#corbyn x reader

[writingwithciara]

Can’t Keep Fixing You ~Corbyn Besson~

summary:  every time her boyfriend hurts her in any way, y/n runs to corbyn, hoping he'll fix her over and over again. the day's going to come when corbyn has had enough of it.

word count: 2k

pairing: corbyn besson x reader

warnings: heartbreak, angst

a/n: listened to ‘hard’ by why dont we & came up with this.

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“You’re going to get hurt again but you’re still gonna run back to him anyway, I just know it.”

Those were the words that were repeating in y/n's head as she waited for her boyfriend to come pick her up. She had been waiting for an hour before he finally arrived.

“Sorry babe. Traffic sucks.” He apologized as he pulled up. He didn’t even open the door for her like he usually does. Y/n got in and looked at him.

“Where are we going tonight?”

“It’s a surprise." he looked in his rearview mirror and backed out of her driveway. Y/n played with the clasp on her bag as she waiter anxiously for Damon to reach the surprise location. The only thing she knew about where there were going was that it was supposed to be fancy, since he told her to dress up.

It was their 3rd anniversary together so she was hoping tonight would be THE night.

It was not.

Corbyn sat at home, waiting for the inevitable ringing of his phone. He knew y/n would be out with Damon tonight and whenever they went out in public, he would find some way to hurt y/n. Their date nights always ended with her running to Corbyn, tired and broken, and he would always put her back together.

It killed him to watch her leave whenever he fixed her because he didn't like to see her repeat the same habits all over again. He was in love with her but there was nothing he could do to convince her to leave Damon.

As he waited, he went through their photos and videos together. His absolute favorite photo was one that Jonah had taken of her. She was gazing at a large, open field of sunflowers. They were her favorite and the smile that adorned her face was the brightest thing in Corbyn's life. He missed seeing it.

Around 9:30, his phone began to ring. He didn't even have to check the caller ID to know it was y/n. The ringtone was all he needed to hear.

"Where are you tonight?" he sighed. He could hear y/n take a deep breath on the other end before she spoke.

"Montclaire's. The one downtown." y/n sniffled. Corbyn grabbed his keys and got in the car.

"Go inside, where it's safe, and stay there. I'll be there in 10 minutes." he pulled out of the driveway and headed downtown. He knew he shouldn't keep rescuing her but it was a pact they had made over 7 years ago. They would always be there to fix the other if their heart was broken. Unfortunately for Corbyn, his heart was breaking and he couldn't let her know.

When he pulled up to the restaurant, y/n stood up off the curb and Corbyn got out to open the door for her.

"I told you to go inside where it was safe." he sighed and shut her door, climbing back into the driver's seat and heading far away from the fancy dining establishment.

"I know. But Damon was still inside and I didn't want to see his stupid face again." she grabbed a tissue from the glove box and wiped underneath her eyes. "Thank you for coming to get me, even though you hate doing it."

"I don't hate it. I just want you to be safe." he kept his eyes on the road but he could feel her eyes burning a hole in the side of his head.

"I know." she sighed. "I'm lucky to have you."

Their conversation ended there and Corbyn pulled up to his house, knowing it was where she wanted to go. They both climbed out of the car and went inside. Corbyn grabbed her favorite hoodie and a change of clothes from his room before meeting her in the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get a bath set up for you, alright?"

"Okay. Thank you." she looked through his fridge for the drinks she kept hidden from the other boys. When she found one, she chugged it quicker than it took her to open the bottle. Corbyn returned a few minutes later to inform her that her bath was ready. Y/n disappeared in the bathroom, leaving Corbyn alone for the next hour.

It wasn't long before Jack was walking through the door. He saw Corbyn and raised and eyebrow at his disheveled look.

"Y/n?"

"Mhm." Corbyn had his eyes closed and he felt the couch sink next to him. "She's in the bath right now."

"Bro, how much longer are you going to keep fixing her? Can't you just tell her how you feel about all of this? It's obviously hurting you & I don't like seeing my best friend go through the same heartbreak as the girl he loves. You two deserve so much better than what you have."

"Don't you think I know that she deserves better? God, she is the greatest person I know. An angel in the best possible way. But I can't help it if she loves Damon."

