#corbyn besson shirtless

[just-aust-in]

Corbyn Besson

[lyricalcorbyn]

Mr. Corbyn Besson lookin extra sexy here 🥵

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Corbyn Besson

[alwaysmarais98]

Jawline sharper than a knife. You could literally cut yourself on it 🔥

[blushherron]

dead 😍🤤

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jack avery shirtless 

haha whos dying

[guytography]

Corbyn Besson

YouNower

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Cheat | Jonah Marais

Requested? Yup! hope you like it anon I’m sorry it took a bit 

Warnings? Swearing, mentions of cheating 

Word Count: 2,089

You flop down on the couch as your phone starts to ring, waiting for your brother to answer. It takes a few minutes but finally he picks up but it’s not him who’s answering. Your boyfriend Jonah, pops up.

“Hey babe!” He greets and you smile. You hadn’t seen or talk to Jonah in what seemed like forever because the boys were constantly busy with the new tour.

“Hey! Where’s Corbyn?” You ask still uncertain as to why Jonah picked up the phone and not your older brother.

“Oh! He’s over here.” You wait as the phone is passed to your brother before you hear his cheery voice.

“Hey sis! Whats up?”

“Nothing much I just figured I hadn’t talked to any of you guys in a bit so I wanted to call. I’m not interrupting anything am I?”  You ask suddenly unsure of whether or not you had called them at a bad time.

“Nah we’re actually just relaxing before the show.” Corbyn responds and you nod in relief.

“Who is that?” You hear Daniel’s familiar voice from far away.

“Is that Daniel?” You ask and the phone is passed one more time until it lands in your best friends hands.

“(y/n)!!” Daniel exclaims and your smile widens more than before. You’ve missed them all so much.

“Hey! What’s up?”

“I miss you!” Before you can respond, the phone is ripped away again and you wait before it settles and the three boys are in front of the camera now.

“Sorry (y/n/n). I figured I should just set up so you could see all of us.”

“It’s all good! How has tour been? Where are Jack and Zach?”

“They’re in the other room. Want me to grab them?” Daniel asks and you nod. You’ve missed your best friends more than anything and to see them even over FaceTime makes your day a thousand times better.

Besides your spring break was coming up soon and you wanted to bring up the idea of you coming on tour with them for a little bit. However you wanted the whole bands input on the idea so you wouldn’t become a burden on all of the things they already had to do. Once all of the guys have greeted you and set up in front of Corbyn’s phone, you start talking again.

“Okay, so I wanted to ask all of you this question. Would it be okay if I visited you guys during my spring break?”

“Yes!” The boys yell almost in sync and you break out into a smile. You figured they would say yes but you were still slightly unsure if they would want you to go on tour with them.

“Of course we want you on tour!” Daniel insists.

“Yeah especially since I haven’t been able to kiss you in months.” Jonah frowns.

“Get a room!” Zach yells immaturely

“We will when I visit.” You answer with a wink and even Corbyn groans.

“Alright that’s enough. Text the groupchat the details okay?”

You nod in response and bid goodbye to the boys before hanging up the phone. You were beyond excited for spring break now. You had lowkey been planning this for a month in the hopes that you wouldn’t have to spend spring break alone at the house.

You couldn’t wait to see your brother and best friends but mostly Jonah. You and Jonah have been together for almost two years now. While you were getting used to the whole long distance relationship whenever he was on tour, it didn’t stop you from missing him constantly.

The last time you saw him was almost two months ago when the boys headed back out to LA to start working on more music just before the 8 letters tour. School had kept you pretty busy and assisted in your hope to focus on something else besides your longing but it had felt like forever and you couldn't wait anymore.

The next day, you spend the whole time planning the trip. Corbyn had sent you the list of shows and where they were for the week you would be visiting. Along with some interviews and other recordings, you planned to fly in on Sunday and leave the following Saturday.

The next two weeks were a mixture of slow and fast all at once. You were hoping to get all of your school work done before flying out so you spent most of your time in the library, trying to finish up the assignments.

By the time Sunday came around, you were fried from school and ready to finally relax and rest with your friends. The flight was a non stop to Florida where the boys would pick you up and the six of you would head off to the venue for the day.

“Don’t forget to text me when you’re flying back!” Your best friend who had driven you calls out.

“I will! Drive safe!” You respond before shutting the door and heading towards the front doors.

Once through security and at your gate, you decide to FaceTime the boys again just before you get on the plane. This time, Daniel is the one to pick up Corbyns phone and now you were really questioning if these boys just used each other’s phones at all times.

“Hey! Are you at the airport?” He asks noticing your surroundings.

“Yup! I should be down there in like an hour or so.”

“We’ll see you there!” You hear Corbyn call from across the room.

“I can’t wait to see you my love!” Jonah yells before popping into camera view.

“I’ll see you soon babe.”

“Yeah (y/n/n)” Jack says grabbing the phone. “Hurry up before Jonah dies from heartache.”

“I’ll see you guys in a bit.”

