why don't we imagines

our song ~ c.b

y/n fried an egg in a pan while humming to herself. the sun had just come up and the house smelt like syrup from the pancakes she made only minutes before.

"just a small town girl," she sang quietly. "living in a lonely world."

she continued to sing to herself for a minute or two until corbyn came down the stairs. he came down quietly so she wouldn't hear the music he was putting on.

'don't stop believin' by journey filled the house and a warm smile crept onto y/n's face. "good morning to you too, corbyn."

"good morning, beautiful." he walked into the kitchen and smelt breakfast. "what's the occasion?"

"nothing much." corbyn wrapped his arms around her waist and they softly sang the song.

"a singer in a smokey room,
the smell of wine and cheap perfume."

corbyn lightly kissed y/n's temple. she smiled at him as she put the fried egg on a plate that had pancakes and strawberries.

corbyn took y/n by her hand once she set the two plates on the kitchen table. he spun her in a circle while singing along to the song.

"for a smile they can share the night,
it goes on and on, and on, and on,"

they danced and sang until the song ended with the words: "don't stop believin'"

they sat down in chairs next to each other and started eating their breakfast.

"i love you." y/n said.

"i love you too." corbyn smiled.

"by the way," y/n looked at corbyn, and he was already looking at her with the smile on his face that she fell in love with. "happy birthday."

corbyn blushed and threw his head down to hide it. "thank you."

"i got you something." y/n jogs up the stairs of their house to their shared bedroom. she grabbed a small box that was wrapped with light blue wrapping paper. she jogged back down the stairs and placed it on the table.

corbyn took the box and unwrapped it carefully, it was a small black box. he opened in and inside was a guitar pick with words engraving: "don't stop believin"

corbyn's mouth drops and his cheeks flush. "y/n it's perfect."

"just like you, corbean." she says. "just like you."

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GUY EVER CORBEAN MATTHEW BESSON. i love you so much corbyn, happy 21st birthday you amazing human being❤️ (i mean not like he'll ever read this but still lmao)