#corbynbessonimagine

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Corbyn sitting on the sofa:

I’m SO bored.

Zach in the sink: Me to.

Jack on the roof of the house: Me three.

Jonah on top of the tv: Me four.

Daniel in a tree: Me five!

Corbyn: What the fuck-

[bbycmb]

Disobedient ~ Jonah Marais (smut)

WARNING: NSFW (Not Safe For Work)

Y/n’s POV

“I’ll be home in an hour is that okay?” 

I sighed as I read the text. I replied with a simple, “It’s fine, get home safe, I love you xx” to which Jonah replied, “I will, I love you too xx”. I was undeniably sexually frustrated and my boyfriend was in the studio. I’m not mad that he’s doing something he loves, just really sexually frustrated.

I play with the tie of my silky robe and start looking around the room to look for something to keep my mind off the ache between my legs. I look over at the wardrobe and remember my draw of goodies. I make my way over to the wardrobe and open a draw revealing all of my sex toys. Jonah and I like to try new things and a huge part of experimenting is toys. I grab the closest vibrator I had, a small gold one. I remembered the last time I used it. It was when Jonah was on tour he had sent a gift to me. You should’ve seen the shock on my face when I received a vibrator in the mail. I FaceTimed him that night and told him about his wonderful gift. That night he asked me if I could show him using it, I was hesitant but decided to give it a go.

I smirked making my way over to the bed, undoing the tie to my robe. I crawled on to the bed and leaned my upper body against the headboard. I unhooked my bra, tossing it carelessly on the floor. I decided to leave my panties on. I began playing with my breasts massaging them and flicking my nipples to make them hard. I then slowly made my way to my panties, I began rubbing myself through the material, imagining they were Jonah’s fingers. I then grabbed the vibrator and placed it on top of the fabric. The vibrations sending me into a haze of pleasure. I bucked my hips up at the feeling, my back arching of the bed.

A cough was heard from across the room. My eyes shot open and I removed the vibrator, hiding it behind me. Leaning against the doorway was Jonah, clad in a white top and blue jeans.

“Here I was, going to surprise you by coming home early, but I guess the roles are reversed,” he ushered for me to stand up. I stood up and made my way over to him, covering up my breasts.

Jonahs’s lips instantly crashed on mine, his hands cupping my cheeks. My fingers roaming his hair, pulling on the roots slightly. I smirked as I felt his hard-on through his jeans on my stomach. His hands roughly grabbing my thighs lifting me up and slamming me against the wall. Using one hand, Jonah moved my hair away from my neck and began sucking harshly at the skin. My head thrown back and my hands gripping on to his shoulder tightly.

He moved from the wall and began making his way to the bed. Suddenly my back landed on the mattress, Jonah standing at the edge of the bed, smirking. His hands travelled up from my stomach to my arms. I then felt metal touch my wrists. I look up to notice Jonah, cuffing me to the bed.

“Jonah, what the fuck?” Don’t get me wrong I love this, but I’m heavily frustrated and all I wanted was his dick in me. I can’t handle teasing, not right now.

“Did you really think you wouldn’t get a punishment for touching yourself baby? Do you really think I’m that lenient?” He smirked as he took off his top and jeans. His cock, seen easily through the material of his boxers. I could almost see him throbbing, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

Jonah began caressing my skin. First my stomach then my inner thighs. His fingers grazed the wet spot of my underwear. I bucked my hips at the slight contact. He smirked at me, deciding to continue his torture. He used his thumb and pressed my clit. I screamed at the sudden pleasure. My hips coming off the bed. I needed his touch, I needed him. Jonah let his fingers graze my entrance through my panties, then they were gone, his fingers making their way into his mouth.

“Even with underwear I can still taste you. You taste so good,” I watched as he sucks on the tips of his fingers, making eye contact with me. I moaned and whined lifting my hips up and moving around.

Jonah then leaned down and kissed my heat, letting his lips linger. I threw my head back, my wrists tugging at the cuffs, just wanting to run my fingers through his hair as he ate me out.

Jonah’s fingers then went inside my panties, rubbing me slightly. He then removed the fabric and threw it across the room. His fingers began gently rubbing me, the pleasure took over me and made me cum instantly. Jonah fingers moved away from me.

“I didn’t say to cum Y/n, oh well it makes it easier to decide your punishment; over-stimulation,” my head shot up and I began begging him not to.

“Please Jonah, you know I can’t do over-simulation, remember New Years? I couldn’t handle it, please Jonah just fuck me,” Jonahs face showed a slight hint of concern, but soon that vanished.

“Baby, don’t you remember? You were screaming for more that night. The morning after you told me it was the best sex you’d ever had. You can’t trick me this time Y/n,” my cheeks heated up. He caught me, I’d thought he wouldn’t remember since we both were slightly intoxicated. He’s right, that was the best sex I’d ever had, but I can’t do it right now with my heat being so sensitive after my first orgasm.

Jonah went over to our wardrobe and opened one of the draws revealing all my sex toys. He pulled out my wireless vibrator. A black matte one, with a white head. It was the fastest one I had, the speeds making me come undone in a matter of seconds.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you use this love, how ‘bout we try?” Jonah smirked as he turned it on the lowest speed. He placed the tip of the vibrator on my left nipple, the vibration making them hard instantly. He smirked at the effect. Jonah then dragged the vibrator agonisingly slowly across my stomach and down my legs. He then dragged it softly along my inner thighs. The vibrations going straight to my core. My hips bucked up, my eyes closed taking in the sensations. Suddenly the vibrations hit my core at a higher speed. The jerk put the speed to its highest level.

I was moaning loudly as my orgasm approached, my body began moving around trying to get rid of it, but wanting more at the same time. My hands grabbing my cuffs tightly. I felt the rising feeling in my stomach growing. I screamed out Jonah’s name, as I came. He didn’t take the vibrator off causing me to go into overdrive. My head thrown back, arms and legs tense. The vibrations so high making me cum again and again, until I had cum three times. Jonah slowly took the toy away from my heat, smirking at my weakened body.

My arms were dangling form the cuffs, my legs worn out. I was breathing heavily. My eyes opened to Jonah, he smirked as he put the vibrator on our bed side table.

Jonah then removed his underwear to reveal his large member throbbing with need. He then moved to the side of the bed where my head was.