After hanging up, your flight is called and you’re quick to board and find your seat. The minute the pilot says you can turn on your phone, you pop in your headphones and pass right out.

“Excuse me miss, we’ve arrived.” Your eyes flutter open to meet the hazel eyes of the flight attendant standing above you.

You offer a sheepish smile and a quiet apology before grabbing your stuff and heading off the plane in a hurry. Now that you had a solid nap, your excitement was so through the roof that you were practically shaking head to toe.

You find the escalator down to baggage claim and as it slowly descends you spot a huge sign with the words ‘chauffeur for Ms. Besson’ plastered across it. As the escalator goes farther down you spot the boys standing there impatiently.

Not being able to hold still any longer, you race down the rest of the stairs. When the boys spot you, they rush forward and suddenly you’re engulfed in a huge group hug.

You take a step back but Jonah is quick to pull you towards him. He wraps you up in his arms as his lips meet yours and suddenly you’re melting all over again. The kiss breaks quicker than you wanted to and you’re pulled into your older brothers arms.

“I missed you!!” He yells and you smile. You and your brother have always been close and being away from your best friend sucked.

“Can we go?” Zach asks impatiently and you roll your eyes.

“Let’s go.” You say wrapping your arm around Zach’s shoulders and head out the front doors.

On the drive to the venue you catch up on everything and anything that has happened to the boys in the past two months. You spend the drive wrapped in Jonah’s arms as you talk and nothing in the world could replace this beautiful feeling.

The drive to the venue was only an hour and before you know it the six of you are bounding out of the car. The arena was huge and your heart swells at the idea of how far the boys have come to be able to play in this huge place.

Jonah and you walk hand in hand into the arena and you audibly gasp when you see how huge it is. The venue was nearly sold out and when you get to the middle of the arena, you let go of Jonah’s hand and run around for a second.

“This is crazy!” Jonah yells out and you smile widely.

You run back over to him and he grabs your waist and pulls you close. Your smiles reflect each other’s and everything is bliss.

“I can’t wait to see you sing here.” You say and Jonah leans down and places a light kiss on your lips.

“I can’t wait either.”

The rest of the time before the concert you spend with your older brother. The two of you explore the arena while talking about anything and everything. But mostly you complaining about school and work.

You and Corbyn had always been super close when you were growing up to the point you did practically everything together. While you were getting used to the idea of him touring and not being home, it was terrible to not have your best friend and biggest supporter at home. Someone to run to when you needed advice.

“Excited to be touring again?” You ask as the two of you make your way back into the audience of the arena. You find a couple of seats in the lower bowl and prop your feet up as you talk.

“Extremely. Every time is different and every city is a new experience. I wish you could come with us.” He says wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Me too.” You sigh.

Soon, the show is starting and you’re backstage watching as the boys sing and dance their heart out. The arena was packed and you felt nothing but pride as you watched your best friends kill it out there.

Afterwards, the boys run off stage and now you had to wait a bit longer until most of the fans were gone before heading out in the bus to the next venue. You start to wander around backstage, looking for Jonah everywhere since the two of you were separated after the boys ran off stage.

“Have you seen Jonah?” You ask Jack as he walks past you.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Nah not since the show ended.”

You decide to keep walking and check in a couple of the green rooms to see if he was in there. After having little success, you decide to check the last empty room right near the exit. You slowly open the door and when you see what’s in the room your frozen in your place.

There was Jonah, with a shirtless girl underneath him, and her legs wrapped around his waist. They clearly don’t know you’re there until you slam the door against the wall and watch as the two scramble to get up from their position.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You snap quietly. “You are on tour for six whole months and this is the day you decide to fuck some other girl?”

“(y/n/n), it’s not what-“

“Oh hell no.” You curse before shutting the door and running off. You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening but all you knew was that you needed your older brother.

“Woah woah (y/n) what’s wrong?” Corbyn asks when he spots you. He walks up and surveys your tearful eyes and heavy breathing before pulling you into a tight hug.

“Jonah cheated on me.” You cry quietly.

“He what?” Corbyn asks and just as you’re about to respond Corbyn silenced you. “Oh he is so dead.”

Corbyn takes off into the direction you came from and you swear you could see the steam coming out from his ears. He barges down the hallways with you in tow and when he sees Jonah you knew he was a goner.

“What the fuck man!” Corbyn yells and Jonah whips around in confusion. When he sees Corbyns unmatched fury he instantly backs up. “I can’t believe you!”

“Listen you don’t know the whole story.” Jonah says causing you to scoff and Corbyns anger to increase.

“That’s a bunch of bullshit. How dare you pull this with my sister! Do you know how messed up that is?”

“I’m sorry!”

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it J.” You snap. Corbyn looks like he’s ready to swing but you grab his arm and pull him back. “It’s not worth it. Let’s go.” You sigh and Corbyn follows your lead.

“I’m sorry love.”