"He doesn't deserve her love. Not after the way he's been treating her."

"I know that. And part of me likes to believe that she knows it too. She's just too stubborn to leave him because she thinks she doesn't deserve better." Corbyn opened his eyes and looked at his best friend. "I love her so freaking much, Jack. I hate this feeling."

"I know, Corbyn. I know."

Corbyn got up and went to lay down in his room. He thought that counting the sounds his clock made would help him fall asleep so he could forget about today, but he was wrong.

About half an hour later, his bedroom door opened and he didn't even have to look up to know it was y/n. She slowly made her way to his bed and laid with him.

"How was your bath?"

"It was relaxing. Thank you."

"No problem." he paused. "Are you really done with Damon this time or are you going to run right back to him as soon as he apologizes?"

"He already apologized. Called me while I was in the bath." she took a breath. "Told him I really had to think about this one, but I probably won't go back this time."

"Good. He doesn't deserve your love if he's going to hurt you every other damn day." Corbyn turned his head to look at her. She was staring at the ceiling. "But we both know you're going to go run back to him and then the cycle is going to repeat next week."

"I can't help that I love him. He's all I got."

"That's bull & you know it. You got me."

"I meant romantically. Romantically, he's all I got. I don't have much options, Corbyn."

Corbyn didn't respond with words. He just shook his head and laughed dryly. This caused y/n to sit up straight.

"You act like I have other options!" y/n began to raise her voice.

"If you actually took the time to realize how amazing you are, you'd see that there is always more options. Some may even be close by." Corbyn sat up too.

"I'm not attractive. I'm really lucky that Damon has stayed with me this long."

"Dude, stop putting yourself down. You are so beyond beautiful. And if you don't believe me, ask Jack or any one of the guys. They'll all tell you the same thing."

"Oh yeah, I'm so sure they will." y/n climbed off the bed and began pacing. "Why are you even more concerned about tonight than you've ever been?"

"Did you ever stop to think that I'm always trying to mend your broken heart because I love you? It kills me to help you and every single time I do, I hope thay maybe you'll realize just how in love with you I am and that you'll finally leave Damon for good. But I'm sick and tired of fixing you, only for you to keep repeating the cycle every damn week." Corbyn sighed. "I can not keep fixing you, y/n. It hurts too much."

Y/n quickly went to the bedroom door and opened it. She locked eyes with Corbyn but quickly looked away.

"Where are you going?"

"When you start making sense again, I'll come back. But for now, I'm gonna go sleep on the couch."

The rest of the night was quiet. Corbyn didn't sleep at all so he was wide awake when he heard y/n leave. Maybe confessing his love wasn't the greatest thing.

"Good morning, Corbyn." Jack greeted his roommate cheerfully but earned a groan is response. "Well, technically, it's afternoon now. So, good afternoon."

"Jack, I think I fucked up last night."

"What did you do?"

"I told y/n that I was in love with her and that I couldn't keep fixing her, just so we both can get hurt."

"And what did she say?"

"She said I wasn't making any sense and that she was going to sleep on the couch. I stayed awake all night, trying to convince myself to go out and talk to her but I couldn't do it. I was awake when she left this morning. It was really early too." Corbyn sighed. "She hates me."

"She doesnt hate you."

"She definitely hates me." he shook his head and drank his coffee. "I need to see her."

"Call her. Maybe she's just at home & maybe she didn't go to Damon's, like I know you're thinking."

"No. I gotta go see her. I can't call. What I gotta say has to be said in person." he quickly stood up. "It's too personal and emotional."

"Well, then go get her buddy." Jack patted his friends on the back and retreated to his bedroom with his coffee. Corbyn grabbed his keys and when he opened the front door, y/n had her fist raised and was ready to knock.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" Corbyn looked down at her. "Shouldn't you be with Damon?"

"Actually, I just got back from his place. We, uh, broke up."

"Did you actually break up or are you gonna end up running back, like you're so used to doing?"

"Well, I broke up with him so I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna run back to him." she looked down at her feet. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah. You know you don't have to ask." Corbyn let y/n in and followed her to the kitchen. "Have a seat. I can make some lunch."

"I don't really feel like eating. Can we just sit and talk?"