“Open up your mouth for daddy sweetheart,” Jonah instructed as he began stroking himself. I opened my mouth enthusiastically, excited that I could give him pleasure. He lined his cock with my mouth, placing the tip on my awaiting tongue. I moved my head and raised my eyebrow at him.

“You know, I could give you the best blow job of your life, if I wasn’t tied to the bed? Un-cuff me and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life,” Jonah smirked but agreed, un-cuffing me. I touched my wrists to notice the red lines.

Jonah saw and took ahold of them, kissing them each with a sympathetically look on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I smiled at his concern and shook my head, touching his cheek.

“It’s fine Jonah, it didn’t hurt, you didn’t hurt me,” Jonah nodded before going on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He was slowly stroking himself, watching my every move as I turned to face him.

I kissed Jonah, with an urgency, taking him off guard. I then felt around ‘till I felt what I needed. I placed the cuff behind me where I had easy access to it.  I then ran my fingers through his hair, earning a low moan from Jonah.

I then felt around for the other cuff and found it next to my leg, I placed it next to the other cuff, making sure Jonah wouldn’t notice.

I started kissing his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. I began dragging my finger nails down his torso, feeling his abs tense by my touch. I began leaving kisses down his torso, until I reached his twitching cock. I wrapped my small hand around the base and began moving up and down. Jonah threw his head back and moaned loudly. I kitty licked the swollen tip, making him moan and his eyes to close. I then moved up from his cock to his torso running my hands up again. I began kissing his neck, he closed his eyes and moaned at my teasing. I then moved the cuffs in the small space between him and headboard. I then ran my hands down his back pulling him forward kissing him hard. I went down his back and grabbed the cuffs, carefully pulling them up. I then put my hands through one of the holes and turned the cuff around so it was on the back of my hand. I then went up his arms firmly placing them on the headboard. I kissed him hard, beginning to grind on his crotch. I then grabbed his wrists an flicked the cuff around him so it went around his wrist, taking my hand out of the other hole. I then puled away from Jonah and cuffed him to the bed. Jonah's eyes opened wide once he realised what I’d done. he began pulling on his wrists but it wouldn’t move. I stood up and pulled his legs down the bed, forcing him to lie down. I smirked at his confused expression.

“Did you really think you wouldn’t be punished for teasing me baby? Do you really think I’m that lenient?” I teased with his earlier words. I sat on the side of the bed, dragging my nail across his torso. I then leaned down and began kissing his neck, moving my hand up and down his shaft.

“Fuck Y/n..” Jonah dragged out. I moved from my position and made my way to his dick, noticing how red it had gotten. I licked the tip watching as he squirmed underneath me. I saw him grasping tightly onto the cuffs, his knuckles turning white.

I licked from the base of his shaft to the tip, taking him into my mouth. I began sucking on his tip, always looking at his face. Jonah’s mouth was open wide and his eyes were closed, his head thrown back and turning form side to side.

Then I took as much of him as I could into my mouth sucking, I used my hand for the rest of him I couldn’t get in. I started deep throating him. A loud moan emitted from Jonah as he began jerking his hips up. I took my mouth off him.

“Don’t jerk up or I’ll stop,” I said sternly. He nodded, his eyes pleading me to go back. I smirked and without another word put him back into my mouth, I began sucking harder and my hand began moving faster. Jonah’s head was thrown all the way back and his breathing got heavier. I could feel his cock twitch and in seconds he had came in my mouth. I spat the cum into the bin next to the bed and got up from my position. Jonah had regained his even breathing and was now begging for me to un-cuff him. But I had other plans.

“Sit up,” I demanded, he pulled on the cuffs and sat up.

His cock was still stiff and erect. I moved to a straddling position, making sure to not touch his crotch. I then moved the tip of his cock to my entrance, placing it in slightly. I then slid down his whole member releasing a moan as I closed my eyes at the feeling. I looked at Jonah to notice his mouth hung open and his eyes were slightly closed. I began going up and down his shaft, bouncing slightly. I then began grinding on him, feeling how deep his member was going. I held on to his shoulders and placed my head in the crook on his neck, moaning in his ear.

“Un-cuff me! Un-cuff me right now Y/n! I need to touch you!” I obliged and un-cuffed him. His hands instantly going to the back of my head bringing me in to kiss him. The kiss was deep and loving. His hands moved to my hips and helped them rock against him. I moaned into the crook of his neck as he went deeper and deeper. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach.

“I’m gonna c-cum Jonah,” I whispered into his ear.

“So am I, cum for be Y/n,” As soon as the words left his lips I came undone. I was a moaning mess. I raked my nails down his back, moaning loudly.

Jonah came seconds after me. He began thrusting upwards riding his orgasm out. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape and his eyes shut tightly, moaning my name over and over again. We both rode out our climaxes.

Breathing heavily, I got off Jonah and laid down on the bed next to him. Jonah pulled me by the waist closer to him. I rested my head on his chest, hearing his racing heartbeat. We were lying there panting in each others arms.

“Does that teach you a lesson about not touching yourself when I’m not home?” Jonah breathed out, smirking down at me. I nodded, leaning up and kissing him gently. My fingers going form his jaw to his cheek. I noticed the red marks on my wrists and traced them, they didn’t hurt but it looked like it should’ve.

Jonah noticed, he gently held my wrists in his hands, examining them. His eyes filled with concern, guilt and sympathy. I kissed his cheek whispering “it’s not your fault” over and over again.

Jonah pulled me into a kiss, his hands running up and down my arm, leaving goosebumps.

“I love you Y/n, so much,” Jonah said as he leaned his forehead against mine. I leaned up and kissed him softly.

“I love you too Jonah, so much."

A/n: this is my first smut so I hope you liked it, also y/n is on The pill.

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Fandoms that I write for...

Feel free to request an imagine for any of the following fandoms and characters

Peter Parker (Marvel)

Ned Leeds (Marvel)

Tony Stark (Marvel)

Steve Rodgers (Marvel)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Thor (Marvel)

Noah Flynn (The Kissing Booth)

Lee Flynn (The Kissing Booth)

Tom Holland (actor)

Harrison Osterfield (social media influencer)

Sebastian Stan (actor)

Zach Herron (Why Don't We)

Corbyn Besson (Why Don't We)

Jonah Marais (Why Don't We)

Daniel Seavey (Why Don't We)

Jack Avery (Why Don't We)

Literally anyone (Marvel and Harry Potter)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

But more to come, like I said, request anything of the people above! <3

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promise ring ~ daniel seavey ~ christmas 2017

“my family really loves you, y’know,” you smiled, placing your hand over dani’s which was on the middle console of the car. at the moment, you and daniel were on your way back home to your shared apartment after an action packed evening at your parents house for christmas eve. since the two of you had spent christmas eve with your parents, you were going to be spending christmas day with daniel’s family. 

