#corbyn besson imagine

[evermoresversion]

dating corbyn besson would include.

TW: Suggestive content.

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

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

He always wants to combine everything with you.

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

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

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

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

Loves you too much.

He dedicates songs to you.

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

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

He lets you dye his hair.

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

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

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

You are Daniel's best friend.

Him making jokes to you and you bothering about it.

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

Him being a great simp for you.

The boys teasing him about it.

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

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

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

With his antics you never get bored.

He always insists that both of you should sleep together.

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

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

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

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

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

He steals food from your plate.

He would adopt a puppy to be your son.

Night talks about what your future together would be like.

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

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

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

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

Lots of kisses on the forehead.

Quickies between rehearsals or sound check.

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

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

Beautiful edits of both on TikTok.

Your social media of both are full of your relationship.

Ashley, his sister, adores you.

And also all his family.

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

Ashley having a fanpage about your relationship with her brother.

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

Him acting like a little kid around you.

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

Make your requests.

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[upindreamland]

Do you know her? - Corbyn Besson

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

Summary: Pranking your boyfriend with the female version of himself

Warnings: none (let me know though)

AN: I hope you enjoy.

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[21burritoseavey]

little daniel imagine, with the '“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' prompt <3

a/n: thank you for the ask, anon! hope you enjoy!<3🌼pick a prompt:)

you get up a few minutes past seven o’clock, shuffling out of bed behind daniel, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. the sky, as the sun rose not too long ago, is still wearing its coat of muted pink and yellow, and natural light welcomes itself into your home in narrow streaks onto the floors and kitchen countertops. daniel is first to wake up, sleepily mumbling something about wanting to get to tour rehearsals early, and with the help of his convincing smile and guarantee of breakfast, you hop out of bed as well. 

it isn't unusual for the two of you to be grumpy in the morning, only sharing slight smiles and little morning kisses and a touch of conversation while you work through your routines to get ready for the day…at least until there is cooked food and warm drinks on the table. 

honestly, if it wasn't for the tempting promise of hot, home-cooked breakfast, which you gladly agreed for daniel to make, the pair of you would still be in bed, lured in under the warm sheets and blankets, fighting off the wintry morning chill. your slight grumpiness has progressed into an obvious agitation, furrowed brows and all, at the absence of your keys from their usual spot near the entryway. 

daniel’s cooking as you breeze around the house looking for them, showing half-hearted concern and asking simple questions that honestly tick you off even more. “are you sure you haven’t seen them?” you call, halfway across the living room as your eyes scan every possible fraction of space and object in sight. 

“yep, no idea” daniel dismisses, unknowingly receiving an annoyed huff in return, his voice muffled by the sound of the kitchen cabinets and drawers rolling open one by one only to be shut again as he tries to find the jar of coffee that would usually be sitting in one of the shelves. 

he puts breakfast on the table anyway, two two mini stacks of pancakes and berries for each of you, and although daniel is proud of his culinary work at such an early hour, his limbs still tired and eyes still groggy, you aren’t so pleased at the absence of your necessary cup of coffee. the edge of your voice is ever so obvious as you pace around the house, looking for other things you’d somehow misplaced from your shoes to your lip balm back to your keys, murmuring out a “thank you,” followed by a “where’s my coffee?” as you glance at the food in front of you.

“where’s the new coffee mix?” he counters. 

“i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?”

the two of you attempt a staring contest, a battle of who can hold their frowning expressions the longest without faltering, before you just decide to search together. daniel loses, sighing in frustration before he moves to check around the kitchen one more time, “i TOLD you i don’t know where—”' his words are cut off, eyes rolling at the sight of your keys in the cutlery drawer. “how did they even get in here?” he questions, keys hanging off his finger in the air. 

an easy smile graces your lips, as if a frown had never been there, and the morning grumpiness melts away as you cheekily pluck the keys from his hand before plopping down at your seat to eat….”the coffee’s in the pantry, first shelf on the right” you say through a mouthful of food.

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[majesticmarais]

anyone still here that reads wdw fics??? tempted to write one👀

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[wqterlillypdfs]

the lotus inn (d.s)

pairing: daniel seavey x gn!reader summary: sneaking out with your best friend on the sunday night two days before your exam might have actually been the break you needed, but you would've never realised how special that night would've ended up becoming. inspired by: 'hotel' by claire rosinkranz and 'lotus inn' by why don't we. word count: 1.7k trigger warnings: trespassing on private property, sneaking out, exam stress, reckless behaviour in general. some swearing too i think a/n: i stumbled upon the beginnings of this while cleaning out my drafts and i really wanted to finish it so.... also i haven't written something in ages so pleasee go easy on me! (i also apologise for how short this is)

This was not how you wanted to spend your weekend. The dim, barely plausible light emitting from your lamp desk was the only source of illumination throughout the whole house and was barely enough to unjumble the mess of words printed on your textbook pages. Running another hand through your hair, you let out a frustrated groan. Nothing was sticking in your mind and the constant ping and glow of your phone screen wasn't benefiting you in the slightest.

With a heavy sigh, you finally gave in, reaching for your phone to check the onslaught of incoming messages that had been distracting you all night. You found yourself staring at more than enough texts from all your friends, each one questioning your whereabouts.

You swiped right on the top notification on your phone, opening a thread of messages from your best friend, Daniel. All while choosing to ignore the little flutter your heart gave you.

11:02 pm Hey, are we still meeting at my place or do you want me to drive you? Are you still coming? ??? Hello?

“Shit,” you mumble to yourself. It was a Sunday night and you had promised him and a few other friends the week before that you'd go out with them again, only problem was that you weren't exactly allowed to. With the massive exam that was coming up in just two days, your parents had forced you to take time away from your reckless activities and focus on getting a passing grade. Which of course, you knew was the right thing to do and so far you had been sticking to the newly enforced rule pretty well; but now, at almost 10 minutes to midnight with your sanity tipping over the edge, you were almost craving to feel any ounce of fun or adrenaline that you had been so deprived of. So, without letting yourself think twice about it, you typed in a quick “meet me at my place” before hitting send and pressing your phone to the wooden desk softly to avoid making any loud noise.

Gnawing lightly on your lip, you stared at the black screen expectantly and when it lit up with it’s bright white glow you snatched it up without haste and swiped open the message, “be there in 10 :))”

Your belly did somersaults, both from the rush of adrenaline you got from sneaking out and from meeting up with Daniel. 

