answer. “Hello?” my mom's voice echoed through the other side. “Hey mom...” my voice shook. “Y/N WHERE ARE YOU? I MISSED YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE DID!” “Okay, mom I need your help. Come to the address I’ll text you and tell NOONE.” “Sure honey, I’ll be right there.”

A shot of adrenaline pumped through my veins. I was about to see a person I loved dearly and left. I guess I lost track of time because the doorbell rang and shook me out of my thoughts.

I opened the door as two arms threw themselves around my neck while a familiar scent filled my nose. I hugged her back and felt my shoulder get wet from the salty substance I now knew too well. I looked her in the face smile never leaving her features. “Why did you leave?” she asked a frown forming. “I’ll show you,” I said and pointed upstairs where she followed me.

I pointed at the sleeping babies my heart melting when I looked at them. “YOU FOUND ANOTHER MAN?!” My mom yelled with no mercy. “No mom whose do you think they are?!” I glared at her before making sure they didn’t wake up. “Are they Corbyn’s?” She now asked gently. “No shit Sherlock.” I dramatically rolled my eyes. “You know he wouldn’t have left you.” She retorded scolding me a bit. “I don’t and you don’t either.” I looked back at her a look of unknown fury in my eyes. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Alright, why did you decide to contact me.” “I-I wondered if you had time tomorrow.” I blinked. “What are you suggesting.” She gave me a playful look. “I need someone to watch them,” I said and pointed at the nursery. “I’d love to.” my mom smiled. I smiled back and led her to the couch. “Look, mom, I don’t want to play bossy right now but I do have some rules.” “Hit me,”

Don’t tell anyone where you’re going.

EVEN if they try to persuade you with cookies you must decline.

If you think about telling anyone I’m moving back to where I was and none of you are seeing me again.

“Gotcha... Do you have any special food for the babies? Do they have any allergies?” She asked. “Y/S/N can only drink almond milk otherwise no. I’m going to the grocery store tonight so you’ll have the supplies ready.” I smiled. “Okay-” In that second her phone rang. She clicked on the icon of the message app and gave me an apologetic look after reading the message. “Sweetie, I have to go just call me tomorrow and I’ll be right here.” “Of course mom,” I gave her a hug before she left the house.

/Time skip to the evening because that’s when the interesting stuff happens/

I woke up my twins dressing them both in warmer clothing before sitting them down on the couch. I ran to the car where I positioned their seats correctly before sitting in the driver’s seat myself and driving off to the closest 24/7 Walmart. When I arrived I parked the car and sat the twins in the shopping cart. As I paced the baby related aisles I noticed a familiar head of brown hair but shrugged it off as another one of Los Angles residents... That’s until I heard the voice. “Zach give the watermelon back it’s mine!” “Try me, Seavey!” I froze dead in my tracks. What do I do?! Where do I hide?! The heavy footsteps are nearing every aisle they pace so I ran. I paced with my children in the cart. The footsteps didn’t stop but neither did I. And without looking back I almost hit someone. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I-” I didn’t get to finish when I looked up and saw the very familiar face of Jonah Marais which I called JoJo a long time ago. He was in shock and so was I, but I moved quicker I pulled the kids out of the cart and ran to the exit.

3rd person POV

The cart full of diapers and baby food was left in front of Jonah who was still looking at the running girl with wide eyes before finally moving. “OMG, Y/N WAIT!!!” he yelled before running after her. His friend’s yells and the familiar name caught the attention of the other guys especially the one with blonde hair. He immediately sprinted out of the aisle his curly haired friend behind him, and so they caught the final glimpse of the distressed young mother before she ran out of the store. Jonah wasn’t on her heels he was pretty far away, trying to get away from the slow grandmothers that were chatting with the cashier. He got to the parking lot the moment Y/N jumped into the driver’s seat and drove off. Jonah and all of the others felt confused, happy and kind of betrayed but Corbyn also felt broken hearted.

So with that being said he dropped the loaf of bread he was carrying and pulled his phone out of his pocket. The contact read “Mrs. Y/L/N” and Corbyn tapped that call button before one of them could take another breath. The slow rings drove every single one of them closer to freaking out and fleeing the scene but then her mother finally picked up.

“Yes how may I help you.” She answered even though she already knew the reason he was calling. “Since when is Y/N in LA?” He asked sternly, he knew Y/N told her mom and to make matters worse her response was “What do you mean?” with a slightly shaky voice no one but him heard. “I know she’s here, I saw her now please tell me where and how Mrs. Y/L/N!” He almost screamed, his heart was aching were they just going insane? Insane about the thought of their best friend and HIS soulmate leaving them? Did that girl run because a tall guy was following and screaming after her even though Jonah swore she looked identical to Y/n? “She is in LA but I have to go Corbyn I can’t tell you where.” The mother swore to keep the promise she gave her daughter and one boy isn’t going to break it. “No Mrs.Y/L/N you don’t understand! I- We missed her! It’s been almost 2 years I promise I wont do anything and you know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your daughter! I swore I’d never do that when I gave her that promise ring... I wanted to replace that promise ring with a goddamn wedding ring that same day she disappeared!” Tears were prickling his eyes as he recalled the memory. Her mother loudly sighed into the phone. The decision was hard, she either gave him his address which she knew would be better for the both of them, or she kept the promise and kept her girl happy. But was she happy? In that moment her mother realised that No. She wasn’t happy. She was just telling herself it’s better this way but it wasn’t! So she gave in. “Listen carefully, I’m doing this because I trust you. You can find her on 2345 Made Up Road Name. Don’t mess this up.” Her voice was stern but soft on the inside she really thought Corbyn can fix her daughter again, after all she had their kids. “You won’t be disappointed.” Corbyn’s mouth spread into a smile before canceling the call and putting the address in the GPS app immediately. 

The left the carts in the store and ran to their car. Jonah was driving while Corbyn was in the passenger seat. The excitement made the air feel thicker than cement. They were all opening their mouths to say something but nothing came out. Except Corbyn he was jumping up and down. He was about to see her again. A normal human being would’ve stopped searching for her after 6 months. But he never did. Even though all of his friends told him to stop and that it’s useless he didn’t. Once a fan claimed to see her in Canada and he flew there the next day disregarding the show they had that day.

Their car finally parked in front of Y/N’s new house. They were all just staring from the outside not knowing what to do. The white mansion was the only thing in their focus even though they knew what they were here to do. Corbyn was the first to actually walk towards the house itself. Placing his hand on the doorknob he expected it to be locked but instead loosely stumbled inside of the house. At first it seemed empty, like no one was there anymore. From the precisely cleaned kitchen to the perfectly made couch it was all un-touched. An eerie silence was filling the house until a child’s cry came from upstairs followed by light footsteps. It was Corbyn’s cue to move his feet upstairs the other guys following behind reluctantly their minds swarmed with thoughts like: “What if this isn’t her house and her mother was shielding her?” But Corbyn didn’t have those thoughts instead he had a magnetic force that was pulling him up those stairs, a familiar tingle in his chest area followed.     He knew she was there he felt it.

The one room that the lights were on in had silent lullabies echoing through it. And Corbyn knew that was her voice, it didn’t change. The creak in the door had a small ray of light coming through it. Corbyn slipped the door open revealing his soulmate comforting a baby. Her back was turned to them but her h/c hair was shining just the same as it did when they parted. Her figure was rocking back and forth while whispering soft things in the infants ear. In the meantime the other four gathered behind Corbyn taking in their best friend that disappeared more than a year ago. Corbyn shooed them away so he could talk to her like he wanted to. Why did she disappear? Did she really think he would reject his child? Head filled with thoughts similar to the ones listed before he stepped into the room, door making a high creaking sound while he walked towards her. Feet before their presences actually meet she abruptly turned around her e/c eyes glossed over with a look of terror within them. But she had nowhere to run now. The man she succeeded to avoid for all this time was in front of her. She placed the child back inside and turning around. Corbyn found her gaze and they never broke it. Probably they were just there staring at each other for minutes, until Y/N finally broke down. She let the tears she was holding in for so long fall and Corbyn didn’t hesitate to embrace her. He didn’t care if his shirt was getting wet and he didn’t care if he felt a tingle of betrayal in his heart. He was here now and he wasn’t turning back around and leaving. He probably didn’t even notice he was also crying until his voice croaked as he tried to speak. “Why did you leave?” “Because...” She finally tore away from his grip taking him by surprise. “You wouldn’t want me, you wouldn’t want us.” She sternly said standing her ground. “I would! You know I would take you and the baby in! If you needed I’d even quit the band!” He said tears were streaming down his face just like hers. “You see! I didn’t want you to! I didn’t want to distract you from your career!” “But you should’ve! I wanted to be there for when we got to know the gender of our child, I wanted to be there when you gave birth to him, to support you! And I wanted to be there when we were naming them!” Y/N felt a pang of guilt hit her chest. But she didn’t feel like she did anything drastically wrong. “Children. Corbyn.” She said softly. “What do you me-” He started but before he could finish he noticed the second baby bed in the left corner of the room. He jaw hung open and after awhile his lips spread into a smile again. “I’m sorry...” She started “I was wrong but... If it means anything they still have your lastname.” She smiled at the memory how she scolded the mean nurse that tried giving them her lastname just because their father wasn’t there. She was the worst and luckily wasn’t taken into the actual birth but her care for un-forgivably horrid.