[tristfulwriting]

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend of two years is leaving off to tour, and you want to surprise him before you do. What you don’t know is that he’s with a totally different girl. corbyn!reader

WARNING: sadness, tears, and fustration :)

A/N: hi. this is my first time posting on tumblr, so i really don’t know how it works lmao. im a Wattpad person, but recently, Tumblr has been getting some good fanfiction. if you don’t know, this is a short one shot about Corbyn Besson. i honestly know he wouldn’t do what he’s gonna do in here, but hey, let a girl write

YOU GRABBED A boquet of flowers, hoping that Corbyn, your boyfriend, would like them. It happened to be a bunch of daises and roses, classics that everyone got. Hopefully, he’d like it. While choosing your flowers, you noticed some chocolates across the store. With your flowers in hand, you jogged to the chocolates.

Valentines day was approaching, and as much as you hated to have your boyfriend gone that day, you were happy for him. He was going on tour for Eight Letters, one of the albums you favorited over the others. You decided to surprise him before he left, so that when he left, you both were on a happy note. You grabbed his favorite chocolate brand, picked up a cheesy card you knew he’d like, and paid for everything. You thought this was going to be fun, and that Corbyn would absolutely love it.

After blasting music in your car, you finally made it to Corbyn’s house. No one was home except for Corbyn which made you confused. You didn’t care though. The rest of the boys were probably busy. You had a spare key from Jonah, glad that he gave you it beforehand.

Without hesitation, you quitely walked to the front door. You stuck the key in, twisted it, then opened the door. You were being quiet as a mouse when you stepped in, quitely closing the door behind you. You tip-toed to Corbyn’s room, where you saw the light on. The door was closed, but you could see the light from underneath the door.

You reached his door, smiling to yourself when you heard music playing. With no worries, you twisted the knob and opened the door. Your eyes traveled across the room until they saw Corbyn and Christina, making out on his bed. Their eyes widened as Christina hurried to put on her shirt.

You were shocked, at first. But then you became angry and livid that Corbyn Besson was cheating on you! Your jaw dropped as you processed the scene in front of you. Corbyn was shirtless, Christina was almot naked, and you were standiing fully clothed.

Your heart felt like a million pieces just shattered. Your gut felt like it was being punched repeatedly. Your eyes filled with tears as your mouth stumbled for words. There was no way to describe what you felt. You wanted to crawl underneath your skin and cry forever, holding on to the rest of your humanity. You blinked when Corbyn stepped towards you.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he whispered as he stepped closer.

You backed away from him, not wanting to be within his perimeter. “How could you?” your voice asked, but it sounded hoarse and weak.

When he didn’t respond, you threw the flowers and chocolate at him. “You’re throwing away two years, Corbyn. Two years of fucking love, memories, and friendship! How could you do this to me? Was I not good enough? Was I too ugly, fat, or untalented? Why did you—just why?” you exclaimed, feeling yourself break down. You didn’t want to break down in front of Corbyn. He didn’t need to see you so vulnerable and broken.

“I’m sorry. It was a mistake. I love you, Y/N, I really do. Please, we can fix this. I know we can,” Corbyn begged as he held your hand.

Tears were now falling down your cheeks as you pushed Corbyn backwards, glaring at him and Christina. You stormed out of the house, but almost tripping over stuff. Your eyesight was blury, and you didn’t think you had enough energy to drive a car. However, you got in your car anyway. You turned it on and when you finally pulled out of his driveway, you let loose. You slapped your steering wheel angrilyand let all the tears come out.

Harsh sobs left your mouth as you closed your eyes. You felt like you were hyperventilating, but you didn’t care. You were sure that by now, you were hysterically crying.

The pain was unwelcomed. It traveled down your head, into all the turns and nerves of your body, then it stopped at your feet. You were feeling pain all over. Hell, you honestly just wanted to go home.

You drove yourself home, emotionless. Your apartment neighboors stole some long stares at your vulnerable state. You mindlessly stared back at them with a scowl. They turned away immediately, shocked to see the usual cheerful girl so heartbroken. You had red, puffy eyes and swollen lips. Your face was red, and if you didn’t look closely, someone could think you were high.

But no, you wish you were high. Instead, you were a heartbroken girl who was stumbling for the keys to her apartment. You couldn’t find the keys in your purse, but when you did, you wasted no time to open your door.

You collasped on your bedroom bed, allowing the tears fall out of your face. You broke down into harsh sobs, once again. Nothing was holding you back anymore. You thought about all the memories Corbyn and you had together. All the simple and little things you loved about him, the ones he did for you, and the ones that made you feel appreciated.

You remembered all the times where he’d call you at 3 AM just to hear your voice, or when he would come over, unannounced. You thought about all your late night conversations with him in bed, and all the one-on-one talks in the car. You thought about the time he first told you he loved you, about the time when he said he wanted to marry you one day, and about the time he said he wanted to have kids with you.

You remembered it all, and all of it was eating you up. You curled into a tiny ball on your bed, and you watched your large window that gave you a perfect landscape view. You saw everyone carry on with their lives, feeling even more broken.

You saw couples walk hand-in-hand, smiling together. You wanted that back, but you knew you couldn’t get it.

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