As you carefully moved around your bedroom, pulling on a jacket and a pair of shoes, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to the thought of him. Although you’d never admit it to anyone that asked, you found yourself falling for the blonde. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, everything had you falling - helplessly, hopelessly.

Stuffing your phone in your denim pocket, you slid your bedroom window up, the cold gust of night air engulfing you, as if welcoming you back to this familiar practice. You swung your feet out the window, your old converse hitting the roof of the bottom floor of your house. The slanting roof made for a difficult surface to steady yourself on, but you had done this enough times before that you quickly regained your sloppy balance. You lowered your body closer to the cold roof tiles, before sliding down it, carefully maneuvering yourself until your feet landed in the garden beds. 

Letting out a sigh of relief you walk towards the footpath, the smile consuming yourself at the successful escape only grew at the sight of Daniel’s car slowing as it neared the corner of your street. The two of you had planned enough of the Sunday night sneak-outs that he knew well enough that driving right to the front of your house was a bad idea.

Your walk turned into a jog that broke into a run as you approached his car, butterflies swarming your chest as you opened the passenger door and relaxed into the familiar seats. 

“Shit, that looked like you were escaping from a prison,” Daniel joked, an amused smile playing on his lips and you had to remind yourself not to stare.

“Sure felt like it,” you answer, letting out a pleased exhale, both excited and relieved to finally get away from all the stress and worries that have been clouding your mind.

“Ready to get outta here?”

“Never could be more.”

As you watch your little house on the end of the cul-de-sac disappear from view you feel a sense of almost relief.

Guess old habits die hard.

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The car ride is a far from silent drive, the two of you playing your favourite songs as loud as possible, windows rolled down as you drove down the  highway. The moon glistening over the crashing waves made for ethereal scenery to this forever memory.

His fingers drum to the beat of the music on the steering wheel, you nodding your head as your eyes trace the outlines of the waves. Swiveling your neck so you're facing him you ask, “you still haven't told me where we’re going.”

Daniel smirks, eyes still on the road as he exits off the highway. “It’s a secret.”

You exhale loudly in dismay, “come on Dani, please.”

“We’re almost there, goof,” he chuckles as he turns the car down another street, “just be patient.”

You grin at the nickname - the one he only has for you - trying your best to hide it as you roll your eyes at him.

It takes less than 20 minutes before Daniel slows the car to a stop. You look out the window, surveying your dodgy surroundings. There’s not much besides an iron gate and some European-style stone walls. The rest of the vicinity was tree and bush besides the road in front of you that carried on for a little ways more.

Daniel lets himself out of the car, before walking around to your side and opening your door for you.

“Daniel, are you kidnapping me,” you joke as you step out of the vehicle, analysing the iron gate closer, the red sign on it reads ‘Staff Access Only’ in bright white letters.

He laughs again, and your heart does a stupid little jump at the sound. “No, actually,” He says, passing you a torch, “now be quiet and follow me.”

Flicking your torch on, you follow the blonde as he jumps the fence, before navigating what seems to be the backyard of a small hotel house. The house itself reminds you of a beach house, and the backyard has a small pool and garden area.

Finding random old hotels to sneak into actually wasn’t out of the ordinary for your small group of friends, it might’ve been a reckless and dangerous activity but it’s not like you have ever been caught. Anyways, what’s life without a little adrenaline?

As you approach the hotel-beach-house you can hear the muted laughter of your friends and the faint sound of music. The light pouring out of the tall glass windows shines and shimmers over the pool's surface. Daniel takes your hand softly in his, your fingers weaving together before he pulls you into the house behind him. The two of you navigate the small crowd of your friends together, saying the occasional hi and hello to familiar faces. 

The both of you find yourself in the middle of the room, Daniel swaying you playfully to the music as he takes both your hands, and before you’re aware of it, half the night has escaped you. The both of you are dancing and singing to whatever songs your friends are playing over their small bluetooth speakers for what feels like hours. Your feet ache and you're drunk on the night air. You’re laughing and smiling like an idiot, all caught up in the feeling of him, his presence, the way he makes it feel like only the both of you exist in this moment.

You can’t help but get lost in the little details of him. His blonde hair all messy from the dancing, the way the lights shine off the surface of his face, his stupidly cute smile as he sang along to the lyrics of the song, and you loved the way he looked like that. It’s a smile that reminds you how much you feel for him, how deep your love runs. 

And you hate that he doesn’t know, and you hate that he won’t know because you’re too scared of the outcome not being what you expect. For him to say no or step out of your life completely.

But then he grabs your hand, pulling you in and twirling you around, he’s saying stuff, his mouth running excitedly but none of it processes in your mind. You’re too caught up with the drumming of your heart, the feeling clouding all your senses, ears too loud, mind too foggy. But then he looks at you with that smile, the one that lights up the room and puts sparkles in his eyes, it’s so wide that he’s squinting and he’s looking at you. 

Not anyone else, it’s you that brings out that smile.

You feel light at the realisation, like you're floating on a cloud. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that tonight feels so dreamy and magical, but you don’t want to waste the moment. You don’t want to hate yourself for the rest of your life because you didn’t take the chance to kiss Daniel Seavey.

So you wish your secrets farewell.

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level before pressing your lips to his. The millisecond of fear and regret is immediately overcome by warmth when he grabs your waist, easing into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer.

It feels electric, which you find cliche and stupid but it does. Like every fibre of your being is on fire, like fireworks are exploding over your skin. You hope to God that he feels this way too.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling, grinning so wide it’s contagious. He’s easily the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he confesses. His hand is still on your waist.

You’re absolutely lost for words. Still running high on the ecstasy from the kiss and now his confession makes your knees buckle and mind fog over.

But he doesn’t seem to mind. He reels you in, kissing you again, it’s soft and sweet and you're drunk on the taste of him. You feel his smile against your lips, in turn making you do the same. You don't ever want this night to end. It feels good, it feels right. It feels like home.

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[multifandomworldsposts]

The Kidnapper PT. 1

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

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader 

Charaters: 

Austin Butler as Joseph Anderson (30 y/o)

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

Corbyn Besson as Markson Jackson (17 y/o)

Rudy Pankow as Michael Hart (19 y/o)

Olivia DeJonge as Ally Russel (17 y/o)

Tanner Buchanan as Christopher Jenkins (19 y/o)

Kevin Quinn as James Raven (18 y/o)

Jason Momoa as Jefferson Hart (47 y/o)

Kate Hudson as Melissa Hart (45 y/o)

Warning: Swearing & Child Abduction.