“i love them too,” daniel replied, glancing over to you before quickly returning his focus to the dark road ahead. “just wait until tomorrow, darling. anna and my mom both you got you amazing gifts,” he teased about the highly anticipated day ahead. ever since you first met daniel’s family in the beginning of your friendship that eventually evolved into a relationship about four years back, you instantly became close with them. you found them all absolutely hilarious and fun to be around, but you were particularly close with anna and keri. there was something about anna’s sense of humor that was so similar to your’s, you and her could sit and make fun of daniel all day together if you wanted to. keri was like your second mother, she held you under her wing and always checked in to make sure daniel was treating you right. 

“i’ve missed bam bam,” you chuckled as daniel unlocked the front door to your festive apartment with you standing close behind him. daniel only laughed in response and pushed open the door, holding it open for you before shutting it to keep the cool air out. you slipped your shoes off by the door and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee.

“why are you drinking coffee so late at night, baby? you’re gonna be awake until the sun comes up!” daniel scolded, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you poured the hot drink that you were addicted to into your favorite mug. 

“it’s called an addiction,” you giggled, turning in his grip so that you were facing him. 

“it’s bad for you,” he frowned, worrying more about your future health than anything else. 

“i’ll be okay, dani,” you said in a teasing tone, standing on your tippy toes to press a quick peck to his lips. he whined at how you pulled away so quickly and walked back to the living room. 

“where are you going?” he asked, following you closely as you made your way to the stairs of the apartment. it’s like he was attached to you, never wanting to let go for even a minute. 

“i’m gonna go change,” you informed him as you quickly made your way up the stairs. once you made it to the bedroom that you shared with daniel, you set your mug down on top of your dresser and riffled through your drawers, looking for something comfortable that you could throw on. soon enough, you pulled out a pair of flannel pajama shorts, a plain white tank top and a sports bra to change into. 

you changed quickly, discarding the clothes you were previously wearing by throwing them behind you onto the bed. after you had changed, you turned around to put all of the clothes in the laundry. as you did so, you spied a small silver box placed delicately on your pillow. you furrowed your eyebrows at the box that you knew you hadn’t put there. the clothes became the last thing on your mind as you took a seat on the bed and took the box into your hands. there was a small card on the top that had a small drawing of a heart that said from daniel. 

you gently pulled the lid off of the box to find a beautiful silver ring that had two hearts on it that were woven together. one of the hearts was made up of your birth stone while the other was made of daniel’s. 

“so you like it?” daniel asked, making your head shoot up. you were so distracted by it that you hadn’t even noticed him walk in. he had been leaning against the door frame the entire time, watching you open his gift. 

“fuck you, of course i love it!” you exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and running over to daniel, giving him the biggest hug ever. for some reason you always said ‘fuck you’ to daniel even in your happiest moments. at first it confused him but he eventually accepted it as a sign of your affection. 

“put it on,” he said once you pulled away, taking the ring out of the palm of your hand and slipping it onto your finger. “it’s a promise ring. a promise that i will always love you no matter what we go through. a promise that i will always be here for you even if we aren’t on the best of terms. a promise that i’ll always be here to take care of you. promises are forever, just like our love for each other,” daniel spoke, making your eyes tear up. you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as his found their way around your waist. 

“how many times did you rehearse that?” you giggled into his chest, tears still threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“more than you will ever know,” daniel gasped out, chuckling a little bit. you now realized that this was the reason he had been acting so fidgety the last few days. it’s not like a proposal or anything, but it is a pretty big step in the relationship, definitely something that was occupying a lot of his time just by thinking about it. 

“i love you, so so much,” you sighed, your face still buried in the crook of his neck. 

“love you more, princess,” he responded. you could practically hear the smile on his face as his grip around you tightened. this was the relationship you had always wanted, with the man you had always wanted. and you finally have it. 

[noodles-send-n00ds]

turn to stone - corbyn besson

pairings: reader x corbyn

warning: sad, death

requested: yes by anon

summary: y/n is diagnosed with cancer and corbyn is trying to be strong for her.

a/n: this is a song request for two songs that i combined into one, turn to stone by dalton rapattoni. also the boy wasn’t specified so i’m writing this about corbyn! hope you enjoy!

not my gif

***

you were always in and out of the hospitals. you were constantly surrounded by doctors due to your poor immune system. it got to the point where you could practically recite the words they said to you every time you were there.

you would have never suspected that cancer would be the one to take you though. your family was there as often as they could but once you had to be hospitalized because of your condition, they had a hard time coming to see you since they lived far away.

the one person that was always there was corbyn. he had been with you since the day you found out, the days where you became awfully sick to the point where everything hurt, and now where you were connected to wires and breathing tubes.

corbyn walked into the room you were in and stopped at the doorway to look at your sleeping body. he smiled at your beauty. you always laughed when he told you that you were beautiful even with a gray-ish tint to your body and no hair. he thought you were the most breath-taking girl on earth.

everyone, even you and the doctors, had come to the conclusion that you weren’t going to beat this long, hard battle. your time was running out. as much as corbyn wanted to deny the thought of you dying, he knew it was time for you to take your final bow and wrap up a wonderful performance you had here in this world.

corbyn was like your guardian. he looked out for you. he got the nurses when you were feeling super ill, he gave you water when you needed it, and most importantly, let you have a shoulder to cry on. he would listen to rants about the evil nurse and how you wanted her to disappear. he would let you talk while you still had your weak voice. he did everything for you. 

corbyn walked over to you and got on the uncomfortable hospital bed. he held you in your “stripper-like coffin gown” as you called it. he hummed a bit of a song to you.

he thought of how you wanted to go sailing in oceans and travel the world but you weren’t going to be able to. he was sad that you couldn’t live your dreams and do what you wanted to. you were too sick to do anything. before you told him about your cancer, he was going to take you sailing but you had to stay because you were starting treatment.

he lightly grabbed your hand and you gave him a small squeeze but that was the best you could do. he kissed your ear and you turned to look at him with semi-lifeless eyes.

