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God bless Jonah
Guess who lost her voice before her final presentation for Honors Rhetoric 🙈🙈 Was totally worth it tho 😋
ya girl’s almost ready for her senior prom
18 for 18
Ayyyyooo! Today (November 4th) is my eighteenth birthday and I decided that I was going to something a lil bit different on my blog to celebrate my birthday.
So, from noon until 8:30pm, I will be publishing EIGHTEEN new imagines. One imagine is scheduled to be published every half hour! This has been in the works since October 8th, so I really hope that you guys enjoy what I’ve written!
Thank you guys so so much for being here with my these past few months, and I hope you enjoy the lil celebration thing I’ll be having today!
Schedule for Today:
12:00: Winner - Zach Herron Imagine
12:30: To the One Who Loves Her Next - Corbyn Besson Imagine
1:00: Summer Fling - Corbyn Besson Imagine
1:30: How to Get the Girl - Daniel Seavey Imagine
2:00: Road Trip - Daniel Seavey Imagine
2:30: Caught His Eye - Zach Herron Imagine
3:00: What the Hell is a Hufflepuff? - Jack Avery Imagine
3:30: Deserve You - Jonah Marais Imagine
4:00: Basic Bad Boy - Zach Herron Imagine
4:30: A Million and One - Corbyn Besson Imagine
5:00: Divine Intervention - Jonah Marais Imagine
5:30: Love You a Lottle - Jack Avery Imagine
6:00: Mon Amour - Corbyn Besson Imagine
6:30: The Talk - Zach Herron Imagine
7:00: Accident Prone - Jack Avery Imagine
7:30: Just a Ghost Now - Corbyn Besson Imagine
8:00: Learning to Dance - Jack Avery Imagine
8:30: Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder - Jonah Marais Imagine
Me in AP Calculus
(Alternative Caption: Me every time I see a new WDW pic)
Stop. Cuddle Time ♡ Corbyn Besson Imagine
Title: Stop. Cuddle Time
Pairing: Corbyn x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 348
Summary: You have a stressful day, so Corbyn tries to make you feel better by cuddling you.
Warning(s): A little cussing (just like one word at the very end), mention of stress
A/N: Anon didn’t specify who they wanted the imagine for, so I hope you don’t mind that I made it a Corbyn imagine 😅 It’s also on the short side, but I think the fluff at the end might make up for that
The door to your apartment creaked open as you typed furiously on your laptop. You looked up for a moment, seeing your boyfriend Corbyn come in, before turning your attention back to your computer. He sat down beside you, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“What’re you working on, babe?” he asked.
“A paper for my English class,” you mumbled. “It’s due tomorrow and I forgot about it and I’ve been working on it all day and I’ve finally reached the conclusion—did I mention it had be a minimum of eight pages long?”
You didn’t look at Corbyn while you talked, so you didn’t see him reach over to close your laptop. You frowned, staring up at him. “What was that for? I’m nearly finished!”
“Y/N, you need to stop,” he said. “You still have tomorrow to finish it, and you need to take a break.”
“But I need to finish the paper while I’m still motivated!” you argued, moving to open your laptop.
Corbyn took it from you before you could and set it on the coffee table. “Nope,” he said. “You need to step away from it for a bit and come back with a clear head.”
“Corbyn, please.”
He shook his head and stood up. He left the room and, when he came back, he had a big, fluffy blanket in his arms. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table before he sat down, wrapping the two of you in the blanket. He turned on the TV. He turned the channel to Freeform, revealing that a Harry Potter marathon was playing. You smiled.
As the two of you watched the movie, your limbs became entangled and your head rested on his shoulder. You glanced up to see him smiling down at you.
“Thank you,” you said.
“For what?”
“For making me happier than I’ve ever been.”
His smile stretched to an ear-to-ear grin. “Is that a subtle way of saying you love me?”
“You bet your ass it is.”
He leaned down and kissed. “You make me very happy, too.”
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When She Loved Me ♡ Corbyn Besson Imagine
Title: When She Loved Me
Pairing: Corbyn x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 785
Summary: Songfic for When She Loved Me from Toy Story 2
Warning(s): Not that happy?? Kind of a sad ending?? Idk, let me know if there’s anything else.