"For sure. Yeah." he sat at the counter with her and sighed. "I am so sorry for what I said last night."

"Why? You didn't say anything wrong."

"Yes I did. I told you I loved you, told you I couldn't keep fixing your broken heart and then you said I didn't make sense and you proceeded to sleep on the couch. I was stupid for ever bringing any of that up."

"I didn't get any sleep."

"Come again?" his attention was on her again.

"I stayed up all night trying to process what you said and I came to the conclusion that I had to breakup with Damon once and for all. It's just not right to keep dating a guy who keeps hurting me when I'm so much more loved by the greatest human being ever. The same guy who I coincidentally have been in love with for the last 6 years."

"I really hope you're talking about me." Corbyn smiled and held out his hand, the smile only growing bigger at the sight of y/n's smile and the feeling of her hand being placed in his.

"Of course I'm talking about you, Corbyn. I'd be an idiot not to love you. And I'm sorry it took me so long to actually realize the truth."

"You don't have to be sorry. I should've said something before you met Damon. We could've been so happy together."

"Dude, we're 23 years old. We've got the rest of our lives to be happy together."

"Okay, yeah. I'm okay with that." Corbyn smiled and kissed y/n's knuckles. "You and me forever, huh? I really like the sound of that."

"Yeah, me too." she looked into his eyes and held his gaze. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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[corbs-seavy]

“hows new york holding you”

A corbyn besson imagine

warnings:fluff;it's a little small 

Corbyn had not been answering your calls or text,it was like he was ignoring you. he had never done this to you before but all you could do is just wonder, is he cheating, does he not have time for you anymore the last text he sent you was “hows new york holding you”. you sat in bed thinking of all the possibilities, then you hear a knock than another then another. by then you've had it so you walked down stairs and told your parents who were in the kitchen making dinner you'd get the door. when you opened the door you almost fainted;it was corbyn holding a bouquet of y/f/f. you stood in the door silent; finally he grinned  he said “how's new york holding you” all you could do is leap into his arms your parents watching. he was holding you for what felt like hours and you finally let go and said grinning with tears running down your cheeks “ omg i thought you were ignoring me, i'm so happy to see you it's been-” you were cut off by corbyn saying with a chuckle “3 months” he kissed you but it was something about the kiss that made you love him even more. when you guys let go you saw your parents, then they said “come on lovebirds dinners ready” you both laughed at the comment. after dinner you and corbyn sat in your room cuddled in the sheets with the blanket over the both of you, “i missed you so so much” you said. ‘’i missed you too baby.” you were both about to sleep then you spoke “corbyn” “yes y/n” you said with a grin “don't ever leave me on read again” he said back chuckling “sure thing y/n.” then he kissed you goodnight. 

my first fic give me some feedback anyway until next time lovies ♡ !!

[munchyn]

: :Tour Bus /Bunk Beds: :wdw x reader

Summary: When one of the members jokes comes to life you end up embarrassing yourself. [Based off of the Halogen where Zach was talking about falling out of their tour bus bunks]

Word count: 706

Warning: Falling off a bunk bed.

A/N: Based on the Halogen where they asked if anyone had fallen from their bunks in the tour bus before. So yeah, with that said, continue reading.

I was on the tour bus with the boys. I was their photographer and tonight they had finished their first concert of the tour. While they had been out a bit with the fans,  I had gone to the bus before them to change into my pajamas and maybe checking the photos I had taken after catching up on social media.

The boys went into the bus laughing and kind of sweaty... and they stunk. Actually, you know what? Just ignore what I just said. "Hey, guys,"  I called them over. "Just need to make sure you're okay with the pictures." I turned my laptop a little as a sign for them to come to look.

"You know we don't mind any of them," said Corbyn as they came over to see.

"I still need to make sure," I tell him. "Just in case." They said all of the pictures where okay and we hung out a bit on the bus. Finally, after a while, I felt sleep coming and told the guys I was going to go to sleep. "I'm going to go to sleep."