“what are you doing here?” you asked him with your frail voice.

“to see you,” he smiled at you.

you sighed. you didn’t want him to be attached to a dead girl. you knew he was going to be hurt badly when you left him but that was the last thing you wanted.

“corbyn, you should go,” you croaked out.

“why would i do that?” he frowned. “i'm here for you when you ain't here anymore. i will stand by you when you're standing in front of heaven's door. i’ll hold you in my arms until death do us part. i won't let go. i'll be by your side until i turn to stone.” 

“i love you, corbyn,” you told him with a sad smile.

suddenly, beeps from your heart monitor sounded rapidly and you slowly closed your eyes. the nurses and doctors rushed in. one nurse pushed him out of the room and closed the door behind him. he had tears running down his face.

you were leaving him for good. you were going to place where you’d be happy and better. you were going to go sailing but without corbyn. you were leaving.

the nurses quickly rolled your bed out of the room with the doctors on their heels. corbyn got a quick glimpse of you before they rolled you away. you looked completely lifeless. there was no y/n anymore.

and that was what corbyn couldn’t wrap his mind around; you were gone.

***

[colbybrocksbitchh]

I hope you’re Happier with him

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

@simonsbluee

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

~Your POV~

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

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

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

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

~A little over a month ago~

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

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

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

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

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

“Ughhh!”

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

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

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

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

I walk out and slam the door behind me.

~Now~

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

“Aww thanks Corbs, you’re the best!”

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

“Anything for you cutie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Colby’s POV~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Colby?”

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

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

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

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

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

[boomboomboomwayhoo]

perfect ~ corbyn besson ~christmas 2017

a/n: super duper inspired/based off of by the perfect music video by ed sheeran

it was a tradition starting about six years back that every december y/n and her best friends (corbyn, gabe, alex, and chris) would all meet up on the best possible mountain for skiing in the whole state. as always, y/n was the first to arrive. 

while she were waiting for her four friends, she decided to order a hot chocolate. as soon as the girl returned to the seat she was in previously with the hot cocoa in hand, corbyn walked in, the bell above the door jingling as he did so. perfect timing. 

“hey, corbs!” y/n exclaimed in her cheery voice that always put a huge smile on corbyn’s face, not worrying about having to be quiet since they were the only two people in the lodge at the time besides the man working there and the woman who was walking out the door towards the slopes. 

“hi y/n,” the blonde chuckled, wrapping his lengthy arms around her frame in the tightest hug that he possibly could. 

“good god, you’re freezing!” y/n took his hands in hers to warm them up a bit. “here, take this,” she told him, holding out the hot drink that she had only had a few sips of. 

“no i’m fine, you can have it,” corbyn politely declined although he really did need it. he was practically an ice berg. not only that but he couldn’t go order his own drink since the cashier had just disappeared to the back of the lodge. 

“please,” y/n begged, pushing the drink into his welcoming hands. 

“thank yo-” he mumbled, raising the mug to his lips as the door bells sounded once again. y/n’s head shot towards the door and she sprinted towards it as soon as she saw who it was. just as corbyn had suspected, it was gabe, alex, and chris. 

“i missed you guys!” y/n smiled after she had given them each an incredibly long hug. corbyn rose from his seat to give all of his friends a welcoming as well. he didn’t want to come off as rude to the people that he easily referred to as his very best friends. 

corbyn bro hugged each of the guys before y/n mentioned that they should probably get to skiing since it would be getting dark in just a few hours. everyone agreed, grabbing their skis and following y/n out the door that they had all walked out together for the past six years.

as the group was treading to the top of the mountain to begin the journey downhill, y/n was conversing and laughing about something hilarious that must have been said with alex. behind them was gabe and chris who were having their own conversation about justin and selena’s relationship. and finally, behind them all was corbyn. corbyn was walking all by himself as he usually did in these sort of group outings. with this group of friends in particular, he always ended up being the third wheel no matter how hard he tried. 

he looked with sad eyes towards y/n and alex. corbyn had always been incredibly jealous of alex, as well as chris and gabe. the three guys were so much more muscular than corbyn and they somehow all remained tan all year round. these were two physical traits that corbyn couldn’t compete with as well as two traits that made corbyn feel incredibly insecure. corbyn always thought that y/n thought of him as incomparable to those three, even though that was the farthest from the truth. 

corbyn continued to sulk as he climbed the mountain behind his friends. finally, they reached the very peak, where the fun would finally begin for corbyn. 

“you ready?” y/n asked, standing next to corbyn who was finishing up strapping on his skis. the other friends has already began to ski down the slope. 

“yup, you?” he replied, standing up and positioning himself to get going down the mountain. y/n nodded. 

“together?” she asked, holding out her hand for corbyn to take. now it was his turn to nod. he laced his fingers with hers as they began to slide down the mountain smoothly. corbyn’s hands were sweating from nerves but thank god he was wearing thick gloves. that way y/n couldn’t feel it. 

“uh oh,” y/n mumbled after a solid five minutes of smooth and steady skiing. 

“uh oh, what?” corbyn asked worriedly. 

“i’m going down!” y/n called out dramatically as she let go of corbyn’s hand and fell on her back, continuing to slide until she reached a flat spot where she slid to a stop. corbyn stopped at the flat place as well. 

“are you okay?” corbyn asked, getting down on the ground next to the girl that was yet to know that he fell for her. the only sound that filled his ears was her uncontrollable laughter, making his heart flutter. she nodded, unable to catch her breath. he just shook his head as he rose to his feet, pulling her up as well. 

before they knew it, all five of the friends were at the very bottom of the mountain and it was nearly pitch black outside. thankfully they weren’t the only ones out there. the group of nineteen year olds made their way to the ski lift, each of them climbing into one of the cart type things. corbyn was seated with y/n, chris with alex, and gabe all alone in the very back. 

“you tired?” corbyn asked y/n in a whisper in response to her resting her head on his shoulder. 

“a little bit,” she replied, leaning further into his warm and comforting touch. 

“close your eyes, you got about five minutes until we get back to the top,” corbyn told the girl, moving his left arm to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her towards him even more in an attempt to warm them both up. at least that’s what y/n thought. in corbyn’s mind, it was because he wanted to make as much contact with the gorgeous girl as possible. 