May 10th 2019 08:30 am

Madison’s POV

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

SKY HIGH SCHOOL 10:30 AM

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

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

60 NUMBERS LATER

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

TO BE CONTINUED….

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[sturnioloshacker]

my little toy - a corbyn besson short smut

a/n: due to corbyn matthew besson fucking with my emotions in the hdyls mv, here's a lil something

warnings: dirty talking, orgasm denial

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"my little fucking cum toy. you fucking love how my dick fills you up so fucking good and deep, how i pound you for hours and hours and pleasure you until you're shaking" he laughed cruely as i squirmed underneath him

"oh i haven't forgotten about last night, how i had you whimpering and screaming my name, desperate for my cock to be inside you, filling you up so fucking good". all i could do was just moan as my nails buried themselves deeper into his shoulder blades

the way his biceps bulged from holding himself up got me whining like a little bitch. the way his cock kissed my cervix had me crying in pleasure. fuck he knows how to make me feel so fucking amazing

"c-corb-fuck! corbyn please!"

"what was that? i don't think i heard correctly"

"daddy! fuck me harder! please! just do something! i'm so close!" i cry out.

"you're such a greedy little whore, just begging for me to let you cum. you do know that you could've just asked me to fuck you instead of acting like a brat"

i feel the knot in my stomach tightening with every passing second. i can feel my orgasm getting so close, it's right there. i knew that acting like a brat would get him riled up but this is just next level.

"i'm sorry daddy but i needed you to pay attention to me! i needed you so bad!" i whine

corbyn let out a low chuckle as he quickened his thrusts. my moans get higher and just as i'm about to release, he pulls out.

"sorry princess, but only good girls get to cum" he says and kisses my lips

corbyn hops off the bed, pulls up his underwear and pants and exits the room, leaving me dumbfounded and in disbelief. did i just get denied an orgasm? yes i did. should i be a good girl next time? most definitely!

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[jonah-aesthetic]

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

Anyone want to give a girls some inspiration?

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[imdreamingofaplaceicallhome]

Weekend

Type: One shout about Corbyn Rating: Rated R for some Sexual content Trigger: attack, murder Word Count: 3500+ Enjoy!

It was finally the weekend of Coachella and it was her first time. She could wait to get to California and enjoy her weekend. Liberty and her best friend Meghan were off to the airport. They got there a few hours before their flight. Being from New York City they didn't know what to expect from California.

"You have our hotel's name?" Meghan asked. "Yes I do," Liberty said as she sat down. "Can't believe we are doing this," she smiled. "I know right, we have talked about it so much," Meghan said. "About damn time we do it," she said. "True" Liberty smiled to herself.

They finally got onto their flight and they were off to California. They landed 8 short hours later and went straight to their hotel. They took a short nap before getting ready for the night. Coachella wasn't until tomorrow so they had the night to explore the city.

"Are you looking to pick up someone?" Meghan asked. "Maybe," Liberty said as she looked at herself in the mirror. "You look damn good, any man would be silly not to look at you," Meghan said. "Thank you," Liberty said. "Let's see what we can get into tonight," she said. "Let's shake up this town," Meghan said as she linked arms with Liberty.

They left their hotel and walked around, finding a bar to go to. They finally got access to the bar and went inside, sitting down at the bar.

"Hey ladies, what can I get started for you?" the bartender asked. "I'll take a dirty martini," Liberty said. "And I'll take a cosmo," Meghan said. "It will be right up" the bartender nodded and went to start the drinks. "I'll pay for them," another guy said. "Oh thank you," Liberty said. "No problem, you two are new in town?" the guy asked. "Something like that," Meghan said. "New to California?" the guy asked. "Yes for sure, so much bigger than New York" Liberty nodded as the bartender handed her the drink. "New York? Fancy" the guy said. "I'm Liberty by the way," she said as she introduced herself. "I'm Corbyn" he smiled as he looked at her. "And I'm Meghan but I don't think I'm the one you're interested in so I'll disappear," Meghan said as she got up. "Meghan" Liberty said as she tried to stop her. "It's ok, really enjoy yourself," Meghan said. "I didn't mean to be rude," Corbyn said. "Don't worry she's very outspoken," Liberty nodded. "Ok so what brought you guys to California?" he asked. "Coachella," she said. "Oh yea I got tickets for that this weekend," he said. "Maybe we could hang out" she looked at him. "That would be interesting" he smiled. "Yea it would be" she nodded.

They mainly talked for the rest of the night. Around 3 am Liberty decided to go find Meghan so they could go back to their hotel. She found Meghan and they left, heading back to their hotel. They passed out the moment they lay in bed. In the morning they ordered room service as they started to get ready for the first day.

"Are you meeting Corbyn there?" Meghan asked. "If we run into it then yea but I'm not looking for him," Liberty said. "Ok" Meghan nodded as she continued to straighten her hair. "I want this weekend to be fun for us both, '' Liberty said as she finished up with her makeup. "It will be but if you meet someone, don't hold back because of me," Meghan said. "I won't," Liberty said. "Good," Meghan said.

Liberty finished her outfit as well as her makeup. Looking at herself in the mirror as she put on her angel wings. They left their hotel room and caught an uber to get to the venue. They got right in because they came early enough that there wasn't a line. There were still some artists already doing their sets.

"So food first?" Liberty asked. "Of course, the main reason for coming" Meghan jokes. "Come on," Liberty said as she linked arms with Meghan.

Liberty got herself some pizza and a drink as Meghan got her a few snacks. They found a place to lay their blanket down and listen to music as they ate. Corbyn snuck up on Liberty and placed his hands over her eyes.

"Guess who" he whispered in her ear. "Well I only know two people here so is it Corbyn?" she said, "Yes," he smiled as he sat next to her. "You came early," she said. "Love the food," he said as he also had pizza and a drink. "Exactly the food is why we come," Meghan said. "True," he said. "Here I am thinking it's about the music," Liberty said. "It's ok" he looked at her. "Music is good too," he said.

Liberty and Corbyn started talking again while they ate. Meghan slipped away to do her own thing. Once they finished eating they started going through different stages. Corbyn grabbed her hand and twirled her to the music. They came back together and she placed her arms around his neck. He placed his hands against her hips as they moved to the music. He dipped her in his arms, pulling her back up. She looked at him before leaning in and kissing him softly. He smiled against her lips before kissing her back. She gripped his shirt to keep him close as she kept the kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue as she allowed him to. She gently tugged at his bottom lip before pulling away. She rested her forehead against his as they continued to move to the music. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to another stage.