He walked towards the bed taking in his son. Tears again prickled their eyes but this time it was happy tears. He had the exact same shade of brown hair as him and made Corbyn the happiest man that moment. “This might sound stupid but... I want to be a part of their life Y/N. And I want to be a part of yours.” She smiled at him “ Sure.” was her response. And in the next few seconds they were sharing a kiss. The sensation they were both missing for awhile now.

And from the door a few cheers were heard. Y/N imediatelly knew who it was.

[youngbloodseavey]

heartbeat // corbyn besson

i feel really soft about corbyn so here’s something really fucking cute and short okay i hope you enjoy and tHANK YOU FOR 2.2K OKAY I LOVE YOU ENJOY

you had never known that you could love someone as much as you loved corbyn. that is, until you laid your eyes on your baby girl.

she was the perfect mixture of you and corbyn, with his bright blue eyes and your shade of hair. she was perfect. absolutely perfect.

“can i-” corbyn ruffled his hair, looking as nervous as ever as he stood next to your hospital bed. “can i hold her?” his voice was gentle, like he was scared that if he talked to loud that he would disturb the beautiful bundle in your arms.

“of course babe, she’s your baby too.” you let our a soft laugh, the fatigue of just giving birth settling into your system. “come closer corbs,” he took a step closer to where you were laying, and you cradled the baby as you held her out to him.

he gingerly took her into his arms, scared that if he moved wrong that she would break. he slowly moved to the armchair that was settled next to your bed, sitting down in what seemed like slow motion.

wow.

that’s the only thought that went through corbyn’s brain as he took his first good look at his baby. his baby. he had a baby. his own little human that you and him were going to take care of until he died. the little human that he would see grow into a beautiful adult, the little human that was going to be the center of his life from this day forward.

his little girl.

“hey there little baby,” he mumbled moving the little hat that was placed on her head away from her face. she squirmed for a few moments, before opening her eyes ever-so slightly, revealing the bright cerulean color underneath.

“babe! she opened her eyes!” corbyn was so excited that he thought her would drop her, but he knew that he was held so tightly in his arms that not even an earthquake could shake her from his grasp.

“she has your eyes,” you mumbled tiredly, staring at your husband and daughter with a gaze that held nothing less than pure adoration. corbyn’s mouth was turned up into the widest smile you had ever seen, his gaze never straying from his daughter.

he moved his finger up to her hand, her small little fingers instantly wrapping around his pointer finger. her grip was strong, and it almost seemed as if she knew that it was her dad that was holding her.

corbyn’s eyes began to brim with tears, his thumb gently brushing back and forth on the back of her hand.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispered softly, feeling a tear run down his face as he stared at his baby girl. he lifted her tiny hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her smooth skin.

a nurse walked into the room, a smile placed on her face as she looked at the new father daughter duo.

“would you like to do some skin to skin bonding? it helps the newborn connect with the father easier,” the nurse suggested, and corbyn immediately agreed. anything to make him closer to his baby.

he took off his shirt, the nurse taking care of getting the baby unswaddled so she was left only in her diaper. corbyn sat back down in the chair, holding his arms out for the nurse to place his baby in his arms.

the nurse gently set the baby into corbyn’s arms, instructing for him to lay her on his chest over his heart.

“that way she can feel your heartbeat, and your bond will strengthen.” the nurse said with a smile, before saying a quick goodbye and leaving.

corbyn laid her down on his chest, directly over his heart. he took her beanie off, pressing a light kiss onto her soft tufts of hair.

you slowly reached over to where your phone was, opening to camera app and snapping a few adorable pictures of your husband and daughter.

“babe, we make cute ass babies.” corbyn commented, gazing adoringly at the baby on his chest.

“that we do.” you mumbled, looking at the precious pictures that you had just taken. corbyn’s face was nothing less than absolutely elated. he stared at your daughter with such love in his eyes, that it brought tears to yours.

you sniffled softly, causing corbyn to look up at you with concern.

“what’s wrong babe? are you in pain?” he began to get up from his seat, still carefully cradling the baby. you shook your head, a smile spreading across your face.

“no, i just really love you two.” you wiped away a tear, smile still as wide as ever as corbyn slowly walked towards your bedside. he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, before softly kissing your lips.

your insides warmed as he pulled away, seeing both your husband and your daughter. you leaned up and kissed the top of her head, feeling the silky strands of her hair underneath your lips.

“we love you too.”

[fruitiseavey]

IDEA SIS

Okay out of all the au’s I’ve seen of the boys I’ve thought about a glee au??? Idk just a thought THEY WOULD FIT IN WITH THE CHARACTERS YALLLVAKSGEJDHDJHDBFBF

[vibeholland]

[colbybrocksbitchh]

I hope you’re Happier with him

After you and Colby break up you start falling for Corbyn Besson, one of your mutual friends

@simonsbluee

•Just a heads up this isn’t related to the other imagines but I thought the photos on his wall from the other imagine would work well for this one as well•

~Your POV~

Corbyn held my hand as he led me inside and to an empty table. It was near the row of windows, which gave us a great view of the sun going down over the city. I told him what I wanted to drink and he gave me a nod of his head while smiling, just before he bent down to my ear.

“You know what they say, nothings fun about being sober.”

I laugh as he says this. It’s one of our many inside jokes we share that honestly make no sense, but they make me laugh every time.

He walks away and I lean my head on my arm and sigh, smiling. I hadn’t been to this place in forever, not since my third date with my ex boyfriend.

~A little over a month ago~

“Seriously Colby? Are you fucking kidding me?! I’ve asked you to stop hanging out with her!”

I can’t hold it in any longer as I scream out these words. He has the nerve to stare me in the face and say he’s sorry he couldn’t have made our anniversary date because of her.

“God why are you so difficult?! She’s my friend, my best friend! I’m not gonna stop hanging out with her!”

He rolls his eyes and yells back, sticking one hand in his pocket.

“First of all I should be your best friend! If you had known her before we met I would understand, but you only met her three weeks ago! Second of all the fact that you stood me up today is such bullshit! You always plan the dates and today was my turn to do something for you, not to mention the fact that it’s our two year anniversary and you stood me up for fucking Layla!”

“Ughhh!”

He sticks both hands in his hair. He plops himself down on the bed, puts his head in his hands, and breathes heavily in anger.

“Sometimes you’re can be such a bitch...”

Colby mumbles this through his hands not looking up at me. When I hear those words my blood starts to boil and I decide I’ve had enough.

“How dare you, fuck off Colby! This is fucking over!”

I walk out and slam the door behind me.

~Now~

Corbyn snaps me out of my flashback by handing me a beer.

“Aww thanks Corbs, you’re the best!”

I giggle and take a sip from the bottle, it burns slightly as it goes down.

“Anything for you cutie.”

I blush as Corbyn grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Corbyn was my rock after Colby and I broke up.

I’d been a huge WDW fan since I was nineteen years old, for my twentieth birthday Colby took me to one of their concerts. He bought tickets up front, backstage passes, the works. When it was our turn to meet the guys we found out that they all watched Sam and Colby, but Jack watched them the most.

This led to a friendship between all of us, as we exchanged numbers that night. For a while we all would hang out when they were in L.A from touring, but eventually the only people who we still hung out with and texted often were Jack and Corbyn.

Being that Jack was such a big fan, I often found myself talking to Corbyn while Jack and Colby would play video games and ask each other questions.

He became one of my bestfriends, however I always put Colby first, until Colby stopped putting me first. After he skipped out on our anniversary date that I had planned to hang out with Layla, one of Kat’s besties whom he’d only known for a few short weeks, I knew it was over.

Corbyn stepped up and became the most amazing friend a girl could ask for, and as of three days ago, the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.

I wrap my arms around his neck as we dance, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

He smiles and leans down to kiss me, making this the best night I’ve had in a while.

~Colby’s POV~

I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t miss her. Since the moment she walked out of my room every moment has been a constant struggle. Today was the worst.

I was feeling extra down today after seeing a video of Y/n backstage waiting for Corbyn at one of WDW’s concerts, so I decided to take a walk down some of the busier streets in LA.

That’s when I saw it. Corbyn holding my girls hand, pulling her inside some bar as I watched from the curb on the opposite side. That’s where I took her for out third date, and she’s just gonna let him do that?! I just stood in sadness and honestly, anger, as I watched him whisper in her ear.

She laughed and he left, presumably to get her a drink, before she began gazing out the window. I quickly ducked behind a car before she could see me.

Wow, she looked happy... happier then I’d seen her in a really long time. I hadn’t seen her smile like that In months... I guess I hadn’t realized how much I’d started pushing her away.

I back up, sliding down to sit on the sidewalk and leaning my back against the brick wall. Fuck... I hurt her.

Honestly I guess I hadn’t realized how much I had done, and how bad it really was. I never liked Layla as more than a friend but I’m not gonna pretend she didn’t give me a thrill that y/n didn’t. Y/n was always super focused, I guess at the time I hadn’t realized she was super focused on planning our anniversary date. When I hung out with Layla It didn’t bother me that y/n was always so busy.