“y/n” corbyn nudged the sleeping girl slightly, waking her from her dozed off state. “c’mere.” he held his arms open to her as he was already on the ground and could easily help her down, which he did. 

after this, the friends all gathered by a fire pit just outside of the lodge that they had began in, warming themselves up by the fire. y/n continued to cling to corbyn’s comforting touch as the rest of the guys sat opposite of the two. everyone continued to talk about absolute nonsense before y/n accidentally let a fairly loud yawn escape. 

“and that’s our cue,” gave said, standing up from the log he was sitting on, followed by the two others. 

“goodnight!” the three of them called out as they headed towards the car that they all drove in together after sharing their hugs and goodbyes with corbyn and y/n. 

“what time is it?” y/n asked, running her hand through her hair. 

“a little past midnight,” corbyn replied quickly after glancing at his phone. “we can stay at my grandparents cabin that’s about a mile from here for the night,” corbyn offered as soon as he noticed the look on the girl’s face at the idea of driving home this late while being this tired. 

“can we?” y/n asked, corbyn nodded and stood up once again, leading y/n along with him by the hand. 

fifteen minutes later and the two arrived in the cabin. you greeted corbyn’s grandparents who lived in the loft portion of the cabin all year round. they rented out the bottom part so that they could earn a little cash. 

“thank god you brought extra clothes,” y/n sighed as she curled up in the soft sweatshirt that corbyn had brought along with him. the boy only nodded. the best friends sat in silence, corbyn only studying the sounds of y/n’s steady breathing and y/n listening to corbyn’s rapid heartbeat as her head was rested on his chest. 

“i, uh-” corbyn interrupted the silence. “i wrote you a song,” he finished. “i don’t know if you want to here it but um-”

“of course i want to hear it!” y/n practically screamed, suddenly seaming a lot more awake than she was just a few minutes prior. “you know that your voice is my favorite thing to listen to.” corbyn blushed softly at the compliment before clearing his throat a bit and beginning to sing a cappella to the song that he had written for you. 

“baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song when you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath but you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight”

corbyn sang beautifully. you teared up a bit but refused to show it as the realization hit you that he was trying to confess his love for you the only way he knew how to; through song. 

“i don’t deserve this, you look perfect tonight,”

he finished off. 

“that was... wow,” you smiled widely. 

“i’m sorry i know that was probably kinda weird for y-” he profusely apologized. 

“why would it be weird for me if i feel the exact same way?” y/n cut him off, a large smile growing on corbyn’s face to match y/n’s. corbyn stood up from the bed abruptly, pulling you along with him back out into the freezing night air, leaving the door back to the cabin slightly cracked open to allow some light to fall on the two. 

“what are we doing?” you giggled. corbyn smirked before stretching out his arm while still holding onto your hand. you got the hint and began to slow dance with him in dark, in the snow, on top of the very same mountain that you had been coming to with him for years. 

by the end of the slow dancing session, corbyn’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and yours around him, your faces mere inches apart. 

“can i kiss you?” he whispered. you chuckled softly and nodded as he connected your lips with his. your lips moved together rhythmically and you never wanted it to end. however, it was interrupted when corbyn’s grandparents’ cat brushed against your legs, causing you to pull away from corbyn and rest your forehead against his, a giggle escaping your lips. 

“hi nala, baby,” you smiled, parting from corbyn and leaning down to pick up the little cat that you had known since his grandparents first adopted her. 

“god, you’re fucking stunning,” corbyn mumbled under his breath as he turned to walk back into the cabin, you blushing rapidly while walking inside behind him with the cat in your arms. 

a/n: im so sorry this is so bad i literally never write corbyn i am basically unable to write good corbyn stuff so yeah sorry pals

[boomboomboomwayhoo]

lil puppers ~ zach herron ~ christmas 2017

you huffed as you struggled to carry the large box filled with dog toys across the parking lot and into the animal shelter.

“need some help there, baby?” zach mocked you, laughing as he carried his own box that just as heavy as yours without a struggle. 

“no,” you replied stubbornly. finally, you and zach arrived at the front desk of the shelter where you could set your box down. 

“hello!” the woman behind the counter greeted you and your boyfriend. “are these all for the toy drive for our dogs!?” she asked excitedly as she peered over the counter to take a look at the two very large boxes. 

“yup!” zach confirmed. “we wanted to do everything we could to help out the lil puppers here.” you giggled under your breath at how zach called every single dog a ‘lil pupper.’ 

“that’s great and so very kind of you,” the woman smiled, looking towards both you and zach as she said it. you only smiled in return and laced your fingers together with zach’s under the counter and squeezed, silently thanking him for coming up with this idea. 

zach had told you about a month back that the local dog shelter would be holding a toy and food drive where anybody could bring in anything they wanted the dogs to have. they could bring in food, treats, but you and zach thought and everybody would do that so the two of you decided that toys would be the best plan. you and zach both loved dogs endlessly but sadly the two of you couldn’t get one together just yet, the main reason being that zach was always traveling. however, you wanted to make sure that the dogs had the best christmas ever with all of their new toys. 

“are you just here to drop off the toys or would you like to go deliver them to the dogs personally?” the woman asked. 

“um,” you looked over to zach as if to try and read his mind. “we’ll deliver them,” you eventually decided. neither of you had anywhere to be, so why not! the kind staff member then informed you of where all of the dogs were held, how there were individual cages of the larger and older dogs as well as rooms full of puppies that all played together. you heaved the box up into your grip again, as did zach, and you led the way back to the individual cages first.  

you and zach stopped at every single cage, dropping a toy or two through a small opening. you also pet the dogs through the holes in the cages and gave them as much love as you could before moving on to the next dog. 

finally, you were left with one box of toys and decided that it would be best to take it to the big room of puppies. puppies always need toys! 

“that one big golden retriever was so fluffy!” zach recalled as you made your way to the puppy room. 

“i wish we could get a dog,” you frowned as you arrived at the highly anticipated room. with the puppies, you could sit down and play with them and have them jump all over you so obviously that was the one thing that you and your boyfriend were most excited for. 

“soon, baby girl,” zach promised, pressing a kiss to your temple as you opened the door and slipped in quickly, followed by zach, doing everything in your power to not let the puppies escape. 