"Be careful not to fall from your bunk Y/n!" said Zach. I glared at him and went to my bed. I closed the curtain and pulled my phone out. I was bored and needed to do something to make me feel tired. I chose to go onto Wattpad. I know, I know. Please don't judge me, but anyway I got onto Wattpad and started reading stories that limelights had written about the boys. Some were cringe-worthy and some not as much. It may sound weird but I wanted to see what fans thought it would be like to be in a relationship with Corbyn, Jack, Zach, Jonah, and Daniel (my personal favorite is Never Let Go by acoolusernamethatidk).

After reading a whole bunch of fanfiction (of many different fandoms),  I felt that it was my time to rest, at last. I turned off my phone and went to sleep. Hopefully, I slept well enough to not fall face-first into my cereal first thing in the morning.

Daniel POV

I woke up to the song Cotton Eye Joe playing. Nah, I'm just kidding. I woke up to the sound of something falling near me. I pulled back the curtains to see it was morning. I looked down at the ground. To be honest, I never thought I'd see what I just saw.

Y/n lay on the ground in a very weird position. Did she just fall from her bunk? I thought. Was she okay?

I looked left and right. Was anyone else awake? I got out of my bed and squatted next to Y/n's sleeping body. I poked her shoulder to see if she would wake up. Obviously, she didn't. I mean, Y/n's a very deep sleeper, and I mean very deep sleeper. I put my hand on her shoulder and on her back and shook her awake (or at least tried to). She mumbled something I didn't understand,

"What's going on?" asked Jack sleepily from his bunk.

"I'm trying to wake Y/n up but she's not moving," I say.

"Why's she on the ground?"

"I think she may have fallen from her bunk," Jack was now out of his bed and next to me. "Let's move her to the couch." Jack nodded. We moved her and then waited for the rest to wake up.

Zach POV

"Ow! My arm!" I heard someone scream. That was what I woke up to. May I say it was not pleasant.

"You fell from your bunk thirty minutes ago and now is when you scream in pain?" I heard Daniel say after the scream. "You literally just woke up and you scream about something that happened half an hour ago."

I got out of bed (against my will) in curiosity about what was happening. "What's going on?" I ask groggily.

"Y/n fell out of her bunk," said Jack. I turned to look at Y/n.

"I told you to be careful last night didn't I Y/n," I say. Y/n glared at me. She was holding the arm that I assumed was hurt. She stuck out her tongue.

"Shut up Herron."

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[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

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•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 💕~

[wdydontwe]

Roller Coasters

Pairing: Corbyn X reader

Prompt: You and Corbyn get on a roller coaster when bad things happen

Warnings: nothing but fluff :)

Status: Best friends 

I walked down the aisle of screaming children, romantic lovers, and parents attempting to catch up with their kids. I squeezed His hand tighter. 

Corbyn, I am terrified of roller coasters, why the hell are we going on one that is 300 feet up?!” I asked. He laughed and momentarily looked at me. 

“Don't worry your going to be fine, all you have to do is scream”   

“That sounds sexual” Jack said giggling with Zach I turned my head and walked away as he got on the ride Jack slurped his Slurpee and frowned 

“it  would suck if they got stuck on that ride you know” he mumbled I looked at him from my seat.

“HOW you dare say that AVERY” I yelled he laughed and waved good bye yelling  I always will like you as we went up 

Just as I screamed preparing to go downhill I felt the ride stop I looked at Corbyn and almost had a heart attack. 

“Corbyn”

“Shit shit shit okay this is not supposed to happen”

“You think??” I yelled back trying to catch my breathe. 

“Damn I understand you now” he whispered I slapped his arm harshly and stared him in the eyes. 

“All those times I said I'm scared and you told me you knew how I felt was a lie Corbean” I questioned he turned red

“Look y/n I always tried to I just-”

“Were gonna die”

“No were noooootttt” he screamed as the roller coaster went 30 mph down hill and we started on the ride after we got off  I smirked as the boys were anxiously worried asking us if we were okay Zach looked at me in horror. 

“Are you okay?”

“I'm good bro lets go home I'm tired” I replied they all worried as we got in the car right as we were pulling up I mumbled something causing all the boys to laugh.