Eventually I decided I couldn’t do it anymore. I’d been spying on her date with Corbyn for the past forty minutes and I couldn’t handle it anymore, so I called an Uber.

The moment I walked in the front door I grabbed a bottle of vodka. It was half full, left over from one of Brennens stupid drinking videos, but it would work for me.

I brought it to my room, sat in my editing chair, and drank. I had finished the bottle in no time. My wall was still covered in our photos, our memories from the moment we met to the moment we said goodbye.

In no time I had finished the bottle and was close to passing out. I’m literally so in love with her.

I was never much of a crier but I let the tears fall down my face, honestly it was probably a biproduct of me being drunk and emotional.

At this moment Sam walked in, curious as to whether I would help him film for his prank.

“Colby?”

Thirty minutes after I had spilled my heart out he gives me one piece of advice and leaves.

“One day you won’t feel like this anymore. Eventually you’ll be able to move on like she has. Just stay strong bro.”

In my drunken state I decide to type out a text.

Hey Love well I guess you aren’t really my love anymore, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t pretend it doesn’t bother me. Y/n I’m so utterly in love with you that it kills me every time I see you with Corbyn. I saw you guys today while I was taking a walk. You seemed really happy, and I’m sorry I could never make you feel like that. You’re so beautiful and amazing and I hope that he treats you the way I should’ve. I hope you’re happier with him.

~Hey guys it’s Tay! So this was a request and so I hope I did it justice! Much Love 💕~

[kodieoirskott]

Happy Birthday Daniel (:

Fact: Our little Daniel is 19 in a couple of hours (17 minutes for me) and I hope he enjoys his day to the fullest. Thus the reason for this short. It’s all over the place and even though it’s only 1600 words, it took me two hours to write?? Any way...

Holding tightly onto the valuable box, you hesitantly stared at the doorbell. It was the 2nd of April, and Daniel had turned nineteen today. You and he had celebrated your birthdays together since you met in freshman year of High School, but this year your ritual was bound to be different.

He had a girlfriend- And you were fine with it, he seemed happy to have found someone, but you wished it would’ve been anyone other than her. Cora was a gorgeous girl and had been super kind to you, but you had always felt that something was off about her. She was all over the Daniel Seavey. The one who disappears on international tours for months and the one with a golden voice. That Daniel she knew and adored. The other Daniel, the one you grew up with, the one Christian boy who would talk about life as if he had experienced 90 years of it… Cora didn’t know that Daniel and that was what hurt you. To you, it felt like the Daniel you once knew, was hiding in a place where only you could find him.

“[Y/N]?” Daniel called out from behind you.

Turning away from the doorbell you still stood in front, your eyes fell on the now 19-year-old boy. He was wearing his hiking shoes and sweat was dripping from underneath his baseball cap over his face. You smiled when you realized it was the baseball cap you had given him before he’d gone off on the Invitation Tour.

“Happy birthday!” You smiled, more genuine than anyone ever could be. Rushing to him, you threw your arms around him and hold him close. A content sigh left your lips as you felt his arms around you.

“Thank you.” He whispered, just as content as you were, “You are aware that I’m sweating, right?”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled yourself out of his arms, “Believe me. If it wasn’t your birthday I would have never put myself through such misery.”

He laughed and walked passed you, motioning for you to follow him. “So, I should probably get a shower.” Scratching the back of his neck, his eyes rested on you.

You quickly held out his present, “Just open this first?”

Daniel walked over and allowed you to push the small box in his hands. He grinned from ear to ear as he unwrapped the box. Peeking inside, he frowned lightly before looking up into your eyes again. Pulling out the small red USB, he now wore his eyebrows high. Daniel skipped over to the dinner table before opening his laptop and plugging his USB in.

You couldn’t help but hold your breath as he opened the file. Immediately your voice sounded through the speakers.

“Hey, little D.” As you watched over his shoulder, you felt your cheeks starting to burn. “Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be me confessing my love and asking you to marry me or anything. Instead, this is a fun little compilation of our friendship.”

He quickly turned his head to face you, simply because he wanted to see the embarrassed blush that had crept onto your face and yet he didn’t want to miss the smallest second of the video you had made him.

“But, you should probably hit the shower first. Knowing you, you just came back from a hike and are all sweaty as of right now. So, I’ll  be here. Waiting. For you- Oh god, this better not turn into a love confession.”

You pressed on the pause-button when he didn’t. Looking at him with certain expectations, you motioned for the stairs.

He shook his face, “I want to watch this first.”

“It’s twenty minutes.”

“I saw.”

Rolling your eyes, you pressed the play button again, but before the full introduction was over, the front door burst open and an over-excited Cora rushed in.

Daniel put the video back on pause and got up from his feet, a wide smile on his face.

“Happy birthday babe!” Cora screamed perhaps a little too loud as she ran to Daniel. He held his arms out for a kiss or hug that never came. Cora stopped several yards away from him. “You are one smelly birthday boy. Go take a shower and then I’ll give you your kiss.”

From your point of view, Daniel appeared disappointed. Nonetheless, he seemed to cope. He sat back down to continue watching his video, but Cora stopped him once again.

“Babee,” she mumbled, “Come on. In the shower you go,” She paused and winked once, “I’ll give you your present once you’re all clean.”

Hesitantly, Daniel got up and closed the laptop. Smiling once more at you, he wrapped his arm around you as he held his laptop with the other. “Thank you so much, [Y/N].” He mumbled before he disappeared up the staircase.

. . .

Cora had occupied herself with some of her schoolwork which left you to wander around the house. Daniel was usually much quicker with taking a shower, so you ended up in his en-suite bedroom. You could hear soft voices on the other side of his bathroom door and curiosity easily took you to stand right in front of the door, your ear against the wood.

You immediately heard your own broken voice and recognized it from the video on the USB. It was recorded a couple of days ago, meaning that Daniel had nearly finished watching the entire video.

“It wasn’t the best idea to record this part of the video after editing it in its entirety.” You had sobbed quietly, “I- You’re an amazing friend, Daniel. You really are. God- Why am I crying?”

You had expected for Daniel to respond with a soft chuckle or laugh at some point, but nothing came.

“I love you. I honestly couldn’t have wished for a better friend. Happy nineteenth, little D.”

The bathroom door cracked open not long after, and out came the tall boy with his white bathroom towel. He looked up and jumped a step back. You immediately saw his glazy eyes and you had to force out a laugh, just to make the embarrassing scene disappear.

“You cried.” You pointed at him, before giving yourself a lame high-five. “That is what I call success.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a shirt before pulling it over his head. He eventually sat down next to you on his bed. His hands were folded together in his lap, something that you hadn’t seen him do for the past months.

“You are the best.” He said, almost embarrassed, as he looked at his hands.

“That’s a fact,” You nodded, confused at how quiet and reserved he behaved. “What’s going on? Did I embarrass you?”

He found your eyes again and shook his face ever so lightly, “No, no. It’s nothing.”

Jumping up to your feet, you grabbed his wrists and pulled him up. “Come on then, the boys are probably up by now and you still need to unwrap Cora’s present.”

But instead of following you, he pulled you back and his arms instantly wrapped around your torso again. “This was probably the best present ever.” He said, gently kissing your forehead.

. . .

“Wow.”

It had been the only thing that came out of Daniel’s mind and it had been repeated about four times now. He just kept pulling out ‘his and hers’ products. There were pillowcases, keychains and most importantly: bedsheets. It was a little odd, especially since it had become a fact that Daniel was a little obsessed with the same grey bedsheets. He wouldn’t get it over his mind to change them, his reasoning being that he liked it clean and simple.

Poor Cora seemed to have no idea that the chaotic bedsheets that stated how little his space on the bed would be, was a terrible gift for his birthday.

“Thank you, Cora-“ He said, sounding somewhat grateful, as she started leaning in for a kiss. Daniel got to his feet. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something, Cora.”

. . .

“You broke up with her?” You frowned, watching how an overall confused Cora was now pushing all the presents she had bought Daniel back into her car. “On your birthday?”

He groaned, “I know. I should’ve done it before she had bought me all- whatever that was.”

“Is Dani Boy being ungrateful?” You chuckled, using the nickname Cora seemed to love so endlessly.

Daniel shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. Maybe- It’s just… It felt like she went on the first best webshop and ordered all that junk.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “You cannot tell me that you broke up over a bad birthday present.”

He shook his head, “It’s not that. I just don’t feel as comfortable around her as I do around other people. And I couldn’t help but feel like she didn’t even want to get to know me.”

Biting your lip, you nodded.

“You saw that too? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you didn’t know what to say. “You seemed happy. You finally found someone who you thought you’d want to spend the rest of your life with-“

He cut you off, “I’d want to spend the rest of my life with you too.”

 You chuckled, “It’s different with me, you know that.”

[ I AM SORRY I WANT THIS TO BE CONTINUED, BUT I AM TIRED AND DANIEL’S BIRTHDAY IS ALMOST HERE AND I NEED SLEEP. ]

[bessonbitch]

Mon Amour ♡ Corbyn Besson Imagine

Title: Mon Amour

Pairing: Corbyn x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 373

Summary: You and Corbyn go on a romantic walk through Paris.

Warning(s): None that I can think of! Please message me if there’s something you see that I don’t!