“aw, hi baby! aww” you swooned, getting down on the ground, your puppy voice instantly activating. 

“yes, yes, i love you too,” you heard zach chuckle from another place in the room, probably being attacked by dogs as well. 

it had been over an hour, almost two. other people had come and gone but you and zach remained. you had distributed all of the toys that you had brought and were sitting on the floor together, playing with all of the puppies who were practically crawling on top of each other for your attention. 

they were all loving on zach for a while, but suddenly one of them turned around and nipped his hand and after that they all swarmed around you, not giving a shit about the cuddles zach had to offer. 

“here, hold this one,” you said to zach, passing the little brown dog that you were holding over to zach. he gently took it in his hands and began to talk to it before it crawled out of his grasp and back over into your lap. 

“dogs hate me,” zach fake pouted. 

“they do not!” you argued, not looking up from the dogs surrounding you. 

“beg to differ,” he scoffed playfully. 

“hey,” you jokingly snapped. “this trip was about the dogs having a good christmas, not about you getting the love and affection you’re always so thirsty for.” 

“you’re right. the lil puppers are what’s important,” he smiled at you, swooning over the sight of you covered in little fluffballs. it was adorable. 

a/n: this sucked so much holy crap i’m so sorry it’s also really short so like yikes 

[softscottlang]

Nothing Gold Can Stay~ Corbyn Besson

Tags: @5sos-wdw @dannyboyseavey @jonahgarl @itrytobesocial @boomboomboomwayhoo @lost-in-wonderland-x @whydontwecry @jetaimejack @thatssoherron @noodleswdw don’t ask why they wanted to be tagged, I don’t even know)

Request- Yes sorta, kind, not really

Word count- 3,021 (This was alot of work, don’t judge me)

Warning- Teen pregnancy, death and cancer.

~

~

To say you were scared would be an understatement, you were plain terrified. You felt your hands shaking from the terror running through your vein. You were screwed, your life was over. How were you going to be able to tell him? He as going to hate you, he was going to leave you.

You looked down at the plastic stick one more time before crawling off of the floor with a large exhale. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you saw the fear in your own eye and were appalled. Why were you so scared? You knew what you were getting yourself into when you made that decision. Your eye drifted over your tense shoulders, down your caved in chest and to your stomach.

Underneath everything, there was a little being growing there, a little Corbyn and you, waiting to meet you both.

The thought brought the happiest of smiles to your face but it was immediately washed away as soon as there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Y/N, you ok babe?” You heard the love of your life say from across the wooden door. You felt your heart speed up and your breath start to slip away from you. you realized that he was saying more than just that but your mind wasn’t registering that.

The door was pushed open and Corbyn had his hands on your face, turning you to look at him. The fog that seemed to be clogging your ears from your brain cleared and our eye focused on his. You wanted to scream the news at the top of your lungs to him but your mouth wouldn’t cooperate. You wanted Corbyn to tell you that he was happy that you were pregnant but you had a gut feeling that things weren’t going to work out in your favor.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He said gently, with no anger or sadness in his voice. You felt the hope slip into the back of your mind again. Lazily, you flung your head to where the test stick was sitting on the counter. When Corbyn let go of your face to garb the plastic, life changing stick, you felt the butterflies in your stomach start to erupt with anticipation.

“Does this mean…?” His back was turned toward you so you couldn’t see the expression his face was holding but you could just imagine the look of pure horror. You wanted to cry and for the first time that day, your body let you.  A single tear fell from you right eye. It was kinda soothing, being able to cry, it felt like a sweet release to be able to finally do it. “I’m gonna be a dad?”

Corbyn turned around and you saw the happiest smile on his face. You felt the weight of the anxiety you had lift off of your chest. You took a step toward him and nodded your head. You felt his hands wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest. You began to laugh when he started jumping in a small circle with you in his arms.

“I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” he screamed loud enough for the other boys to hear. You Started to push yourself away from Corbyn because you wanted to look at his face. His eyes were almost unable to be seen because his cheeks were being pushed up that high.

“I CALL BEING THE GODFATHER!” Daniel said as he quickly peeked his head into the bathroom.

~

Both you and Corbyn decided to get an apartment to prepare for the baby to come.

“I’ve told you how many times Corbyn, it’s gonna be a boy. I can feel it.” you said as Corbyn was on his laptop looking at pink clothes online for babies.

“Babe, you have to let me dream. I want a little you running around! think about it! she’s have your face shape and smile, maybe my hair and nose! Literally would be the cutest baby in existence!” He flung his head back and had a dreamy look in his eyes. You were distracted by his beauty and his happiness that you had to put in your input.

“No matter what, I just hope our baby has your eyes, I love them so much.” You turned around to go close the blinds in the living room because of the sun starting to give you a headache. You heard the patter of Corbyn feet across the living room and thought nothing of it. You quickly twisted the shutters closed and turned around.

When you went to speak with Corbyn about dinner, you saw that he was kneeling right in front of you. Your breath was stuck in your chest and you stared at him in awe, was he really doing this now?

“Y/F/n, I have loved you since the moment I set my eyes on you. You were confident, talented and kind. I loved that much about you the first time I met you. But as I got to know you, I feel in love with the little things about you, like how your nose crinkles up when you lie, or how your eyebrows are always raised when you’re happy. I fell in love with your heart, I loved the way you simply handed a man two dollars so he could get a bus ride home on a cold night with no questions asked. I feel in love with everything about you. Then you got pregnant, sure it was earlier than I would have liked but I am so happy that I get to raise a child with you. SO as I’m sitting here, shaking like a mad man. Will you marry me?”  He asked, popping the small leather box open and showing a small diamond ring on a silver band.

“Yes” you could barely get the single word out over the tears that streaming off of your face. He shakily slipped the ring onto your finger and pulled you into a kiss. This kiss was something unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before, it was passionate but pure, hungry but wholesome. You were So happy to be able to say you were going to be able to be with the love of your life for the rest of your life. You felt the butterflies start again in your barely showing stomach.

~

“Corbyn Besson, you have been putting your yearly check up off for three months. If you don’t go, I’m calling your mom!” You said as you were making breakfast one morning. Granted, being six months pregnant made it hard for you to move around without hitting anything but you managed.

