home ~ corbyn besson
requested: yes
Can you pleaseeeeee do some Corbyn fluff. Hand holding, cuddles, forehead kisses, hugs from behind, foreheads touching, cooking together, stargazing, him coming home from tour. just alllll that cute stuff. I love that boy so gosh darn much and no one writes for him and if they do its all sad stuff, i need my heart to hurt in a good way
summary: some cute home-from-tour fluff.
warning(s): short (but gets the job done), unedited
word count: 907
author’s note: i will definitely start to write some more corbyn fluff bc he deserves it and i love him. you deserve to have him hurt your heart in a good way, too.
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I roll my black bag behind me as i wander out of LAX. my eyes search the loud pickup area for anything remotely familiar-- whether it be a jacket i recognized, the car he drove in, or even just the blonde hair of my boyfriend. i turned in circles, beginning to pull out my phone to text him, before i feel arms wrap around my body.
in any other situation, i would’ve been scared out of my mind, but right now, i can recognize these arms as the warm, always comforting arms of my handsome boyfriend, corbyn. the distinctive arms also came with the support of his beautiful laugh as he spoke into my ear and sent shivers town my spine, “i’ve missed you.”
a squeal left my mouth as i turned around and jumped up, latching my body around corbyn’s and letting my legs fall around his waist as my arms rested on his neck. i held myself close to him, taking in the beautiful scent that my european trip had taught me to miss so dearly. i felt corbyn rub my back tightly, showing me that he cares for me as i find myself so attached to him right now.
our schedules have been so busy as he’s been on tour for what seems like the longest time and just as his tour ends, my family plans a european vacation for two weeks. so now, it’s been several months since i’ve seen my baby and while okay for short periods of time, facetime and text messages aren’t sufficient when it comes to cuddles and hugs.
“i’ve missed you so much, corbyn,” i tell him and he nods his head. i hold on tightly for another moment before letting go and dropping to the ground. my time away from him grows too long again and i wrap my arms around him normally, hugging him tightly. he laughs through the darkening night and hugs me back.
“it’s getting late, y/n. come on, let’s get back to my apartment so we can catch up.”
“i’d love that,” i admit and then corbyn begins to pull my bag so that we can get started on our trip back to the house.
the clock reads 10:48 as corbyn’s body collapses against his living room couch and i sit down beside him, never being close enough to him now that i have the opportunity to be. he smiles at me and i can tell that he’s fairly wiped from the day, however, my body has just recently adjusted to european time zones and it still seems to be early for me, so energy was pretty high within my body right now.
“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you,” I tell him, “Everywhere we went was so beautiful, Corbyn, but paris, oh god, it was the most gorgeous and romantic city i’ve ever seen. I’ve always seen the pictures, especially the ones you sent me, but wow, it’s even prettier in person, i guess. There were couples everywhere and every time i saw them, all i could think about was you. I swear, it was like you were there with me.”
“aw, baby,” he lets his hand rest in mine as we sit facing each other on the couch.
“Once everything settles down and we both have a break from everything, we need to go back. I don’t care who else we invite. Invite your sister or your parents or the boys or management, I don’t care, as long as you and i are there together, corbyn.”
“that sounds lovely, y/n,” he admits, “we have to find some time to do it. any time with you is precious.”
“it truly is,” i say and then a calming silence falls before us, “it’s getting late. we should probably head up to bed. you look exhausted.”
“we definitely should,” Corbyn stands up and sends me a smile, “want a piggyback ride?”
“you know i’m never one to say no to a piggyback ride,” i let him know, “but are you sure? you’ve had a long day, i’m sure.”
“i’m never too tired to give you a piggyback ride, y/n,” he giggles and i do too, standing up on the couch. He bends down a little bit and i hop onto his back.
Corbyn starts his journey around the house. He most definitely takes the long way, running all the way around the couch with me on his back before running through the kitchen to have me slap all of the lights off without having him stop. The entire time, i can’t help but giggle at his sudden burst of energy. He runs me through the rest of the necessary parts of the apartment before we reach his bedroom and i fall off of his back and onto the bed.
Corbyn laughs as he crawls next to me into bed, since we’d both already changed into clean, comfortable sleeping clothes. I turn on my side, plugging my phone in next to me and then waiting for corbyn to be all set under the comforter before flipping the light switch off.
I feel warm arms wrap around my body and pull me close. For the first time in way too long, I feel safe and warm within my boyfriend’s arms, exactly where i feel at home. Corbyn rests his adorable face on my shoulder as I begin to drift off into a comfortable and peaceful sleep.