Jachary Oneshots.

T - Tough Love

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Zach wrinkled his nose. His twitter was filled to the brim with toxic comments and beautiful, beautiful tweets that made his heart clench. Surprise, surprise. The life of a singer. Zach was, honestly, getting sick of it. When he first started out singing on the internet (and then later joining a band with four talented idiots), he really didn't think there'd be this much hate in the world. What'd people even gain out of it? What was the point in saying things? People were pissed off at Zach for not posting certain things, for posting things, for singing a certain song, for writing a certain song and even for a certain hair style! People might as well hate him for existing at this point. 

Zach threw his phone to the side, grimacing. Of course, he'd apparently pissed of Lady Luck because his phone bounced on his bed and fell onto the hard-wood flooring with a rather large thump. Zach groaned and leaned over, pulling his phone up. He winced at the large crack. Great. A new crack to add to the collection. Wow. Life was great. His phone dinged, a new notification popping up.

Lmao why does WDW even keep Zack around? He doesnt even have any unique vocals moral support maybe lmao

Zach's lips curled into a frown. Why did they keep him around? All four of his band mates could do crazy things with their voices! And then there was Zach. Just plain ol' Zach. The person who was just there (Zach always was just there. It was a common thing for him. So why did it hurt so much every time the realization dawned upon him?). He glared at his phone and contemplated throwing his phone across the phone in hopes of letting out some of the angry and disgust he felt for himself. Just as he was about to fling it across the room, a certain curly head that didn't have curly hair anymore poked his head in Zach's room. 

"What...what are you doing?" Jack asked, raising his eyebrows, taking in Zach's outstretched ready-to-throw arm. Zach quickly lowered his phone. 

"Uhhh...nothing?" though it sounded more like a question. Jack hummed and padded forward, plopping down on Zach's sheets next to him. He peered over Zach's shoulder, curious as to what he was doing.

"God, people suck!" He rolled his eyes. "Is that why you were about to...what seemed like throw your phone at the door? Or were you just in the mood to throw it at an unsuspecting person who decided to walk through that door at that moment?"

"Definitely the second one. hmm...you'd look good with a purple bump on the top of your head..." Zach replied. Jack let out a laugh and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, setting his chin down on Zach's shoulder. 

"You been getting lots of hate lately?" Jack questioned, lips pursed. He obviously knew. Things on social media were seen by everybody.

"Yeah. I don't really know what to do about it. It's just..." Zach groaned. "Hard. I've never really...dealt with people not liking me, I guess."

"I get that. When our fan base first started growing, I remember so many people hating on us. Because, you know, we're a bunch of dudes singing songs about love. Walmart One Direction." Jack shrugged. "There's nothing you can really do about haters. They'll always be people who don't like you for existing. We just gotta ignore them and be confident in ourselves."

Zach let out a snicker. "You sound like a therapist right now."

Jack rolled his eyes and playfully punched his friend's shoulder. "I'm the only sane person here, Zach. Literally no one else thinks logically."

"Lies. Remember that time you were skate boarding and you decided to do a trick by a lake? You went tumbling into the lake! That's very logical."

"Okay, listen here, you little shit! I was like... 17! Can you blame me?"

"Yes. I made better life choices when I was 17. Then again...I had Jonah as a mentor."

"Yeah and I had Daniel Seavey. He's an idiot most of the time!" Jack replied, leaning against Zach. 

"I'm pretty sure Daniel taught you road safety while skateboarding after the incident involving that sandwich and scooter kid." 

Jack scoffed, standing up, stretching. "Come on, nerd. Quit mulling over the infinitesimal percentage of people who don't like you and let's go to Chipotle."

"We should eat healthier." Zach said, but stood up anyways, grabbing a sweater.

"And Zach? For the record, you're not...bland or plain. Or whatever the fuck that dipshit was saying. You're amazing. Okay? Okay." Jack looked away, cheeks heating up at the sudden exclamation. Zach was baffled for a few seconds. He stared at his boyfriend, before the warm feeling in his gut grew. 

He smiled, "No you,"

"Hold on- You can't do that!" Jack shouted after Zach. 

"I just did!" The brunette hollered back.

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holy fuck I can't write-

a bit longer than usual :)

I've recently gotten obsessed with Hamilton...so,,,, lmao and I'm back in my Avengers phase (specifically Tony Stark angst. Idk I love angst ((that's why fluff is so hard for me to write))) Sorry this was such a long wait! I'd gotten started but wattpad locked me out-