"I could get used to California," she said. "And I could get used to this," he said before pulling her close and kissing her again. "I can too" she smiled against his lips.

They started having drinks and enjoying their time together. They sat on a blanket taking a break from dancing to watch the sun setting. She could honestly get used to California but New York would always be her home. She leaned back in his arms as they watched the sun. She played with his hands as he held her close to his chest.

'Is it always like this?" she asked. "What the sunset?" he asked. "Yes," she said. "For the most part," he kissed her cheek. "It's so beautiful and magical," she said. "Yea it is when you are with someone you want to share it with," he said. "Yea," she said as she looked at him. "Do you feel it too?" he asked. "What?" she responded. "Like we were meant to meet this weekend," he said. "Yes I do," she nodded. "Like ours, souls are perfect," she said. "Yea," he said as he held her. "Come on, there is this one artist I want to see," she said as she got up, reaching for his hand. "Sure" he smiled as he grabbed her hand.

They went over to the stage, it was an unknown artist but Liberty loved them. It was a slower set, swinging music really but with the sun setting, it was the perfect scene. He stood behind her placing his arms around her hips. Resting his head against her shoulder as they moved to the music. They stayed a few more hours before he took her back to his beach house. She sat up on the counter as he grabbed some water bottles. He moved between her legs, resting his hands on her thighs. She opened the bottle and took a few sips before handing it to him. He also took a few sips before placing it on the counter. He leaned in and kissed her softly, pulling on her bottom lip. She placed her hand on his cheeks as she kissed him back. The kiss started innocently but then started to heat up. He moved his lips from hers to her neck. Gently sucking on her neck, biting slightly to leave a mark. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she leaned her head back. She allowed the moans to escape from her lips as she moved down to her collarbone. She wrapped her legs around him as he picked her up. He took her upstairs to his room, laying her on the bed. He moved over top of her, slipping his hands up her sides. He pushed up her shirt, quickly removing it and tossing it onto the floor. She also grabbed his shirt and removed it. She ran her down his chest as he leaned in kissing her softly. Instead of stopping at second base that night, he hit a home run and she loved every second of it. She woke up in the morning laying against his chest.

"Shit what time is it?" she asked as she sat up, looking for her phone. "Uh?" he said as he rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?" she asked. "Nearly 7 am," he said as he laid back down. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Where is Meghan? I just abandoned her yesterday" she sighed as she ran her hand through her hair. "She walked away from us," he said. "She's my best friend and this weekend was supposed to be for us," she said. "And it is for you two," he said as he rubbed her back. "I'm sure she's fine and doesn't mind," he said. "Well she did say don't let her stop me from meeting someone," she said as she turned to look at him. "See, it's ok," he said as he pulled her back down. "I guess so," she said as she laid her head down on his chest. Tracing patterns on his stomach as they both started to drift off.

They slept for a few more hours before Liberty's phone started to ring. She woke up and answered and it was Meghan calling to check-in. Liberty got dressed and left the beach house, making her way back to the hotel.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she walked in the door, but soon realized Meghan wasn't alone. "oh," she said. "It's ok really," Meghan said. "Ok," Liberty said as she made her way into the bathroom. "I'm going to shower then we can get ready for today," she said. "Sounds good," Meghan said.

She took a quick shower but within that time the guy left. Meghan and Liberty started getting ready for day two of Coachella. Of course, Liberty filled Meghan in on everything. Having some girl talk and catching up before leaving the hotel. They were there for a few hours before Corbyn caught up with them.

"Hey, you," Liberty said as he walked up to them. 'Hey," he said as he hugged her. "Sleep well?" she asked. "Yea until I woke up alone," he said as he kept his arm around her shoulders. "Well I had to go back to the hotel to get ready of course," she said as she held his hand. "True," he said as he leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. "You two are cute," Meghan said. "Thanks," he said. "It's only for the weekend," Liberty said. "True," Meghan said.

Those words didn't sit right with Corbyn. He didn't think it was just a weekend thing, he wanted more. He wasn't sure that Liberty wanted that and what would happen when Coachella was over with. Did that mean they would be over with? He had so many questions but didn't know how to start that conversation. They enjoyed their day at the festival but he kept his distance as much as possible.

"Do you want a snow cone?" She asked. "We could share one," she said. "Yea sure," he said. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Yea great" he nodded. "Ok," she said as she went to get a snowcone. "So do you want to sit down and take it easy?" she said as she returned. "Sure," he said as he found a spot for them to sit down. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing is wrong," he said as he looked out towards the sunset. "You've been quiet and I don't know," she said as she started to eat the snowcone. "Can I ask a question?" he asked. "Sure" she nodded as she looked at him. "Did you mean what you said early?" he asked. "What did I say? she asked. "That this is just a weekend thing," he said. "Well I am here only for the weekend so I don't know if it would work," she said. "What if we both want it to work?" he asked. "Then it would work but I didn't want to get serious," she said. "I'm having fun and we can see where it goes from there," she said. "Ok," he nodded. "I'm not trying to make this awkward or like you don't matter to me because you do" she grabbed his hand. "I just wanted to know," he said. "We are having fun, so let's not label it or put pressure on it," she said. "Yes you are right" he nodded as he took a bite from the snowcone. "Good" she smiled as she watched him.

They finished their snowcone and went back towards the music. They enjoyed the rest of the night and she ended up back at his beach house. He drifted off to sleep first and she was up with her thoughts. She started to wonder if this could work between them. Could she move to California or could he move to New York? Was this weekend going to turn into something serious? Would she even want a serious relationship right now? She could barely stay afloat in New York so how could she balance another thing? There were so many questions that now she couldn't answer. She knew she enjoyed their moments together and was having fun with him. She looked at him, brushing her hand through his hair. She got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. She found tea so she made herself a cup of tea. She went outside to sit on the deck. It was right between night and when the sun would start rising. She took a few sips from the cup as she looked out towards the ocean.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked as he walked outside. "Love catching the sunrise as well," she said. "Not as pretty as a sunset but amazing in its way," he said as he sat down. "Yea it is" she nodded before taking a few more sips of tea. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yes, I just couldn't sleep" she looked at him. "Is there something bothering you?" he asked. "Not really, I don't think I'm going to Coachella today," she said. "Ok," he nodded. "We can just have a chill day here or I can show you around town," he said. "Can we just chill for today?" she asked. "It's been a busy weekend," she said. "Yes I understand," he said.