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! If anyone else would like to request an imagine, you can do so here: x

Also, this is the thirteenth of EIGHTEEN imagines I shall be posting today!! Why eighteen, you may ask? It’s because today is my eighteenth birthday, and I’m feeling extra af! I hope y’all enjoy!

Paris, the City of Love. The city you dreamed of living in, with a cozy apartment and regular visits to a quaint a café. The city you wanted to spend the rest of your life in with the love of your life. But, for now, you’d have to settle for a romantic getaway in the city you loved.

Corbyn, knowing how much you loved the city, declared that during the week of your birthday, the two of you would be vacationing in Paris. You were so excited  when he told you. You’d started preparing the minute you found out. Corbyn marveled at your enthusiasm, wondering how on Earth he ended up getting so lucky to have someone like you.

The day you arrived, Corbyn surprised you with a romantic dinner. You were dressed to the nines, eager to spend an entire week with your boyfriend with absolutely no interruptions. The two of you laughed and talked and didn’t once think about the distractions of every day life. For the first time in a long time, you had fun with your boyfriend without worrying about his career pulling him away from you.

When dinner ended, you insisted on doing a little sightseeing before the night was over. Corbyn, never one to deny your happiness, followed you like a lost puppy as you led him down the streets of Paris. 

“Wait, Y/N! Stop right there!” Corbyn said, pulling out his phone. The two of you had just reached the Eiffel Tower, which was lit up against the night sky. “Strike a pose!”

You laughed, posing as your boyfriend snapped pictures of you in front of the tower. When he lowered his phone, clearly done taking pictures, you grinned and said, “Lemme see!”

Corbyn smiled at you as you wrapped your arms around his torso, craning your neck to see the pictures on his phone. He scrolled through the photos, feeling giddy as you pointed to one you liked, ooh-ing and aah-ing.

“Which one’s your favorite?” you smiled up at him.

“The one with you in it,” he said without missing a beat. 

“I’m in all of them!” you laughed.

“Exactly,” he said, kissing you softly. 

“You’re an idiot.”

“No, I’m your idiot!”

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corbynbesson mon amour 💕

Ahh! I hope you like this! (Idk how to feel about the little “instagram” thing I put in there but I digress)

[youngbloodseavey]

stay golden // corbyn besson

this is my “thank you for 2k followers” post. i’d like to say thank you, because i never thought this would ever be happening when i started this blog. thank you guys for supporting me and this blog, even when i don’t post or i don’t follow through with my projects. thank you. thank you for 2k. it means the absolute world and more to me. i love each and every one of you with my entire heart and more.

request: Requests are open! Yay! I have some requests that I've been storing up  just waiting for this moment. So let's say that Corbyn had this childhood friend who was also his neighbour and one day when they're like 14/15 she moves to the other side of the country and they get disconnected. She always had a crush on him and so when she finds out he's on tour like 4/5 yrs later she gets limelight tickets bc wow she doesn't think he remembers her and then they reconnect and like probably fluff who knows         

i have no fuckin idea how limelight works so like bare with me kids, and also corbyn is SINGLE in this story. S I N G L E. christina is not corbyn’s girlfriend in this story so keep that in mind tHANKS

pairing: corbyn x fem!reader

triggers: none

“why do you have to leave me?” corbyn pouted at his best friend y/n, as they laid together in the grass fields by their houses. 

the fifteen year-olds had been best friends since diapers, and had found out recently that y/n had to move all the way across the country from their home in virginia to california.

“corbs, i don’t want to move. i wanna stay here with you, and graduate, and live my life here in virginia. but my dad got this new fancy-ass job, and i can’t get out of moving,” y/n rolled over onto her stomach, now facing her blue-eyed best friend.

“trust me, the last thing i want to do right now is to leave,” she whispered, feeling the familiar sting of tears rush through her, and her eyes became watery.

“no, please don’t cry y/n,” corbyn rushed out, immediately sitting up and taking the girl into his arms. “if you cry then i’m gonna start crying.”

 the two teenagers held each other in an embrace for what felt like an eternity, not even bothering to speak to each other. all they did was enjoy each other’s presence, because soon they wouldn’t be seeing each other for a long time.

“i love you so much corb,” the girl whispered, burying her face into corbyn’s shoulder. she took in a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent that was her best friend. 

“i love you too y/n.” corbyn was near tears, but was determined to not show his weakness to his best friend. he gently pressed his lips to her temple, lingering for a few seconds before he pulled away.

“y/n! let’s go!” the pair jumped apart at the sound of y/n’s parents, who were loading the car with their luggage. the rest of their stuff would come later in a u-haul. 

“one second mom!” y/n yelled at her parents, who were beginning to look impatient. “hey, before i leave, i wanted to tell you something that i’ve been keeping a secret for a long time,” y/n began to start, taking corbyn’s hands in hers.

the boy’s heart began to race, as he stared into the eyes of his longtime best friend (and admittedly, his longtime crush).

“i really li-” she began, but was cut off by the honk of the car’s horn, beckoning her to go to her parents.

“i’m really gonna miss you.” a sad, tearful smile painted itself on her face. “stay golden besson, because i have no doubt that one day i’m going to see you on some big fancy billboard because you have a number one album. i know i will.” she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, squeezing his hand in hers before running off to her parents and hopping into the car. “never stop chasing your dreams. because they’ll become a reality. don’t forget me okay?”

and with a sad smile y/n y/l/n was gone, leaving a tearful corbyn besson alone in a grassy field.

||

it had been four whole years since y/n had seen corbyn. after y/n left and corbyn began to seriously pursue music, it was a bumpy ride for their friendship.

and soon enough, their friendship simply didn’t exist.

it wasn’t a malicious falling out, there was no foul words or cruel gestures. there was simply just silence. and the two of them had to deal with an empty line, a static crackle of nothingness on the other side. 

of course the thought of the other was always in the back of their minds, but both y/n and corbyn were far too scared to try and reconnect. what if what they had wasn’t the same as before?

so when y/n saw that a band called “why don’t we” was going on tour, she was immediately intrigued. and when she saw her blue-eyed ex-best friend on the front cover of the poster, only one question plagued her mind.

does corbyn remember me?

so in an attempt to answer that question and rid her head of the incessant nagging that had been continuous for the past four years, y/n took out her debit card and bought a limelight ticket to their los angeles show. 

so that’s what brought y/n here. standing near the front of the line at the venue. it was only 3:00 and there was already a line wrapped around the block, which warmed y/n’s heart to no end.

you made it corbyn, i knew you could do it.

her stomach began to tie itself in knots as time went on, each second seeming to pass on like a minute.

y/n pulled her phone out of her back pocket, her foot tapping on the pavement as she checked the time for what seemed like the thousandth occasion. 5:00. they should be letting people in for limelight soon.

she began to scroll through her phone, managing to somehow scroll deep into her camera roll. she stopped across a photo of her and corbyn from the 9th grade, smiling wistfully at their goofy grins and wide eyes. 

it was crazy to see how much had changed in four years. corbyn was now touring the world, and y/n was finishing up her first year of college. 

“oh my god, you’ve met corbyn?!” y/n was shook out of her daze by an excited voice squealing from behind her, and she turned around to see a girl no older than 16. the girl was wide-eyed and excited as ever, another girl whom y/n assumed to be her friend looking equally as hyped. y/n was irked that the two girls were looking at her phone screen without her permission, but decided to mask her irritation with a smile.

“yeah,” she began, trying to think of an excuse as to how she knew corbyn. she didn’t want people to know she was corbyn’s childhood best friend, it might cause unnecessary drama. “i met him a few years back. i’ve been a fan of him since the beginning, and i’m so insanely proud of him and i want to support him in any way possible.” well, at least she wasn’t lying. the two girls nodded.

“well what’s it like to meet him? is he nice?” one of the girls asked, and y/n began to smile. childhood memories of her and corbyn began to flood her mind, causing a warm feeling to ball up in her stomach.

“he’s the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. i miss him to absolute death, and i can’t wait to see him again.” y/n almost became choked up as she spoke, memories of her and corbyn overwhelming her mind. 

the girls opened their mouths to speak, but were interrupted by a man with a megaphone beginning to yell over the crowd.  

“people with a limelight ticket, please come to the front of the crowd! stand in front of the entrance doors, we will be letting you in very shortly.” y/n’s pulse began to race, and she said a quick goodbye to the girls she was talking to before making her way to the big, double-door entrance.  

her nerves were as high as they could be as she was let in through the doors, taking out her id for security to check and having her ticket scanned. 

soon enough, y/n found herself waiting on a couch in a large room, fifty or so fans milling about the room. her stomach was in a million knots, and she began to play with her fingers as a nervous habit.

she took out her phone and began to scroll aimlessly, checking her social media in an attempt to sway the nerves from her stomach. she couldn’t even focus on the posts and tweets she was looking at, instead her head was swarming with nervousness and thoughts.

what if he doesn’t remember me? what if we don’t click like we used to? what if he hates me?

the last thought absolutely terrified y/n. she knew that they fell out, but she didn’t hold any ill feelings towards corbyn for it. hopefully he feels the same way.

“oh my god they’re here!” y/n heard the high pitched squeal of a teenage girl, followed by a flurry of screams. they’re here. this is it.