A/N: There needs to be more Corbyn imagines in the world. Also, my requests are open if you’d like me to write anything! :))
He never in a million years thought that the two of you would break up. He fell victim to a childlike innocence that swore you’d stay together forever. When you left, he didn’t know what to do, how to function. He tried to go on with his life, but he hadn’t realized how much you had seeped into his life until you were gone. Corbyn was hopelessly in love with you, but you no longer shared the same affection.
Sometimes, he’d fool himself into thinking that you might come back, say you’d made a mistake. Most days, he had to remind himself that you weren’t coming back. You didn’t love him anymore, he’d think. I should do the same.
He tried to move on. He really did. But you were everywhere he went. He’d think of you at the store, when he saw your favorite candy. He’d smile when he passed the park the two of you frequented. He’d laugh to himself when he went into the little cafe you loved, hoping that he might run into you one last time. His friends worried about him, wondered if he was okay. They wondered if he would ever be okay. They’d convince themselves that he just had a bad break up, that he’d be back to his old self in no time.
Months passed, and summer turned to fall. Corbyn stopped praying that he would see you again, win you over, and have you in his arms again. His friends rejoiced when he stopped pining over you. They didn’t know that, every once in a while, he’d still walk by that cafe and try to see if you sat at that wobbly table in the corner you loved so much.
One crisp September day, he went into the cafe. The barista, an older woman with kind eyes and a thousand stories to tell, grinned when she saw him. I haven’t seen you in forever! she said. How are you and Y/N? He wanted to tell the truth, say that you’d been broken up for a while. But he didn’t want to break the woman’s heart, so he told her the you were great, acting like you had never left.
He got his coffee and sat at the wobbly table in the corner. He finally understood why you liked sitting there. He had a perfect view of the cafe and could people-watch without looking weird. He stayed at the cafe long after he’d finished his coffee. But he almost went running out when he saw you come in, the bell above the door ringing as you opened the door. He stared, wide eyed, as you walked up to the counter.
You got your coffee and turned, walking towards your table. You froze just a few feet from him. Corbyn gave you a small smile and started to stand.
“I was just leaving,” he said.
“No you weren’t,” you said. You could always see through his lies. “Sit down, Corbyn. We can sit at the same table without things being weird, ya know.”
He nodded, sinking back into his seat. You took the seat across from him. He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed silent.
A few minutes passed. Then you said, “Ya know, I’ve never sat on this side of the table before. It’s...”
“Different?” Corbyn said.
“Yeah.” You looked down at your coffee then back at him. "A lot of things are different now.”
He didn’t say anything.
“I’ve missed you, ya know,” you said. “I wanted to text you, but I...I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.”
“Y/N, you can’t say stuff like that.” He cleared his throat. “I was just starting to get over you.”
“Is that why you sat at my table?” He stood up. “I have to go.”
You frowned. “Can I text you later?”
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”
He left the cafe. He didn’t dare look back. He knew that, if he did, he would’ve gone running back to you. He missed you, really did, but now he knew that nothing would ever be the same between the two of you. If you even tried to be friends, things would always be awkward. There’d be a weird boundary that neither of you would know how to go around. No, it’d be better if you didn’t try at all. No awkwardness, no nothing.
Still, he dreamed of the days when he held you in his arms. He dreamed of the days where you loved him. He dreamed of the days that you never left.
He never knew that you dreamt of the same things.
Study Break Tag
Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.
Tagged by: @keepitwavy
Relationship Status: Single
Favorite Color: Purple
Lipstick or Chapstick: I like both, so it usually depends on if I’m wearing other makeup or I’m going around bare-faced.
Three Favorite Foods: Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes
Last Song You Listened To: Evermore from the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack
Last Movie You Watched: Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Top 3 TV Shows: Vikings, Gotham, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D
Top 3 Bands: Why Don’t We, prettymuch, and 5SOS
Top 3 Favorite Artists: Evynne Hollens, annapantsu, and Sarah Close (all of them post music on Youtube because I can’t think of any really famous singers😬)
Books You Are Currently Reading: The Complete Works by H.P. Lovecraft
Tagging: It’s too early to think of people’s users so whoever reads this and wants to do it can