She nodded as she looked back out towards the sunrise. They both sat there in silence just enjoying the moment together. She called Meghan later that morning when she knew that Meghan would be awake. They both wanted to relax so Meghan was ok with her staying at Corbyn's. Corbyn and Liberty spent most of the day cuddled on the couch watching movies.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked. "What do you have?" she asked. "I have no clue honestly, I mainly get takeout," he said. "Such LA" She laughed. "Well I'm guilty of that as well," she said. "Uh huh joke about me but it makes you guilty as well," he said. "Truly what do you have?" she asked. "What do you want to order?" he asked. "Chinese," she said. "Do you guys have good Chinese here?" she asked. "Oh hush it New York" he rolled his eyes as he went into the kitchen. "You hush it LA" she followed him into the kitchen. "What are you going to do about it?" he asked. "This," she said as she grabbed his cheek and kissed him softly. "I like that," he smiled. "And then this," she said as she sprayed him with the sink hose. "OH are you serious," he said as he tried to grab it from him. "Oh totally" she laughed as he turned the water onto her. "HEY," she screamed.

They started fighting over the water hose, spraying water all over both of them. He finally reached over her and turned off the water. She grabbed him as her feet started sliding on the water. He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her stable but then his feet started slipping. He tried to keep them both up but ended up falling, bringing her down with him. She landed on top of him and they both started to laugh.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "I should be asking you since you broke my fall" she smiled as she sat down. "I'm ok, I don't mind" he smiled as he sat up. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yea" he looked at her. "What?" she asked as she looked at him. "Nothing," he said. "We should clean this mess up," he said. "Yea probably," she said as she got up off the floor. "Totally," he said as he also got up off the floor.

They cleaned up the water making sure all of it was up. She realized all of her clothes were at the hotel. He went upstairs and grabbed her something of his so she wouldn't have to stay in wet clothes. She grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom to change. She came back into the kitchen to help finish up. By the time they finished the food had arrived. They sat on the couch eating their food and watching a movie. Once they finished eating he cleaned up the mess. Liberty decided to head back to the hotel to get changed. They agreed to meet at the park later that night.

"You are soaking wet," Meghan said. "Water fight," Liberty said as she smiled to herself. "Someone is happy," Meghan said. "It's been a fun weekend," she said. "I'm going to grab a hot shower," she said. "Go ahead," Meghan said.

Liberty grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her as she turned on the shower. While she was in the shower she heard someone else outside. She heard Meghan yelling and screaming, a lot of tossing things around. She got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her as she peeked out the door. She saw a guy fighting with Megah, she quickly closed the door and got dressed. Before she knew it the guy was in the bathroom with her. She tried to fight him off but she pushed her against the wall. Her head hit the wall knocking her out. When she finally came to, she placed her hand on her head. When she pulled it back there was blood. She stood up shakily, trying to get her footing as the room was spinning. She made her way out of the bathroom. She couldn't believe the scene she saw in front of her, there was blood everywhere. Meghan was laid out on the bed, with a pool of blood near her head.

"Meghan?" Liberty said as she made her way to the bed. "Wake up," she said as she shook Meghan. "Come on," she said.

She slowly started to realize that Meghan was dead. The tears started to build up in her eyes as she looked around the room. She couldn't piece together what happened or even why it happened. When she opened the hotel door there were police about to knock on the door. She collapsed in the arms of an officer. The next time she woke up was in the hospital, the lights were bright and her head was pounding.

"Tell me I'm dreaming," She said. "No, unfortunately not," the nurse said. "I'm sorry," the nurse said. "It's all a blur," Liberty said. "I bet you suffered a major head injury," the nurse said. "That's why my head is pounding," she said. "Pretty much," the nurse said. "I'll talk to the doctor and see if I can get you anything to help," the nurse said.

Meanwhile, Corbyn was texting her and trying to get through. He went to the hotel trying to figure out what was going on. That's when he was alerted to what happened and that Liberty was in the hospital. He rushed down to the hospital, rushing to the front desk. He found out her room number and ran down the hallway. By the time he arrived at her room, Liberty was gone. The nurse also came in and was shocked that Liberty was gone.

"She was just here," the nurse said. "She couldn't have gone far", Corbyn said as he looked around.

They searched the hospital but it was like she disappeared. There was a police search and the hospital went on lockdown. There was no trace of her, it was as if she never even existed.

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Part 2 of: In My Arms - Zach Herron

Zach Herron x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) last part of part 1

Summary: Your husband is back after being gone for a while. (angst to fluff)

AN: I couldnt keep it angsty the whole time lol. I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Go read the first part if you want. Angsty at the beginning but turns fluff. Come talk to me once you're done.

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(This takes place after Zach gets back from the writing session and the kids are asleep)

Y/N’s POV

There’s an amazing amount of tension in a room that just has two people in it. It’s just me and Zach in the kitchen. The kids have been put to bed hours ago.

I’m sitting on top of the kitchen island, while Zach stands at the entrance of the kitchen. Not knowing what to do, I picked up the glass I was drinking water out of. While I walk over to the dishwasher, I can feel his eyes on me. I just continued with what I was doing. Focusing on my hands and tuning him out. Trying anything to forget that Zach is right there.

Zach got back from the writing session just a couple of hours ago. He spent the time with the kids while I stayed off to the side. I didn’t want to start anything in front of them. They don’t need to experience that. Now that they’re asleep, I don’t have to pretend that everything’s alright.

“Hello? Are you even going to talk to me?” my husband’s voice resounds all around the kitchen as he walks closer to me.

Quickly walking out of the kitchen, I hear Zach slam his hand on the countertop before following after me into the living room.

“Babe, what is going on with you?” he asks. Just by the way he said that, I can tell that he’s becoming increasingly worried.

Sitting down on the couch (that I spent most of the nights crying and sleeping on. I couldn’t sleep on our bed because it brought back so many memories. But, he doesn’t need to know that) I fold my arms and look at anything but him. That is enough for him to know that something is seriously wrong.

“Oh, the silent treatment. Really?” he scoffed while shaking his head.

“Real fucking mature Y/N.” he said sarcastically.