“You know I think im not afraid of roller coasters any more “

[queen-karen-3]

No Matter How Much It Destroys You

Corbyn Besson

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You sat in your dressing room, getting ready for your big day. Your wedding day. Technically, your characters wedding day. You were the main actress for an upcoming movie, she fell in love with someone but she wanted a marriage and he didn't. They broke up and she moved on, but not entirely. She still loved him. And she was getting cold feet at her own wedding. Because she's marrying the wrong man.

You were getting your make up done when Janice, your makeup artist, brought up Corbyn. Your boyfriend.

"So, you guys still fighting?" Janice asked as she did her thing.

"This is the biggest fight we've ever had." You sighed, looking down, afraid you'll start crying.

"You guys love each other too much. You wouldn't break up because of your career. So what you kiss dudes in movies, it's not real. He has legit fans holding him and grabbing him and flaunting themselves at him and you're okay with it, but he can't handle you doing what you love?" She asked, getting a tube of mascara from the vanity.

"I don't think he can get over this. It took him months to even look at me when he saw the first movie of me and Logan kissing. And we weren't even together at the time. We were just talking. But I get it. His ex-cheated on him for months. And he never knew." You were on the brink of crying but you held back tears, knowing that if you did, you wouldn't stop. You felt like everything was falling apart and you can't do anything to stop it.

Finally, after a long day of shooting, you were back in your apartment. Dirty and exhausted. You quickly showered and got ready for bed. However, when you laid in bed all you did was think and worry about Corbyn. He had left for the tour a few days ago and you hadn't spoken since he left after he found out about the role you just landed, having to be Andrew Garfield's love interest. You lost count how many texts you've written but never sent. You lost count of a number of times you watched him and his bandmates Instagram and snapchat stories.  Just looking out for him. He looked happy. That's all you wanted for him. For him to be happy. And if that meant you weren't his girlfriend or even his friend, then that's okay. It destroys you inside but you love him. If you could, you would move mountains for him. By the time morning came, you hadn't slept a single second. You stayed up all night, fighting the tears and thinking of Corbyn.

You went onto the set, with a fake smile and a fake pep in your step. You got to hair and makeup and then went to wardrobe and started filming. When the day ended you found yourself not sleeping again. You found yourself thinking of how happy he must be, touring around the country. Meeting his fans. Playing music. His dream was coming true. But little did you know is that he was miserable without you. He hated the fact that he left when you two were in the middle of a fight. He barely slept. Barely ate. The only reason he was smiling and looking happy was that he has an obligation to his fans and his bandmates. He stayed up late stalking your Instagram posts. As the weeks go by he noticed you didn't post as often. You didn't do your weekly rant on your snapchat story. Or your daily dance videos on your Instagram. Or you didn't tweet your daily 'Good Morning Everyone!'. You were distancing yourself from your social media. And you never do that. You didn't do that when your grandmother died and you were mourning. You didn't do that when you were forced to only 20 minutes on your phone a week because of a shoot. You didn't do that when you were sick with the flu. You didn't do that when you promised your mom you would focus on work rather than social media. You never missed those videos, because your fans loved them.

The fans eventually started to noticed your withdrawal and tweeted at you asking whats wrong. You never tweeted back. You went Social Media AWOL. It wasn't like you at all.

Corbyn had asked his best friends to text you or tweet you asking how you were hanging in, or how the movie is coming along. But all they received was radio silence. Which was crazy because the boys were like your brothers. They all began to worry about you, but they couldn't do anything for the next couple of weeks because of the tour. Because they have priorities. To you, you weren't on that list. But to them, you were number one.

"Corbyn, whats wrong? Worrying about Y/n?" Zach brought Corbyns attention away from his phone to the 16-year-old.

"Uh- yeah. She didn't post her rant story again. I'm getting scared. Something is wrong." Corbyn's voice raspy and breaking. All he wanted to do was cry and hold you in his arms. But you were miles and miles away. He's never regretted anything more than what he said the last time he talked to you.

"One more show and you'll see her," Jonah reassured the heartbroken kid with a pat on the back. But Corbyn just nodded and went back to staring at your recent Instagram post. It was a picture of you on the set of the new movie with the whole cast. 'Excited for the next couple of months working with this great cast' was captioned under the photo. That was 2 and a half months ago. You hadn't posted anything since.