“hey guys!” she heard a deep male voice, and she traced the voice back to a tall, brown haired boy. she recognized him as jonah, who was the oldest in the band.

y/n had decided to do some studying up on the rest of the band and their music before coming, just so she didn’t look like a complete idiot. and she had to admit, they made some damn good music.

the screams soon died down, morphing into loud conversation. the band members began to mill around, speaking to fans and taking photos. the couch y/n was sitting on was in the corner farthest from the boys, which she was grateful for.

she began to formulate four years of regret and apologies into a single sentence, which proved as hard as it sounds. 

y/n saw that the band began to come closer, talking to the fans and taking pictures. she was a few feet away from daniel, and she decided to push her nerves to the side and walked up to the blue-eyed boy, who was clad in a floral button down and black pants. 

daniel caught y/n’s eye, and finished up his conversation with the girls he was with to approach the nervous girl.

“hey there love!” daniel’s tooth-gap was on full display, his joyful aura almost immediately soothing some of y/n’s nerves. he enveloped her into a tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head. 

y/n hugged back, feeling oddly comfortable in daniel’s arms. she pulled away after a few seconds, taking in a deep breath.

“so what’s your name?” daniel asked, plopping down on the couch that y/n was previously sitting on. y/n took seat next to him sinking down into the fabric. 

“y/n,” she responded, moving herself into a comfortable position.

“well that’s a gorgeous name,” daniel responded, turning his body to face y/n. “where are you from?”

“i live in los angeles now, but i used to live in fairfax, virginia.” y/n explained her heart warming at the thought of her hometown.

“fairfax? that’s where corbyn’s from!” his bright eyes widened at the realization, and y/n nodded. “did you used to know him?” y/n nodded.

“we used to be best friends actually,” y/n mumbled, feeling a sudden amount of wistfulness wash over her.

“woah wait, really? no way,” daniel looked shell shocked. y/n nodded yet again, taking out her phone and pulling up a picture of her and corbyn from their 8th grade formal. she showed the photo to daniel, whose jaw seemed to drop even more.

“i’ve known him since we were in diapers, and we were best friends until i moved to california when we were 15,” y/n explained, pulling up another picture of her and corbyn for emphasis. “after that we kinda just, lost touch i guess.” y/n shrugged, and daniel nodded.

“so is that why you’re here? to see corbyn again?” daniel asked, and y/n moved her head up and down in a nod.

“i’m terrified though, like what if we don’t connect like we used to? i don’t know, maybe i’m overthinking things but it has been four years,” y/n trailed off, her eye catching a tuft of bright blonde hair from across the room. her heart skipped a beat at even the tiniest sight of him.

daniel was silent for a few moments, and y/n could see that the boy was deep in concentration.

“let’s go say hi to him.” daniel stood up, reaching a hand out to y/n to help her stand up from the couch. 

“w-what?” y/n stammered, her heart beginning to race.

“let’s go see him right now. you need to rip off the band-aid, and he needs a boost of confidence and energy. tour is taking a lot out of him, and maybe you’ll be the thing to give him that boost.” he replied, gesturing once more to signal for y/n to take his hand.

“fine.” she took his hand, standing up. “but if he doesn’t remember me, you have to get me out of there immediately okay?”

“deal.” daniel smiled, and began to walk with y/n over to where corbyn stood with a crowd of girls around him.

“i’ll distract the fans, you go talk to corbyn.” he gave her a bright, reassuring  smile before sauntering over to the group of fans, sending the group into a frenzy. he walked a couple steps to the right and the girls followed him and began to talk animatedly, leaving corbyn standing alone.

y/n attempted to shake the butterflies from her stomach, but to no avail.

deep breaths, deep breaths.

she walked over to corbyn, who turned to talk to another fan. she took in another breath, before raising her hand and tapping him on the shoulder.

“hey there besson.” she breathed out, staring into the same clear blue eyes that she adored so much. the same blue eyes that were filled with tears the last time she saw him four years prior.

“y/n?” his eyes scanned your face, not believing for a second what he was seeing. was this really her? was it his best friend? the girl he was so deeply in love with for practically his entire life?

he couldn’t help himself, and scooped her into a bear hug. she wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her head into the crook of his neck. he smelled of cologne, mixed with the familiar scent of him that she remembered from oh-so long ago. he smelled like corbyn.

“i missed you so much,” she mumbled feeling tears make their way to her eyes. she clung onto him like a koala bear, savoring every millisecond of the hug as if it made up for the four years of not talking to each other, and she could tell corbyn was doing the same.

“i missed you more.” his voice shook with emotion, and he too was near tears. y/n pulled away from the hug, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

“impossible.” she smiled, locking eyes with corbyn. the bright blue orbs blazed with emotion, and she could see the tears that brimmed on his lower lash line.

she looked over corbyn’s shoulder for a second, seeing that daniel was looking at the pair with a wide smile plastered on his face. he shot her a thumbs up and she laughed, burying her face in corbyn’s shoulder once more.

after a minute or so of just enjoying each other’s presence, corbyn gently set y/n down onto the ground, his hands still placed on her waist. the smallest reminder that he was still there, he was real, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“i’m so sorry for everything,” she mumbled, the tears that pooled in her eyes beginning to fall down her face in delicate strokes. “i should’ve tried harder to make our friendship work, but i gave up.”

“it’s not your fault. half of the blame is on me too. it’s both our faults, but nothing is gonna change our mistakes from the past. what’s important is that we focus on the future. our future.” he gently cupped her face in his hands, wiping away the tears with a simple stroke of his thumb.

she smiled, placing her smaller hands over his.

oh god, i really want to kiss him.

the thought ran through her head, and she almost immediately pushed it aside.

it’s been four years since you’ve seen him y/n, don’t just go kissing your old best friend and crush in front of a bunch of his fans with cellphones in their hands.

he looked into her glittering eyes, feeling the pull that he felt towards her four years prior. it was as if nothing had changed in his heart and soul.

i’ve never wanted to kiss someone more. his heart longed for her lips on his.

he slowly began to lean in, and y/n sucked in a breath and began to weigh the options in her head.

fuck it.

she leaned in, melting into his gentle touch. y/n’s eyes fluttered shut, corbyn’s doing the same. their lips were four inches apart.

three inches.

two inches.

one inch.

“okay guys!” y/n and corbyn jumped apart, both blushing a bright crimson. they had failed to notice the crowd that had formed a circle around the pair. “sadly it’s time for us to go, but we want you all to know that we love you guys so much, and we hope you enjoy the show tonight!” jonah’s voice boomed, sending a smirk in corbyn’s direction.

“i-i guess i have to get going now,” corbyn mumbled, his hand going to rub the back of his neck.

“yeah, you probably should,” y/n began to fiddle around with her fingers, rocking back and forth gently on her heels.

“i hope you enjoy the show, i’ll see you after? i can send someone out to come find you, so you can come backstage if you want?” he proposed, and y/n’s heart set alight.

“i’d love that,” she smiled shyly at the blonde boy. ��break a leg besson.”

“see you later y/l/n.” he paused for a beat. “i hope i make you proud.” he bent down and pressed a soft kiss on her cheek, the spot where his lips touched tingling after he pulled away.

he shot her another heart-melting smiled before walking away, a bounce in his step.

i have no doubt that you’ll make me the proudest i’ve ever been when i see you up there corbyn. i always knew you’d make it.

[vibeholland]

me @ everyone

[vibeholland]

love of my life

[vibeholland]

blessed🤧

[youngbloodseavey]

to the heavens and back // corbyn besson

requested: no, but this is based off a scene from the tv show “this is us”

this is by far, the longest and saddest imagine i have ever written. it’s 3313 words of pure fucking sadness. please don’t hate me i’m sorry corbyn okay bYE

pairing: corbyn x female!reader

triggers: house fires, hospitals, death.

||

“mom, dad!” giselle stumbled into corbyn and y/n’s bedroom, coughing violently as she shook her parents awake.

“what is it,” corbyn mumbled groggily, sitting up as he wiped the sleep out of his eyes.

“the house is on fire.” giselle cried, sending a jolt down y/n and corbyn’s backs. and that’s when they began to smell it.

smoke. thick, grey, firey smoke. the nauseating scent of it entered their lungs at an instant, and corbyn and y/n leaped out of bed.

“y/n! stay here with ellie, i’m going to get justin and alex. wet some towels and hold them over your faces, it’ll help keep the smoke out of your system.” corbyn called to his wife and daughter, who nodded and immediately ran to the bathroom to retrieve the materials corbyn asked for.

corbyn took in a deep breath, before throwing the door open, immediately being hit with a wave of thick smoke. corbyn let out a cough, waving the smoke away from his face before closing the door behind him and beginning to run towards justin, his oldest son’s room.

he sprinted across the hall, passing the balcony that overlooked the entrance to their gorgeous california home, that corbyn and y/n were able to purchase after years of hard work on both their parts. all their hard work, going up in red-hot flames.

corbyn spared a quick glance over the balcony, seeing that most of the first floor had gone up in flames, and the fire was steadily creeping up the stairs. corbyn let out a violent cough once again, trying to rid his system of the toxicity that was entering it, before barging into justin’s room.

the fifteen-year old was still asleep, which was no surprise. he took after his father in the “need to sleep 24/7″ department.

“justin! get up right now!” corbyn yelled at his son, shaking his lanky body to rouse the boy out of bed.