That’s what caught my attention. Quickly standing up and making eye contact with him I can’t help but say,

“Says you, the one who was out partying at a club and chea-“ I cut myself off before I finish the sentence. If I say it out loud, I’m afraid that it might come true. That would be horrible for me and the kids. I know what it’s like to grow up with divorced parents. It's literal shit. I do not want my kids to experience that.

“No, go ahead and say it Y/N. Say it to my face” he responds with malice in his voice.

When I open my mouth to speak, the words get stuck in the back of my throat.

“If you’re going to accuse me of cheating on you at least have the decency to say it to my face” he yells angrily, taking a step towards me.

Shaking my head no, I look down so he won’t be able to see the tears forming in my eyes.

“No what Y/N? You need to talk to me,” the way the tone of his voice changed surprised me. I was expecting him to still yell at me and have that angry look in his eyes. However, when I looked up I saw the worried and caring eyes I fell in love with all those years ago.

Zach walked closer and pulled me into his arms.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you babe. I’m just tired and haven’t been feeling the best without my amazing family by my side. I know that’s not an excuse, but I really need you to talk to me. What’s going on?”

Sniffling I look up at him and I can’t help but to let it all out,

“That night when I called you there was a woman in the background. She asked if you were ready. You hung up right away and said that you didn’t want me to hear her and that was what started it all. I tried telling myself that I was being irrational but then…”

“Y/N, honey…” Zach says

“No, let me finish, please,” he nods, “then I remembered that you didn’t call or answer our calls for five days before that. That put a big toll on me and on our kids. It just hurt so much,” I take a deep breath before continuing. “Then to top it all off, you call me from a club and criticize my parenting,” my voice becomes bitter “when you know how hard I try especially when you’re not here.

“You want to know what really made it worse, I hear that woman’s voice again. I don’t get to see my husband for who knows how long and then, having to hear this woman’s voice every time I call. You weren’t here and I didn’t have anyone's support. That’s why I’ve been…” I get cut off by my own sob.

“…why you have been sleeping on the couch and crying most nights,” Zach finishes for me.

Shock passes my face. I stumble out, “how did you know?”

He can’t help the smile appear on his face, “your incredible kids did. Riley and Sophia told me they saw you crying on the couch one day. And that you never went up to bed and they always heard crying noises,” the smile disappears, “Okay I’m going to explain now but it might be long so be ready,” he finishes.

“You don’t hav-” I start but get cut off.

“Oh no missy don’t even start. I know you want an explanation and you deserve to hear from me.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“I know that you think I was cheating but it was nothing like that. The woman you heard was a realtor. I was looking for a house to buy since I know you wanted a place to travel to during the summer and winter time and that you love that part of the country. I was so busy that when I was done it was already so late that I didn’t want to call. That’s why I didn’t call for those five days. Then when you called, we were just getting ready to go look at a house that I had a good feeling about. She asked if I was ready to leave and I responded how I did because I didn’t want you to hear her because I was afraid she was going to spoil the surprise. I hung up quickly just in case. I’m sorry for that. About what I said in the club, I was drunk and I was just taking my insecurities out on you. I know you’re an amazing mom and those kids wouldn’t be who they are without you. There’s a reason why I put four children in you,” he gives me a cheeky smile.

“I just so happened to run into her at the club with her girlfriend. She said that I had to figure out what I wanted before I left in regards to the houses we saw. I know it must have sounded wrong but it meant nothing. I’m sorry if you felt like I was lying and I’m sorry if it felt like I broke my promises. I know what you were probably thinking at night all alone Y/N. So I’m telling you this right now and I mean it truthfully, you will always be safe in my arms Y/N. Nothing, not even a fucking house can tear us apart.”

I smiled at him, thankful for his explanation. I knew I made the right decision in saying yes when he proposed. All of my worries seemed to disappear. We were going through a hard time in our relationship, but the important things stayed the same. He is an amazing husband and father just as I am an amazing wife and mother. Relationships are never easy but when they get hard, it’s up to the two people in love to make up for it and I think Zach and I did an amazing job. “I understand Zach, I'm so sorry for how I reacted.”

“It’s alright babe. Come on let’s go cuddle upstairs in our bed together, before the kiddos wake up.

And that’s exactly what we did. In each other's arms.

(And yes Zach got me the most amazing vacation house ever. I can’t wait to check it out.)

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AN: Ahhhh okay here it is. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think down below. Love you all and have a great rest of your day!

- Kara (upindreamland)

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[21burritoseavey]

first sleepover (j.m.)

a/n: hey! i apologise for not posting in ages but i really hope you enjoy this imagine, especially the lovely anon that requested it (and has been waiting very very very patiently<3) 

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

under the starry glow of the ceiling projector, you watch the credits of Me Before You roll on the brightly-lit screen of jonah’s laptop, the small names reflecting in your eyes as they make their journey over each person in the cast and crew. your soft sniffles go unnoticed by the boy beside you, whose body went limp with sleep at what seemed to be the half-way mark, his head nestled into your chest, unruly brunette strands tickling your skin as you scratched his scalp tenderly. you considered pausing the movie to let him sleep, not only in your arms but also in the unusual quietness that cradled the neighbourhood. yet, between the snug sensation of his weight upon your chest and his muffled snores whispering through his bedroom, you weren’t too worried about the noise possibly waking jonah up. plus, there was no chance you were willingly going to deprive yourself of lou and will’s beautiful yet bittersweet love story; their romance was too compelling to stop watching.

although now, you press your lips to his forehead for a final kiss before peeling off the blankets and easing out of bed, bringing the empty popcorn bowl and empty box of tissues with you to the kitchen. the transition from his room, rendered with a vivid blue to the scarce lighting in the rest of the apartment catches you off guard, causing you to nearly stumble over the cat padding silently across the hallway. “hey there, little guy” you breathe out. wesley’s dark fur tickles your ankles as you crouch down to greet him with a quick scratch under his chin before he slinks off into jonah’s room through the small crack in the door.  

you set the empty bowl in the sink, throw the empty box in the recycling and take a cup from the drying rack, placing it under the running faucet to chug a glass of water before shuffling around the kitchen quietly to look for a snack. you begin scanning the cluttered cabinets for something to eat. usually, jonah’s home would be brimming with all the food and snacks one could wish for but tonight seems to be an exception. after a while of searching to no avail, you find yourself reaching for the handles of the cabinets that store his cutlery and dishes, hoping to find a stray packet of chips or candy, but you end up finding something way more interesting than a mere packet of sweets. the sight of an almost full gift bag with pastel dyed tissue paper peeking out of the top tugs up the corners of your lips, and in remembering the significance of this particular saturday night, you can’t help but succumb to the giddy feelings that creep over you, warming your skin from head to toe. 