After performing the show, he had the meet and greet. He had met so many fans. Some of them asked about you, others didn't bring you up. Then this one girl asked him how he was doing being separated from you for so long.

"How are you doing with the distance from Y/n?" She asked, pushing up her thick glasses on her nose.

"Uh, not good. It's killing me, being away from her for this long." He admitted, almost wanting to cry. He began to breathe heavily, trying to stop the tears from cascading down his face. "God, just saying this is making me want to cry. I miss her so much."

"I would have imagined her here. Since she lost her role in the movie and all." She brought up, not realizing he didn't know you quit the movie. You hadn't slept or ate. You looked terrible. You felt terrible. When everyone began to notice the fake smiles and laughs, they questioned you about it, but you brushed it off. You began to be late to work and forgetting your lines and having random panic attacks because you felt unresolved. Eventually, you realized you were only holding back the movie, and you quit. But you quit on good terms with the director. When your agent came to visit you after quitting she realized how skinny you were. And how bad you doing since your fight with Corbyn. She had requested for you to go to a clinic to help you. But you refused. You pushed everyone away and locked yourself in your apartment to wallow in self-pity.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I read online that she was fired or she quit? I don't really know what happened but she's no longer in that new movie with Andrew Garfield." She stated, not realizing how he began to choke on air.

"Corbyn, are you okay?" She asked, noticing he was struggling to breathe properly.

"Yeah. I just... Why can't I breathe?" He asked, going into complete panic mode. He was panting like crazy, tears clouding his vision, his legs giving up on him. He leaned onto the fan for support but eventually fell to the ground. The boys immediately running over to their best friend.

"Corbyn?!" They all shouted, getting to him as well as the guards and other important people.

"What's happening?!" Corbyn asked frantically. He couldn't breathe and he felt like he was going to pass out any second now. Which did happen. A few second after speaking up he had passed out. Making everyone freak a little. But a stage manager had called an ambulance. They drove him to the local hospital in Denver.

"I'm calling Y/n." Jonah shrieked from the passenger's seat in an uber to the hospital.

You were sitting on your couch watching the news when your phone blew up. You normally ignored it until it died but something in your gut was telling you, something is wrong. You turned your phone over, a picture of Jonah making a monkey face popped up. You answered the call, hesitantly.

"Y/n! You picked up!" Jonah sounded astonished that you picked up.

"Yeah?" You asked, your voice breaking. You rarely spoke now and days. All you did was watch videos of Corbyn and the band and stayed in. Not ever really going out or talking to people.

"Corbyn is on his way to the hospital! We're in Denver, Colorado. I know we're a little far, but if you get on the next plane out here, you won't regret it. We don't know what happened." Jonah shouted into his phone. His adrenaline kicking in again.

"I'm on my way!" Your eyes doubled in size and quickly ran to your room. You pull on a pair of leggings, converse, and one of Corbyn’s sweatshirts on and grabbed your bag running out of your apartment. You quickly made it to the airport and bought yourself a ticket for the next plane to Denver.

By the time you arrived at Denver, Corbyn was still in the hospital. They kept running tests to see if it was just a panic attack or something more serious. The boys had never left the hospital, not caring that it was almost 2 in the morning. You took an uber to the hospital, surprising all of the boys of your presence and how you look. No makeup on, hair in a messy bun, and looking skinny as ever. You didn't look too good. But all you felt was a worry, a worry you've never felt before. You still had no idea what happened. The second Jonah called you, you hadn't gone online. Wanting to hear about the events from the boys rather than fans.

"Where is he?" You asked, causing the boys to look over to you, clearly, they were shocked.

"Y/n-" Jack started but the doctor interrupted him.

"Are you all the family of Mr. Besson?" The man asked, scanning over the crowd of people.

"Yes, he's our brother," Jonah spoke up, pulling you in to listen what he has to say.

"All of you?" He asked, looking over to you.

"I'm-"

"His girlfriend." Zach interrupted you, you wanted to cry hearing him say that, but you knew not to.

"Okay." He nodded at you before continuing. "Mr. Besson is going to be just fine. It was merely a panic attack from the stress, most likely. We'll be releasing him within the next half hour."

Everyone had let go a breath they didn't know they were holding him. Tears began to crawl down your face, feeling relieved he was going to be okay.