“what’s going on, is it time for school yet?” justin mumbled groggily, the intensity of the situation him and his family was in clearly not registering in his mind.

“the house is on fire. now get your damn ass up.” corbyn growled, throwing the covers off of justin’s body. 

justin’s bright blue eyes widened, and he immediately leaped out of bed.

“what? the house is on fire?” justin’s eyes were wild, and he stared at his dad with pleading eyes.

“yes it is. hurry up, so i can get your brother too,” corbyn ushered justin to the door, feeling the heat radiate from the other side. corbyn softly cursed under his breath.

he grabbed justin by the shoulders, feeling his son begin to shake and his breathing quicken.

“take a deep breath j, and it’ll all be okay.” corbyn reassured his clearly anxious kin, before slamming the door open, seeing that the hallway to the master bedroom had still not yet been consumed by the flames.

corbyn and justin sprinted across the hall, flinging the door open to the master bedroom where y/n and giselle were waiting. y/n immediately took justin in her arms, hugging and kissing his forehead and rambling on questions as to his condition.

“i’m going to get alex. the moment i close this door, stuff some wet towels beneath the door. got it?” corbyn breathed out, y/n reaching out and handing corbyn a towel to put over his own face.

“be careful babe, i better be seeing both you and alex back here in the next five minutes okay?” y/n spoke, terror in her eyes. corbyn pressed a swift kiss to her forehead and nodded, before using one hand to press the wet towel up to his face and the other to slam open the door.

the dark orange flames had caught to the main hallway of the second floor, slowly beginning to burn away at the carpet and banister. corbyn began to run to where alex’s room was, knowing that there wasn’t much more time to be able to get his whole family out alive.

corbyn slammed the door open, seeing that his twelve year-old son was already awake and pacing the floors, tears streaming down his face. alex ran to his father the moment he saw him, flinging his arms around him and beginning to sob.

“shh, it’s gonna be okay. put this towel over your mouth, and hold onto me. you’re gonna be okay. the moment i open this door, we are going to go as quickly as we can to mom and i’s bedroom, okay?” corbyn pressed a light kiss onto his son’s forehead, handing him the damp towel and taking in a breath of clean oxygen before whipping the door open. he stumbled back, seeing the flames licking at the frame of the door on one side, leaving only a strip of space untouched by fire.

corbyn’s arm went immediately to push alex away from the impending flames, his ocean eyes looking about wildly for something to protect them from the fire.

his gaze landed on the twin mattress that laid upon alex’s bed, and he immediately threw the covers and pillows off the mattress, heaving the mattress up as a type of shield.

“alright alex, no matter what, do not let go of me. okay?” corbyn spoke to his quivering son, who nodded and latched his arms around corbyn’s waist while still holding the towel to his mouth. corbyn took in a breath and started into the hall, holding up the mattress to shield himself and alex from the flames.

corbyn felt his flesh become singed as flames licked at his fingertips, the exposed parts of his arm becoming red and painful. alex’s grip on corbyn’s waist was as tight as the poor boy could hold, and he held in sobs and screams as he jumped away from the deadly flame.

“only a few more seconds alex, you’re gonna be okay.” the blonde man spoke through gritted teeth, pushing away the immense pain flowing through his veins to focus on saving his family.

after a few more agonizing seconds, corbyn flung open the door of the master bedroom to see the rest of the family huddled by the window, and he pushed alex towards his mother.

y/n immediately smothered alex with affection, checking him for burns and any type of injury. she pressed a firm kiss to her youngest son’s forehead before moving him along to his older brother, who took alex in his arms and held him tight.

y/n rushed up to her husband, taking his face in her hands and planting a hard kiss to his lips.

“never scare me like that ever again besson.” she warned, wiping some of the soot from his porcelain skin.

“i would never dream to.” corbyn kissed her again, before running over to the large window that was on the side of the wall and prying it open. “c’mon kids, y/n. climb onto the roof,” he ushered out his children one by one, and took y/n by the hand as he guided her onto the tiles of the roof.

it seemed as though luck as on the side of the besson family, for the moment they stepped foot onto the roof the door to the master bedroom blew in, the flames now beginning to overtake the room.

corbyn grabbed a sheet from the bed before joining his family on the roof, rolling the sheet up as tightly as he could in order to create a make-shift rope.

one by one, corbyn swiftly lowered each member of his family to the ground below, until he was the only one left standing on top of the roof.

corbyn stood on the roof for a moment, debating on whether or not to risk himself and run into the fire to save items of importance, or to go safely back down to the ground.

“princess! where’s princess?” he heard giselle yell from down below, referring to the fluffy, white pomeranian that y/n and himself had bought for giselle’s eighth birthday.

the moment the screams escape from his daughter’s mouth, the deed was sealed in corbyn’s mind. he took one glace at his terrified family before leaping back through the window into the firey house, before disappearing from sight as the smoke consumed his form.

“corbyn!”

“dad!”

“babe!”

the horrified screams of y/n and the kids filled the air, piercing like a knife in the cold night. sobs broke out from each member of the family as thoughts of the worst entered their minds, each of them clinging to each other for support.

y/n gathered all her children in her arms, tears running uncontrollably as she choked down sobs. she could hear the sound of sirens approaching her, but all she could focus on is the burning house that contained her husband.

she felt as if the world was crashing down upon her as all she could do is cling onto her children. staring, hoping, praying that her sweet corbyn will reappear from the flames.

she could see out of the corner of her eye the bright red firetrucks approaching, but she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from the horror.

she could feel the firemen pulling her back, away from the house. but she felt as if she was glued to the ground, not able to move even a single limb.

she could hear the screams and sobs of her children, but they were distant. her whole body felt numb.

let him be alive. let him be alive. let him be alive.

the words repeated themselves like a prayer, and minutes felt like hours as the distressed besson family waited to see if their beloved corbyn would appear.

it had been at least a minute since corbyn had disappeared into the flames, and the hope that had ignited itself inside the members of the family had begun to die out.

and just as the last bit of optimism had died in their hearts, the front door burst open. it seemed like the world had stopped turning as the charred wood revealed a dirty, sooty, coughing, but alive, corbyn besson.

“i got princess,” he managed to choke out between heaves, holding up previously white pomeranian, who was now black with soot. with him he also carried a sack, which was full of important documents, albums, and family photos.

“corbyn!” y/n burst out in sobs, breaking away from the grip of the firefighters to run to her husband. corbyn set down princess, who immediately ran to giselle.

y/n barreled into corbyn, taking him tightly in her arms as her tears made marks on his blackened clothing.

“never do that to us again you bastard,” she mumbled into his chest, before taking his face into her hands and planting a firm, passionate kiss on his lips.

“i love you,” he murmured, pulling away from their embrace.

“i love you too besson.” y/n replied softly, savoring the beauty of his presence, a presence she never thought she would be able to feel again.

“dad! daddy!” the voices of justin, alex, and giselle rang out as they ran to their father, each of them enveloping him in a bear hug.

“i love you guys,” he coughed out, trying to choke out some more words. but instead of words, only coughs and heaves left his mouth.

“give your father some space,” panic settled back into y/n’s heart, as corbyn fell onto his knees. “medic! we need a medic!” she screamed towards the fleet of first responders, and nearly immediately a stretcher came running towards them.

corbyn was nearly passed out, and he was on all fours desperately trying to breathe.

“what’s happening to daddy!?” giselle shrieked, trying to run to her father but was quickly held back by her two older brothers.

“shh, everything is going to be alright,” justin whispered into the ears of his younger sister, but inside he knew what he said wasn’t true. he knew something was wrong.

corbyn was quickly lifted onto a stretcher, the paramedics immediately put an oxygen mask onto his mouth before running him to a ambulance.

“kids, i’m going to go with your dad. stay here okay? these nice firefighters are going to take care of you,” y/n rushed over to her kids, her breath speeding up as panic settled into her heart. “i love you guys very much,” she managed to choke out, before running to the ambulance that corbyn was being loaded into and hopping in.

giselle, justin, and alex were left there, being guided into a police car by a nice woman in a firefighters uniform. justin gently picked his baby sister up, feeling her wet tears soak into his t-shirt.

no tears fell down the teenager’s face, but he felt the fear and despair in his heart. something was going to go wrong.

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y/n had one hand on alex’s shoulder, the other wrapped around giselle’s small frame. justin stood directly next to her, stone faced and looking at the floor.

y/n didn’t know a human could produce as many tears as she could, it seemed like there was a never-ending stream of pain flowing through her body since the fire.

the piercing noise of a heart monitor, driving her to near insanity. the monotone “beep” of a flatline echoing through her brain, tearing her heart apart with each passing second. 

she never thought she would be clad in black, standing next to the polished wooden box that contained the body of her husband.

her sweet corbyn. the love of her life, the boy who stole here heart in a moment when she was merely 16. the boy who she exchanged tender vows with, the one who held her hand as she birthed their beautiful children into their lives.

the love who would live no more.

his lungs had failed him. the very same lungs that let him travel around the world with his four best friends. the lungs that touched the hearts of millions with corbyn’s angelic melodies. the lungs that saved lives, failing to save his.

his brain had lost oxygen. the same brain that mesmerized millions of adoring people for years. the brain that held a love for outer space, the brain that was smarter than he ever let on. the brain that could solve any problem thrown at it, not able to think anymore.

his heart no longer beat. the heart that pulsed with adrenaline as he raced around stage, feeling the energy of the crowd and hearing the lyrics that the band poured their hearts into being sung back. the heart that held so much love for music and his fans, always wanting to go out and play or meet fans no matter how exhausted he was. the heart that was filled with so much love and kindness, the heart that touched millions of lives with a mere smile. the heart that could no longer sing, no longer feel, no longer live.

who knew that the boy who seemed like he could live forever with his energy and mind, would die from cardiac arrest in his hospital bed.