you don’t want to make this occasion a big deal, to put too much weight on something many couples simply consider the norm. however, to say you aren’t excited about sleeping over at his apartment for the first time would be an understatement. you carefully pull out the gift bag from its place hidden behind the plates in the cupboard, hastily glancing around the place as if you don’t want to be caught red handed sneaking a glimpse at what is inside. 

wesley, seemingly unbothered by your disappearance into the kitchen, had occupied your spot in bed next to jonah and curled into his chest. soon enough, jonah is awoken by the movements of his cat, spreading his consciousness further as he rubs his eyes. he leans forward, a sleepy groan slipping past his lips as he props his elbows on the mattress to find you disguised in the neon blue light of his room, but his eyes only meet the beams of a distant street-lamp, its light bleeding through the blinds and the colourful, swirling ribbons of his laptop’s screensaver. 

“y/n,” he calls your name weakly, confused as to why you’re not cuddled beside him. though it isn’t long until he guesses that you’re in the kitchen, proven by the distant sounds of the cabinet doors and drawers closing and the crinkling of food wrappers. the sounds prompt the memory of the gifts he’d bought earlier in the week, and the question of whether his hiding spot for the said gifts was good enough anchors a sense of nervousness in his mind. but it isn’t until he sees a glimmer of the pastel coloured gift bag from around the corner through the small opening of his door that he feels a panicked lump form in his throat. 

he jumps up out of bed, almost bumping into you as you walk in gleefully with the gift bag dangling from your forearm. “y/n,” he sighs. his raspy voice is drenched in disappointment, but you notice it in his face first as you halt your attempt to sneak through the doorway into his ensuite. it’s written in his features from his creased eyebrows to the gentle frown playing at his lips and you feel the awful sensation of guilt hollowing a pit in your stomach for ruining what seems to be his planned surprise. 

“i was only going to eat a little,” you mumble, looking up at him bashfully, referring to the handful of sweets you had secretly eaten. 

“‘a  little’, huh?” he chuckles, bringing your hand up to challenge your obvious lie with the sight of a fistful of candy wrappers clutched slyly in your grasp.

“yep,” you move your hand back to your side, attempting to change the subject. “you are the sweetest though, you know that? getting me all this,” you’re hoping the wide grin on your face withers away his disappointment and you glance down at the gift bag, gaze scrolling over the several, small gifts he had bought you, from the plentiful snacks and candy to the new skincare products he knew you loved to use. 

“i thought i hid that gift pretty well,” he admits, slumping back onto the bed with a deep sigh, his gaze swimming over the artificial stars dappling the ceiling.

“never underestimate me when i’m hungry. i practically have a sixth sense when it comes to finding something to eat” you joke light-heartedly, though it doesn’t seem to perk up jonah’s deflated mood. “it’s okay though, i was so surprised when i saw it.” you offer him a reassuring smile, reaching for his hands to pull him up so he’s sitting upright. you’re crouched down in front of him, caressing his hand in yours, “you fell asleep during the movie, i ruined your surprise,” you realise these two events are of differing severity but still add “can we call it even? kinda?”, giving him the brightest grin, you can muster at this hour. 

“sure.” he pulls a tight smile, and a few seconds pass until he reveals “i also have another surprise.” he adores the way your face lights up, “but wait here,” he sets his hands on your arms, urging you to sit on the bed patiently. “i’m not letting you spoil this one too.” 

jonah heads straight to the en-suite, switching on the light before he turns to the countertop to retrieve two sets of matching pyjamas in the cabinet under the sink. he flashes a warm smile once he walks back into the bedroom, offering out one set of black, velvet pyjamas to you. the two of you agree, along with many others, that wearing a pair of brand-new, soft pyjamas is simply one of the best, most pleasant feelings, so jonah expected nothing less than the beaming grin that swept across your face. “oh my god, i love them!” you push off the bed excitedly, moving to kiss his cheek once “thank you! thank you! thank you!” you clutch the pyjamas to your chest as you rush into the bathroom to put them on, leaving jonah in your wake, chuckling at your obvious eagerness. 

a cozy vibe soon settles around the two of you as you progress through the steps of your individual nightly routines. the low hum of music jonah had put on at your request is accompanied by the gentle murmur of your conversation and the calming scents of a nearby candle wisping into the bathroom. you had suggested the two of you put on the face masks, one of the items jonah had generously gifted you, earning not only an agreement from jonah but also a keen request to go first. now, you’re both standing behind the mirror, facing each other and sporting your matching velvet pyjamas while jonah finishes applying the face mask to your face. 

“okay,” he smiles, passing you the bowl with a gentle kiss, “my turn.” 

you laugh lightly at his eagerness. “are you enjoying this?” you inquire, mixing the paste haphazardly with the brush. 

“yeah,” 

“like actually enjoying this? because we can do something else if you want. we could play a video game or-”

“no, y/n. i am enjoying this. i enjoy absolutely everything when i’m with you.”

“really?”

“of course.” he leans down to share a few kisses, “now, hurry up, i expect you to be done tonight, not two years from now,” he jokes, receiving a scoff in fake offence and a light shove to his shoulder. 

despite the cooling sensation the face mask was supposed to have on your skin, you feel every inch of it heating up from his words - especially the loving line ‘i enjoy absolutely everything when i’m with you’ that he reveals so effortlessly - and the touch of his lips. the love etched in each syllable drips over you like the moonlight trickling in through the bare bathroom window and the feeling of his lips on yours quickens your heartbeat as much as if you'd just completed a sprint. you hope this never changes, that you never get tired of his flirtatious smiles whenever his gaze lingers on you, the amused twist of his lips whenever he makes a joke at your expense, or the way his arm always finds its way across your waist when you cuddle. you know for a fact that you’ll never get over nights like these, where you and jonah can let go of everything and simply show each other love. 