“I’m not scared of my mother babe, I’m a grown adult.” He said nonchalantly as he continued to scroll through his phone, “ and it’s not like I’m gonna die if I don’t go.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out your phone and pretended to make a call. You waited a little while, continuing to stir the eggs before speaking.

“Hey Saskia! It’s Y/N, and I was calling to let you know that Corbyn isn’t planning on going to his chec-” was all you got out before your phone was out of your hands and on the counter.

“Fine, I’ll go! What time is my appointment?” He said in defeat. You couldn’t help the smirk that was on your face, he always had a weak spot for his mom.

“It’s at two, but I have to meet with Mary then. I’m asking her to be the Godmother to our son.” You both had recently gone to the sonogram, finding out that you were having a baby boy. “Speaking of which, I think I figured out a good name!”

“Yeah what is it?"he said looking up from the glass of water he had made himself.

"Ray Jordan?” You said looking at his face in anticipation. You knew his family was special to him, so you wanted your babies name to reflect that. His piercing eyes stared into yours before you saw the tears start to weld up, threathening to overflow from his eyes.

Suddenly you were wrapped into a hug and squished up against your loves chest. He really was happy that you wanted to put his family into thought when you picked out his first born’s name.

“I was gonna suggest George Lucas for his name but I love your idea so much more.” You laughed at his obvious Star Wars reference and began to tear up. The more days that went by, the more real this entire process seemed to be. Corbyn, the love of your life, was going to be the father of your child, the father of Ray Jordan Besson. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

~

Later that night, you had started to make grilled cheese for dinner, knowing that was one of Corbyn’s favorite meals on week nights. It was quick and easy for you so the convenience was great.  

You were almost done with the last of Corbyn’s four grilled cheeses, he liked to eat, when you got a text from him.

Corbyn <3

Hey Love, We have to talk about something when I get home, I love you.

You sent him back a quick reply declaring your love for him, you were surprised when he said that he appointment was going to be taking longer than expected. You thought that at the latest, he would be home at 3:30 but he ended up calling you, saying that the doctor was taking longer than he should have.

It was nearly five o'clock and he still hadn’t come home, all you wanted was to see his face and to kiss him. You couldn’t help but worry when you had started to clean up the little mess you had made while making dinner. After you had put all the loose and dishes into the kitchen sink, you sat down at the dining table.

Your apartment had a small circular wooden table in the small dining room, it was on of the things that you loved about it. You loved the small details that were placed everywhere, from the mantel pieces to the frames with family pictures on the hallway walls. You fell in love with this place just like you fell in love with Corbyn, completely and all at once.

You were knocked out of you thoughts by the living room door opening and shutting. You looked up to see Corbyn, a sad smile on his face, but a smile none the less. You quickly got up as he walked over to you and hugged him, pulling him closer than you would have ever before.

“I have cancer.” those were the first words to leave his mouth.

You were shocked to say the least but you could tell that Corbyn was breaking, so you had to put on a strong face and walk him over to the living room, gently sitting down on the couch then pulling him down with you. Once he was all the way seated, you both sat in silence for a good thirty seconds before he collapsed onto your lap and started crying.

You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, carefully running your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep, tear staining his face and your torn heart. You couldn’t help but let the tears fall from your face as you realized that he wasn’t going to see your moment of weakness.

What happens if he dies? You’ll have to raise this child on your own, not only that but you’ll lose the one person who made you happy, the one person who took all the pain away.

That was the first night you dreamed of being a single parent.

~

The next morning you were awoken to a soft whispering from the person you loved with your whole being. You didn’t open your eyes, but you listened to what he was saying, and what you heard broke your heart.

“I promise you little man, I’m gonna try to stay with you and your mommy for as long as I can, Great Grandpa Besson had the same thing, he didn’t make it, but I will. I’m gonna do this, for you because you deserve a dad. You deserve to be happy and I wanna be there to make sure you get it. Lung cancer isn’t gonna beat this Besson man, not if he has a little one to take care of.” He whispered to your stomach, making your heart eat at unusual rates.

You had to fight the tears back, but they couldn’t stop.

“Y/N, are you up baby?” he said brushing the hair out of your face. you softly opened your tear filled eyes and started to take in the man that was hovering over you. His piercing blue eye, soft smile, dyed blonde hair and his cute nose. You wanted to hold this memory forever, the moment he made the promise to live, that he wouldn’t leave. The first promise he made to your unborn child. “I hate to kill the awesome morning vibe, but I start Chemo on Monday.”

~

The month that followed was harsh, Corbyn was getting Chemo treatments every day for the first week then every other day after that. It was a grueling task to ask of a eighteen year old boy but he was strong and was making it through.

You were now seven months and trying to figure out how the hell you were going to raise this child and take care of your sick fiance. He was trying to make it seem like he wasn’t hurting, but you knew better. You knew that he was getting worse, that it was only a matter of time before he passed on. You didn’t want to think about it, because every time you did, tear wielded up in your eyes and the stinging sensation  returned to your stomach.

“Hey baby, could you help me really quick?” You hear your nerd’s voice say from across the apartment, he sounded like he was in the bedroom, but you waddled your way back there and didn’t see him anywhere.

“Corbyn?” you called out from him but you were met with an awkward sound from across the hallway. The sound was coming from the nursery. As you tip toed that way, you realized that the door was propped open. you cautiously pushed the door open and saw a happy scene.

Corbyn was standing in from of a crib that he somehow put together without any assistance from you. He was holding a little lamb stuffed animal in his arms, you started to feel the tears in your eyes. This platinum haired boy was doing everything you could have ever asked him to do, he was being caring, he was being sweet, and he was putting himself aside for your baby.

“You did this by yourself? When did you have time? I’ve literally been with you since you got home from the hospital.”

“Well the guys came over and did it from me, but I found this lamb from some of the stuff my mom gave me. It was my favorite toy until I was in kindergarten and I wanted my son to have it”

And for a moment every thing was okay, but as You’ve probably heard before, nothing gold can stay.

~

A few days later, you woke easily for the first time, you felt happy. I mean this wasn’t even something you’d have thought you could feel after all the horrible things that seemed to be happening to you left and right.

Your bed was warm, but the warmest thing was your heart. You opened your eyes to see Corbyn laying there with a smile on his face. His eyes were peacefully closed, so you knew he was asleep. You watched him closely, trying to take in every part of him that looked happy, because he did, look happy that was. His face was showing his true youth, not the stressed out teen that was becoming a dad and had to act like an adult. You watched his chest raise and fall.