"Miss, you can go and see him if you want." He guided you to his room. When you walked in you realized how bad he looked too. He was skinnier, his hair was flat, his eyes didn't sparkle the way they used to. The nurse was sitting on the side of his bed, telling him how not sleeping and eating is bad for anyone and that no matter what is going on in life, you need to take care of yourself. But when he heard the curtain move, he looked at you and his heart rate went up. Alarming the nurses and doctors.

"Y/n?" Tears welled up in his eyes, as did yours. All you wanted to do was hug him and tell him everything was going to be alright.

"Hi." You whispered, afraid that if you spoke any louder you'd wake up from some dream.

"Please tell me you see her there too?" Corbyn asked the nurse. She turned and saw how bad you looked as well. She nodded her head as Corbyn.

"You both need to eat and sleep." She said before giving you time alone. His heartbeat still going crazy. You smiled for the first time in what felt like years!

"Get over here Buttercup, I'm all connected to machines." He spoke with tears going down his face, his voice breaking a little.

You quickly walked over to the bed and held onto his hand.

"You always had to be so dramatic." You made a small joke, looking down at your connect hands.

"It's the only way to get your attention." He whispered, looking at you, waiting for you to look up at him. When you didn't he brought his fingers to under your chin and made you look at him. Tears started to stream down your face.

"I'm so sorry for everything I said when you left." You sobbed, climbing into the bed with him, his arms wrapping around you. He ran his fingers through your hair, trying to calm you down before you pass out too.

"I'm sorry too. Damn, have I missed you." He said, trying and failing to hold back his own tears. He kissed your forehead.

"I quit the movie." You whispered after having calmed down.

"I know." He whispered back. His fingers never stopped from playing with your hair. "What happened?"

"If you couldn't tell, I stopped sleeping, eating, I was always late to work, I was forgetting my lines. I had a couple of mini panic attacks. I was a mess. So I quit. I couldn't put the cast through having a terrible actress." You explained, cuddling closer to his chest. Inhaling his scent.

"What happened to you? How'd you end up in the hospital?" It was your turn to ask him.

"I- uh. I was talking to a fan. She brought you up and your split from the movie. I couldn't breathe. I was worried sick because I noticed you went completely AWOL on social media. You never texted or called the guys back. My mind had only one thing going through it, and it was you. I was worried about how you were. Because I was terrible. I was a complete mess." He explained. You smiled, closing your eyes, feeling sleep taking over.

"We can be a mess together." You sighed, officially falling asleep in the arms of the love of your life. Corbyn had already been drifting off to sleep, but he stayed awake until he knew you had fallen asleep too.

"I love you Y/n." He whispered to you before falling asleep, hold you closer than ever before.

--

Can I just say, this is one long ass imagine.

I was watching How I Met Your Mother when Ted Mosby gave this huge speech on what love is. I legit cried... and not because I'm about to go off to college and I just worked my last shift at my job.

9/13/2017

[munchyn]

Pet Store| Why Don't We x Reader

Me and the boys walked around aimlessly. Walking down the streets of LA just for the hell of it. We talked about random things and the boys posted a few stories here and there. I looked around the street we were on and there was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, (a watermelone inside of a watermelone!) a pet store.

I ran off to the store and away from the group. "Y/n!" yelled Gabbie. "Where are you going?!" I heard her clearly but it was already too late to go back. I was already at the doors of the shop. I assumed the others would just follow me and I walked in. First I went to see the birds, reptiles and fish. Although I didn't last much there, and I rapidly moved on to the dogs and cats. I put my hand at the top of the glass and the fluffy, calico cat jumped up to "grab" it.

I cooed at it when suddenly someone said behind me, "Seriously Y/n?" I turned to look at whoever said that and I saw Jack holding up his phone. Probably recording an Instagram story or for Snapchat, maybe even Halogen. But whatever. I glared at him. "You're cooing at the cat when you could be cooing at us?"

"Shut up poophead," I say. "This cat is a million times more adorable than you. Go find yourself a poodle to compete with."