there aren’t any expectations to do or say anything when you're just in each other’s presence, no pressure of finding something to say in conversational silences or filling every moment together with an activity. you wouldn’t trade anything for these ordinary and silent moments with him. it’s quiet when you’re finishing applying the face mask to his face, dipping the brush a final time to fill any missed spots. you drop the brush into the bowl when you’re done. “perfect” your grin is contagious. your eyes meet once again and your smiles press against each other’s for another loving kiss. as per the directions, the pair of you wait several minutes before washing off the face masks. jonah’s patting his face with a hand towel, droplets of water rolling over his skin when you pipe up with a question. 

your face is freshly moisturised and glowing under the bright overhead lighting. “what’s next?” you prompt, clasping your hands together enthusiastically.

jonah turns to his phone on the bathroom countertop, tapping his screen to glance at the time before he responds. the numbers 12:32am on the screen seem to make him more tired and he looks back at you. a yawn tumbles from his lips as he asks “wanna watch some netflix?” the suggestion is a simple one, but a perfect one nonetheless, and you agree with a nod before taking his hand and making your way out the adjoining bathroom to his bed. 

wes hasn’t moved since you last saw him practically buried in the warm mess of blankets, but as you and jonah plop onto the bed tiredly with content sighs, the cuddly cat wastes no time settling into the small space between the pair of you, relishing in the abundance of warmth and attention. jonah laughs lightly as you murmur an “awww”, your heart melting at the cat’s sweet action. he moves in closer, his hand finding yours as he shifts more comfortably against the headboard. he uses his free hand to pull his idle laptop on his lap and put netflix back on. as he scrolls through the countless movies, you bring the gift bag up on the bed and search for another snack, ultimately deciding on m&m’s.  

“thanks for tonight j,” you let your head drop lazily on jonah’s shoulder, inviting him to share the packet of m&m’s with you. 

“my pleasure, baby, tonight’s about you and me,” his fingers find the roots of you hair and he plops a handful into his mouth, brushing his fingers through the strands. 

“us”.  you correct him. 

“exactly,” he offers you a bright smile, “which is why i think it’s only fair that it's my turn to pick a movie” he pushes the laptop in the middle. 

you can’t help but be a little sceptical, jonah’s full of surprises. “okay, what is it?” 

“top gun”

“that’s fine. but i’m not letting you off the hook. you still need to finish watching ‘me before you’. you argue, thoughts travelling back to the memories of the film as he presses the spacebar to start the second movie of the night. 

“deal,” the two of you seal the agreement with a handshake. 

however, only five minutes into the movie, you find yourself in the position jonah was in earlier, your eyelids closing under the weight of happy exhaustion and your mind captured by thoughts other than those of the film in front of you. you’re unsure whether the amount of sugar you had consumed is to blame or the calming, naturally sleep-inducing company of your boyfriend. it seems the roles have reversed now, and it’s jonah who has his arm slung over your shoulders while you’re asleep in his loving embrace. well, not totally asleep, because the moment he removes his arm from around your shoulders, slowly inching his legs to the edge of the bed under the blankets, you wake up, eyes squinting as you mumble, “don’t move.” 

your arm interlocks with his when he tries again, “i’m just going to get some water, i’ll be a second”. he places a soft kiss to your forehead, but it doesn’t suffice. 

“no, please don’t move. you’re warm and if you leave, i won’t be comfy anymore.” you try to give him a warning look, but suspect that it isn’t as threatening as you hope because you only a ripple of muffled giggles in response.

there’s no denying the rosy colour blooming on jonah’s cheeks at your words and the smile dimpling his cheeks is evident in his voice as he rubs a hand over your back, “okay, y/n. whatever you want.”

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coloured leaves | c.b.

love back?? i’m screaming. genuinely.

so i wrote this for naf and forgot i had a fan fic acc lol

with that said pls don’t expect anything from me for at least another two months lol oopsie

summary: corbyn has the best date ideas

the air was cold, biting at the top of your nose and the tips of your fingers, but the arm he had wrapped around your waist and the coffee in your hand seemed to balance it all out.

there was a book open in your lap, something the two of you had picked out at the library only an hour ago.

“i think it’ll be cute” was his initial invitation. “i’ll take you to the library, we can get coffee and sit in the park with all the leaves”

and of course you couldn’t deny his perfect smile and childlike enthusiasm. so you found yourself tucked between his legs as he leaned against an oak tree in the park, leaves dancing slowly from the branches to the ground. every once in a while he’s pull one from your hair, giggling as he placed it in his palm to show you before it joined the rest in the cool grass.

“are you even listening?” you wonder through a gentle laugh, the book you had been reading aloud falling into your lap again.

“of course i am” he blatantly lies, nose stuck between your neck and shoulder. he’d been distracting himself here, with the sweet smell of your skin and your conditioner. with light kisses pressing against the side of your neck and brushes of his nose to your ticklish spots.

“it doesn’t seem like it” you mumble as pull your shoulder to your ear in response to his antics. he pouts when he pulls away, his big hands squeezing your waist in displeasure.

“hey, you were keeping me warm” he attempts to bury himself back into you, but you squirm away again

“that’s what the coffee was for, babe.” he grin as you flip back to the page you’d been reading.

“but you’re so much better at it” he kisses your cheek, once, then twice, his lips moving to your temple and then back down to your jaw. your smile only grew, and so did his when you stayed in place for him.

his next kiss was just to the corner of your lips, his neck craning so he could reach. you aren’t quite sure if you turn your head for his pleasure or yours, but it doesn’t matter when your lips meet, both cold and sweet with coffee coating them.

maybe it’s supposed to be hard to kiss someone when you’re both grinning madly, but it was horribly easy with him.

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[bloatedandalone04]

Love Story - C.B

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

College Student Corbyn x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 8.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Little did you know that it was. 

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  And from there it was history.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “He’ll be gone all night,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “You should post it,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  pretty girl: i see you ;)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

Yesterday 7:43PM

Corbyn I’m sorry, Y/n.

Corbyn Please, can we talk about this?

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

Corbyn We’ll talk tomorrow, goodnight, babe. 

Today 9:58AM

Corbyn Morning..

Corbyn Can we talk?

Corbyn I don’t want to fight with you. 

Corbyn I’m sorry. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “And what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Love Song; Corbyn Besson

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled.

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

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

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

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

“New normal,” you nodded.

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

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

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

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

“Hey, guys,” you greeted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Rip,” you laughed.

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

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

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

His eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Corbyn,” you weakly smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Red cheeks all around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

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

“Yeah,” your voice was weak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Right after, Corbyn’s voice came again.

“You came out of nowhere like a hurricane.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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