But it wasn’t, it wasn’t raising and falling. It was still, unmoving, lifeless even. YOu waited for seconds, minutes for his chest to move before you started to feel an nausiating feeling, you wanted to cry but for some reason you couldn’t. You felt numb to the entire world, but then again your entire world was just taken from you. Your heart feel to your toes as it was smooched and cracked, trying to spare itself from the pain. But it was inevitable,

Corbyn Besson, the love of your life, was taken from you. He had died.

~

The funeral had come and gone, all of your friends were there, Nicki, Stephanie, Steph, Rhea, Hayley, Samie and Maia. So many people said so many nice things, they talked about how much they loved Corbyn, how much he effected their lives. They even mentioned how much they loved and wanted to be there for you.

Within the following weeks, your baby was born. The best part was, it wasn’t a boy, it was a beautiful baby girl. She had brunette hair and beautiful blue eyes she aslo had Corbyn’s nose, everything he wanted in his daughter. She was a happy baby, constantly laughing and making you happy, but she reminded you of Corbyn with each growing day. But to be honest, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

You kept your promise to Corbyn, that you would name your child after his family to you did. You even asked his brother Jordan to be the godfather of the beautiful baby girl.

Rae Caroline Besson

You used his dad’s name as well as his mothers middle name, hoping that as he watched over them, he would be proud of your choice in naming your daughter.

As time went on, you were happy but you were never happy with anyone that wasn’t Rae or Corbyn, but you had your family, Corbyn’s family and the guys. But it still wasn’t the same.

why you maybe asking?

Because nothing good, pure, happy and sweet, can stay.

[boomboomboomwayhoo]

you’re done ~ august reinhardt ~ christmas 2017

a/n: i’m not feeling very good my mom got me fucking sick right before christmas but i should be feeling a lot better by tomorrow so i’m sorry in advance that this imagine is going to be so short and probably bad i am sORRY 

“gorgeous,” august mumbled as the camera clicked again, the flash illuminating your face. “lovely, fantastic, STUNNING” he screamed out the last word, throwing his head back dramatically as you stuck your tongue out at the camera.

“wrap that blanket around you,” august instructed, motioning to the fluffy white blanket that was on the couch to your right. you did as he said, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and smiling at the large camera that your boyfriend was holding as he took countless pictures of you. 

“now can you lick the candy cane, it’d be a really cute christmas themed shot,” august smiled as you did as he said, holding the mug of hot cocoa in one hand the the candy cane close to your mouth in the other. 

“you’re so cute,” august smiled at you, lowering the camera after taking what felt like the billionth shot of you. august had always wanted to take pictures of you, however you always refused since you never felt quite confident enough. tonight, however, something sparked in you and you suddenly felt ready to take on the camera. he scooted over to the spot you were sitting in the middle of the living room in front of the couch, fairy lights strung across it to ‘match his aesthetic.’ 

“look at this one!” he exclaimed as he flipped through the photos. in this particular one, you were smiling big, laughing at something that he had said. 

“aw, talk about a cute couple!” jack cooed, walking into the room. “can i take some pictures of you two together?” he asked august excitedly. august contemplated whether or not he should trust his beloved camera in the hands of jack before he rolled his eyes and huffed. 

“be careful with her,” august warned, resulting in you rolling your eyes dramatically at how protective he was of his camera. 

“yeah yeah,” jack responded, taking the camera into his hands gently and turning it around to face the two of you. “now, uh, be cute!” jack demanded, holding the camera up to his face and resting his finger on the button that would take the picture. you and august looked to each other, unsure of what to do for the picture. 

spontaneously, august put his hand on your cheek, his other hand on the back of you neck, pulling you closer. you giggled just before your lips connected, making for a perfect picture. 

“okay that’s adorable, now uh,” jack muttered, “y/n why don’t you kiss august cheek, that’d be cute, right?” jack rhetorically asked, preparing to take another photo. you nodded, leaning in to place the kiss on his cheek. just as your lips made contact with his skin, he leaped forward, jack hissing as he nearly dropped the camera. 

“nope, nope, nope, okay yup you’re done” august spewed out, taking his camera back into his own grip. jack looked to you, scared that august would yell at him for not being more careful but you only shook your head and laughed. 

“be more careful next time, yeah?” august told jack, setting his camera down on the couch. 

“yeah, sorry, man. gotta blast!” jack exclaimed, jumping up and fleeing from the room.

“you’re so lame,” you laughed at august, him acting offended before you both burst out laughing for no reason. 

a/n: i’m so sorry i could have made this so much better with just a little more time put into it but i’m so exhausted i’m so sorry also this isn’t very christmas related i’m literally SO sorry, i hope you kinda liked it anyways?

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Being Corbyn’s Twin sister would include...

Be an iconic duo

Having crazy adventures at the age of 10

being insanely protective of each other 

making fun of Corbyn for his nerdiness 

being the videographer for all of his youtube videos and covers

“Stop making that face you idiot! It looks bad on the camera”

“Sorry, I was imitating you”

Giving mom a heart attack at age when you both decided to try bleaching your hair one night while she was gone

Being Jordan’s favorite sister 

Having a weird obsession with trying to make people laugh

being best friends with Christina

Facetimeing her every night

“Corbyn give me my phone back! I was using it!”

“but she’s my girlfriend!”

“For now Matthew, for now.”

Teasing each other about being mom’s favorite

Getting grounded because Corbyn told on you for cussing

Shaving his eyebrow when he was asleep for telling on you

not talking to each other for a day after that

that one day apart being the hardest day of you life

the morning after the day apart, you find Corbyn sleeping on the floor outside your room

covering him up with a blanket because he looks cold. 

Sending meme worthy snapchats to each other 

having a 578 day streak

getting noticed in public and taking pictures with amazing fans

tweeting the most randomest of thoughts

Being extremely close with all of the guys 

Corbyn rejecting any of the guy having a crush on you *cough* Jonah *cough*

reminding him about the cookies whenever you get the chance because he hates it

This was part of the prize for my contest, thank you to the amazing @wdwaestheticcs for requesting this as her prize!

Also a big thank you to @jonahjunkie for helping me out when I was struggling towards the end! <3