“and now mrs. besson will be giving a speech.” the pastor gestured to y/n, who dried her tears and kissed the foreheads of her children before walking up to the podium.

her bloodshot eyes scanned the crowd, seeing the mass amounts of people whom her husband had changed the lives of. they had decided to have an open funeral, and whomever wished to attend could. fans from all over the world came to mourn the loss of the charismatic, goofy singer, and sea of people seemed to go on for miles.

it was incredible to see how many people a boy band member could touch with his music and heart.

“i met corbyn when we were sixteen, and the moment i saw him, i knew we would be together. i was never a believer in love at first sight, well, that was until i locked eyes with him before third period science. and who knew that a single moment of eye contact would bring me the best experiences of my life,” y/n laughed tearily, trying to compose herself as she felt her voice begin to break.

“corbyn was a blessing to this world. there’s no other way to put it. from his music, to his laugh, to his pure and gentle soul. he was practically perfect,” y/n felt to the tears begin to trail down her face, and she did nothing to stop them.

“but more than that, he was human. he had rough days, hard times. but that’s what made him so amazing.”

“there’s nothing that can fill the void that burns our hearts and souls. there’s no one and nothing that can replace his sunny smile and his goofy ways. my children-” y/n’s voice broke, and she nearly ran off stage when she made eye contact with her son.

justin gave her a reassuring nod, becoming teary himself as he tried so desperately to keep himself composed. with his father gone, it was his job to take care and look out for his family.

he had to be the “man of the house” now, the one who took over his father’s role. he couldn’t let his dad down, not when his family needed him the most.

justin tried to wipe away his tears, but gave up as they simply rolled down his face in streams. he put his arms around his younger siblings, squeezing their shoulders as the trio watched their mom onstage.

“corbyn gave me the most amazing things i could ever ask for, my children.” y/n continued, her heart swelling as she saw her children hug each other in the crow. “corbyn matthew besson blessed the world with his incredible mind, his angelic voice, and most of all, his compassionate heart.”

“he never failed to amaze, and will never cease to. i know that his memory will forever live on in the hearts of millions, and i hope it’s comforting to all to know that corbyn will never truly leave.”

“and while i would trade anything to have him standing here today, i know that he is where he is truly meant to be. among the angels.” y/n looked up into the clear blue sky, feeling the warmth of the sun shining on her skin.

she closed her eyes for a moment, relishing in the warmth that suddenly ran through her body. her eyes opened, being met with the sight of the gorgeous azure sky that mirrored the mesmerizing color of corbyn’s irises.

“i love you corbyn, to the heavens and back a thousand times,” she whispered to the sky, repeating the words that corbyn and herself exchanged frequently. it was their phrase of love, their “always” and their “okay”.

“thank you,” y/n spoke for a moment, not knowing how to end her heartfelt speech. she relished in the silence that followed, and slowly walked back to where justin, alex, and giselle stood.

the pastor took the microphone and began to say a closing prayer, and y/n took her children under her arms again. she choked back sobs, closing her eyes as she imagined corbyn’s warmth enveloping her as it used to.

she imagined his soft lips on her forehead, his arms wrapped around her shoulder, his chin balanced on top of her head.

maybe if she imagined hard enough, his touch would be real again. he would have never been torn from the universe as he so painfully was.

but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. and her sweet love was gone forever.

and it was such a painful reality to know.

[vibeholland]

we stan🐘

[youngbloodseavey]

she’s got a gun // jack avery (part one)

request: none

this is a first part! it’s an introduction to this series (it’s basically a fanfiction hah), so there’s going to be very little of jack in this first part. but the following parts will have a ton of him! i’m planning for this to be a few parts, and i’m so excited holy shithiwohfduewhd. enjoy loves!

pairing: jack x female!reader

triggers: gangs, violence, guns, drugs, alcohol, cursing, etc

disclaimer: THIS IS AN AU, THE BOYS WILL ALL BE AGED UP BY A FEW YEARS, SO THESE ARE THE BOY’S AGES IN THIS FIC.

jonah - 25 years old       corbyn - 25 years old

jack - 24 years old         daniel - 24 years old

zach - 22 years old        reader - 22 years old (it’ll make sense)

||

y/n never meant to be caught in the middle of a gang war.

she never asked to be the sister of jonah marais, the leader of the largest gang in los angeles. and she sure as hell never meant to fall in love with jack avery, the leader of the other largest -and jonah’s rival- gang in la.

she never wanted to get involved in jonah’s “gang business”. but the moment she accidentally walked in on jonah and corbyn, who was jonah’s second, holding a gun to a man’s head in the living room, she knew she was in it.

and she was sure in deep.

from that moment on, jonah decided that the best way to protect his little sister, was to teach her the ways of the gang. he taught her the laws, the people, the lifestyle.

y/n frantzich had been a high-ranked member of the vipers for nearly 5 years.

but every gang had their rival. and the rival of the vipers, was the hornets.

||

“y/n! get over here!” y/n heard jonah yell for her, causing her to roll her eyes and stand up from her position on the couch. she walked over to the kitchen where jonah, corbyn, and other various members of the gang were standing around a computer.

“what do you need jonah,” she pushed her way through the small ring of members, standing next to jonah. corbyn was in front of the computer, tapping away at the keys as he worked his ‘tech wiz’ magic, as he liked to call it.

“i believe,” corbyn pushed a final button on the computer, the screen revealing a bright red pinpoint on a map. “that we just found the location of the hornets.” a smirk spread across corbyn’s face as he stared at the screen in victory.

“we got ‘em?” she whispered, her eyes fixated on the screen in front of her.

“that we do, lil sis,” jonah slung his arm around her, pulling her close to himself. y/n leaned into her older brother’s body before pulling away from him.

“so, when are we gonna raid these sons of bitches?” she cracked her knuckles, smirking up at her older brother. “they deserve to pay after what they did to za-”

“not yet y/n, we don’t know enough about them to just go in there blind,” jonah interrupted, giving a stern look to his sister. he then went into thinking mode, his gang-smart mind working at a fast pace. “we need someone to get some, inside intel on the hornets, and then we can make them pay for what they did to him.”

“like a spy?” corbyn asked, leaning on the counter with a raised eyebrow. the small crowd looked to their leader for reassurance.

“yup, exactly like a spy.” jonah smirked, a full plan finally forming in his head. “someone who can get into the heart of the hornets, and give us information on how to take them down from the inside.”

“but who? the hornets know practically everyone in our gang,” a member by the name of theo spoke up from the back, and the rest of the group grumbled in agreement.

they all stayed silent for a few moments before a voice broke through the tense silence.

“they don’t know me.” y/n spoke.

she was right, seeing as while jonah integrated her into the gang, he never let her go out of the house for ‘official gang business’. she had never been in an encounter with the hornets, or any other gang except for the vipers for that matter. no matter how much she begged jonah to let her, he always forced her to help from the base, where corbyn usually was.

“y/n-” jonah began to argue, but y/n but him off with a fierce glare.

“don’t tell me no jonah, i’m the only the hornets don’t know. i’m the only one who can do this without being caught in the first day.” y/n crossed her arms, giving jonah a challenging glare.

“she’s got a point jo-” corbyn began, but he was cut off by a rock hard glare from the older frantzich sibling.

“shut the hell up corbyn,” he growled, turning his attention from the blonde boy back to his sister. “y/n it’s too dangerous out there. you don’t know what the hornets are capable of-”

“stop babying me jonah!“ y/n yelled, her anger beginning to peak. “i’m not a teenager anymore, you can’t go bossing me around like i don’t have a say in what happens to me anymore. i know what those damn hornets are capable of, i know what happened to him.” she stopped to take a breath, trying to cool herself off.

“i can do this jonah. i have to. for the vipers. for zach.” y/n’s voice broke, her mind fleeing at the thought of zach herron.

it had been six months since zach was killed in a gun fight between the vipers and the hornets. he was 22, the same age as y/n. they were as close as ever, some even saying that they were in love.

zach wasn’t even supposed to be present at the fight, but he intervened last minute to tell jonah some incredibly important, secret news that never got to reach the ears of the older boy.

zach arrived at the peak of the conflict, trying to desperately get to jonah before it was too late. but it clearly didn’t work out, and a hornet’s gun went off before zach could even think about moving.

and as that single gunshot rang out, that secret died with zach herron.

y/n supressed her memories of her rosy-cheeked best friend, feeling the tears prick at eyes at the thought of him.

“i’m going jonah, whether you like it or not.” the siblings had a stare-off, venom in both their eyes before jonah’s blue irises softened at the sight of his sister nearly in tears.