Jack put his hand to his heart and gasped. "I am hurt Y/n!" he said dramatically. Zach weht in front of the camera and screamed, "I'm the cutest of the band!"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you are Zach," I say. "You're like the puppy of the group. Better yet, the hamster." He glared at me.

"You're always making fun of my cheeks," he complains. I pulled him down for a hug.

"Don't worry Zach," I say and kiss his cheek. "I only do it 'cause I love how pink they are." I turn to look at Daniel, who had also stepped in front of the camera. "Besides, having rosy cheeks is better than being the giraffe of the one and only Why Don't We."

"Yeah, yeah Y/n;" said Daniel, rolling his eyes. "We get it. You love making fun of us."

"Oh," I said before Jack could stop filming. "One more thing, Jack squints his eyes whenever he sings a high note and it looks like he's gonna sneeze." Jack pushed me from my crouching position and I fell onto my butt.

"That's for making fun of me," he said and stopped filming. "You're so mean." I stuck my tongue out at him and looked back at the cat. I ran my hand across the glass so the cat would chase it.

I made kissy faces and continued playing until Kay and Christina had to drag me away.

*Fast forward to Y/n's birthday.*

"Let's see," I said. I held up the present that had been mailed to me by my long distance friend. A Harry Potter H/H sweater along with a ticket to Universal Studios. I smiled (and freaked out, but we're not going to get into details about that), "I'm gonna wear this every day for the rest of my life, and I'm so gonna wear it when I go to Universal Studios."

Jonah sat down next to me and handed me a fairly big cardboard box. "A present from all of us," he said. Corbyn leaned forward, anxious to see me open the present, Zach smiled widely and Jack bit his lip. Daniel started fidgeting with his fingers and the girls on the other hand were the calmest people in the room. I slowly opened teh box and once I saw what was inside, my hands flew up to my mouth. (I was inaudibly gasping.) I put my hands into the box and pulled out a fluffy, calico cat.

"Oh my god!" I screamed/whispered. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" I hugged the poor animal so tight that I might've destroyed it's lungs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I rushed around the room, hugging everyone with one arm and held my cat in the other. "You guys are the best friends anyone could ever ask for."

[munchyn]

: :Mario Kart: : cb x reader

Summary: When your boyfriend won’t let you win him at Mario Kart you get a bit competitive.

Word Count: 400

Warning: None

A/N: Hopefully I will post more often from now on. I haven’t been active on my Tumblr and I need to pay you guys more attention

“Corbyn!”I screamed. I glared at him. I threw my controller at him, but he just laughed. “Why'd you do that?!?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I was winning,” I complained. “And then you just had to go and hit me with that shell.” I pouted

“First of all,” he said, pausing and raising a finger. “You weren't winning, you were in seventh place. Second of all, I didn't mean to hit you.” Corbyn raised a brow. I tooled my eyes and slumped onto the couch, not knowing when I had stood up.

“Yeah sure,” I said. I grabbed the controller that had bounced onto the couch when I had thrown it at Corbyn. “We're going to play another and this time you're going to do your best at not doing anything to

me.”

Corbyn reset the game and we got ready to play.

[Time skip brought to you by  Albino Seavey.]

“What the heck!” I screamed. “This is not fair!” I groaned. “Why do I always lose?!? It's so unfair, that game cheated!” I screamed at the screen. Corbyn laughed.

“C’mere baby,” he said, with his arms opened, wanting me to sit with him. I walked over to him and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap. I dug my face into his neck and he rested his chin on my head. He stroked my hair and gave me a peck on the top of my head. “You look adorable when your mad,” he said. “Especially when you're mad at Mario Kart.”

“Haha, very funny,” I grumble. I tooled my eyes. Wow, I thought. How did I end up with such a funny boyfriend? Cue the sarcasm. “You know, you should be a comedian.”

“I'm just saying the truth,” he said. I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. I brushed the hair out of his eyes.

“You're adorable too you know,” I tell him and hug him tighter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, in a koala bear hug.

“Awww,” said someone, but I didn't know who as I was too involved into peppering Corbyn with kisses. “I'm going to vomit,” said the same voice.

Corbyn pressed his lips to mine. “Shut up Zach,” he said one he pulled away from the kiss. “And don't say anything, soon enough you'll be doing the same thing”

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