“i-i just want you to be safe,” jonah mumbled, and the poison in y/n’s face disappeared.

“i will, i want to do this. i’m willing to do this, for the vipers.” jonah contemplated for a few moments, before caving into his sister’s pleas.

“just be careful. the hornets are capable of so much harm. you’ll leave for the ‘mission’ tomorrow.” jonah told y/n, seeing the excitement and determination of finally going on an assignment settling into her features.

“i won’t fail, i will make them suffer for killing zach.” y/n seethed, the image of zach’s dead body flitting across her vision before disappearing. she began to walk out of the kitchen, which had emptied during hers and jonah’s fight because the other members didn’t want to get involved.

rule number one of the vipers, never get in the middle of a frantzich fight.

“y/n,” she paused her steps at the sound of her brother’s voice. “here, take my gun, stay safe baby sis,” he his took a handgun out of his pocket, outstretching his hand to her.

y/n gingerly took the weapon in her hands, feeling the heavy metal in her palms. her fingers slowly enclosing around the handle.

“thanks jo, i promise i’ll be careful,” she turned away to walk back to her room, but jonah interrupted once again.

“i love you y/n,” his earnest tone nearly brought tears to her eyes, and y/n turned around and enclosed him in a hug.

“i love you too jo.”

“now go kick some hornet ass.”

[youngbloodseavey]

home alone // corbyn besson

day six of 25 Days of Why Don’t We

pairing: corbyn x reader

triggers: none

tag list: @jonahgarl @magicalmarais @duh-danii @thefangirlingmaster @veryweirdintrovert @maggie-the-book-nerd @littlemissgiggless @worldllamailluminati @kianah-janae @5sosmusic1d @boomboomboomwayhoo @woahhitssam7 @american-teenage-idiot @kodieoirskott @no-no-no-n0 @whydontweslut @lost-in-wonderland-x @mendes-limelight008 @5sosismylife44 @noodleswdw @starshininginthedark @affricanprincess @avanunez13 @jxckbs

“babe, the movie’s starting!” you heard corbyn call out to you from the living room. you poured the bag of freshly popped popcorn into a bowl, shoving a few pieces into your mouth as you walked into the living room.

your boyfriend was sprawled on the couch, clad in a festive onesie that was matching to yours. (the matching onesies were his idea, he wanted to be #goals).

you set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, seeing corbyn motion for you to sit down next to him. you obliged, plopping down next to your boyfriend and setting your head on his chest. his arm went around your shoulders and pulled you close, yourself snuggling farther into his warm body.

the music to the opening scene of “home alone” began to play, causing a smile to spread on both of your faces. it was corbyn’s favorite christmas movie, and he made you guys watch it even when it wasn’t the holiday season.

corbyn leaned down slightly, grabbing the popcorn bowl and settling it in his lap, taking a handful of the snack and popping it into his mouth. his bright, blue eyes were transfixed onto the screen, his hand occasionally going back and grabbing more handfuls of popcorn.

it was beginning to grow dim outside, with the glow of christmas lights from the neighbor’s house shining through the windows. corbyn had turned off the living room lights prior to the movie starting, so the only light in the room was provided by a winter-scented candle that was lit on the side table, and the string of lights that was wrapped around the christmas tree.

the figure of kevin mcallister, aka young macaulay culkin, ran around the screen, creating mischief and fighting off the robbers on christmas eve.

“a lovely cheese pizza just for me,” corbyn quoted along with the movie, causing a light laugh to erupt from your mouth.

“speaking of pizza,” you commented smoothly. “we should order some, because i’m hungry and we ran out of popcorn,” you gestured to the now empty bowl, pouting up at your boyfriend for extra emphasis. it clearly won him over, since he reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

“mario’s?” he questioned, naming the both of yours’ favorite pizza place.

“of course,” you responded, watching as he dialed the number into his phone.

he quickly ordered a pizza, ordering half of the toppings you liked and half of his choice.

“thank you baby,” you smiled up at him once he ended the phone call with the pizza place. you leaned up and kissed him on the cheek out of your gratitude, and hunger.

“anything for you babe,” he replied, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. you smiled into the kiss, cuddling further into his embrace when a loud bang sounded from the movie, startling the both of you.

you and corbyn laughed, both rosy cheeked from the moment you had shared together. you readjusted yourself to the position you were in before, with your head on his chest.

the steady beat of his heart was prominent in your eardrums, and was oddly comforting in a way. his hands played with your strands of hair as the both of you watched the movie, still waiting for the pizza to arrive.

and as kevin mcallister pulled a “gun” on one of the robbers, you had finally heard the doorbell ring.

“i got it,” you told corbyn, and stood up to answer the door.

you greeted the pizza delivery guy and swiftly paid him, saying your thank you’s and going back to the living room.

corbyn’s eyes lit up at the sight of you holding the cardboard box of deliciousness, and motioned for you to give it to him.

“a lovely cheese pizza, just for me,” he spoke cheekily, quoting the movie yet again.

“it’s not even a cheese pizza, and you better share,” you said in a playful tone, plopping back onto the couch. he nodded, smiling as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

and as the aroma of pizza filled the room, and you and corbyn indulged yourself as the tv screen lit up your faces, and the face of kevin mcallister filled your screen.

[youngbloodseavey]

all i want for christmas is you // corbyn besson

day sixteen of 25 Days of Why Don’t We

I JUST REALIZED THIS NEVER POSTED BC MY QUEUE IS SUPPOSED TO POST ONLY ONE THING A DAY IM SO SORRY FUHFIHEWIOF

pairing: corbyn x reader

triggers: none

tag list: @jonahgarl @magicalmarais @duh-danii @thefangirlingmaster @veryweirdintrovert @maggie-the-book-nerd @littlemissgiggless @worldllamailluminati @kianah-janae @5sosmusic1d @boomboomboomwayhoo @woahhitssam7 @american-teenage-idiot @kodieoirskott @no-no-no-n0 @whydontweslut @lost-in-wonderland-x@mendes-limelight008 @5sosismylife44 @noodleswdw @starshininginthedark @affricanprincess @avanunez13 @jxckbs @thatssoherron @sunshineavery @hometowntjm

corbyn heaved the last box of christmas ornaments into the living room, while you connected your phone to the speaker. you put on a random christmas playlist you found, hearing  “last christmas” by wham! begin to play.

you hummed along to the song as you helped corbyn open up the boxes, revealing various ornaments from different occasions.

“and let us begin!” corbyn announced, picking up a random silver ornament and hanging it up on the gorgeous tree you guys had bought the day prior.

you and corbyn began to hang up the various ornaments, talking and laughing as you did so.

“remember this one?” corbyn held up an ornament in the shape of the eiffel tower, which he had gotten for you the last time you traveled to europe with the boys. he had taken you to a little cafe by the tower, and he had gotten it when you were in a gift shop. the experience was magical, to say the least.

“how could i forget it?” you responded, taking another ornament and carefully placing it on one of the branches. you reached down for another ornament and conveniently picked up a why don’t we ornament.

you had a lot of them for some reason, and a few were already littering the tree.

“why do we have so many of these corb?” you asked your boyfriend, holding up the ornament. he gasped in offense.

“why don’t we have more? they’re iconic,” he shrugged, snickering a bit at his own pun. he took the ronament from your hand and placed it near the top of the tree.

you laughed, shaking your head at him as you hung up another orb onto the tree. you hummed along to the music, dancing a little bit with the beat.

then, it came on.

the unmistakable melody of bells rang through the room, and you and corbyn made eye contact. you hung the ornament you were holding before pausing.

“i-i-i, don’t want a lot for christmas,” you and corbyn sung, before striking a dramatic pose on the beat. “there is just one thing i need,” another pose. “i don’t care about the presents,” pose. “underneath the christmas tree.”

“i just want you for my own,” you and corbyn sung loudly, getting into the performance quickly. “more than you could ever know,” corbyn was on his knees, clutching a pretend microphone at this point.

“make my wish come true,” corbyn did a practically perfect run, sending you into a round of giggles before the song went on.”all i want for christmas is, you,” and with that corbyn was back on his feet, and the two of you were practically bouncing around the room

the two of you were head-banging and jumping along to mariah carey’s voice, the both of you belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

“all i want for christmas is-” you and corbyn paused for a breath. “you!” corbyn had hit that high note, and while it wasn’t very pretty, he definitely hit it. he did a little run at the end, and you were left in tears because you were laughing so hard.

as the last few notes of the song played, you and corbyn made a pose, staying still until the music went silent.

the only thing that could be heard in the next moments were your and corbyn’s heavy breathing, due to all the singing and dancing you were doing.

you collapsed into a fit of laughter, corbyn following suit a moment later.

“that was amazing,” you choked out in between laughs, referring to corbyn’s mariah carey-esque high note.

“thank you very much,” corbyn said in a posh tone, bowing slightly.

“now that our performance is done, let’s finish our tree here,” you had calmed down from your laughing fit, and began to hang up the rest of the ornaments.

“ooo, wait!” corbyn interrupted you right as you were about to place the ornament and ran to the garage. he returned thirty seconds later with a large cardboard box, and he gently set it on the floor. “ta-da!” he yelled, opening the box and revealing what looked like at least a hundred why don’t we ornaments.

“corbyn!”

“what? we gotta represent the band!”