corbyn centric one shots

another love

ship: wdw/ jarbyn / dorbyn
warnings: super sad. sexual implications. self harm.

summary: daniel fucked up, and now he's got to win them all back.
( i read something like this by TranquilChaos, and thought i'd give it my own take. please give theirs a read tho, the book is saved to my library.)

10 weeks.

that's how long it had been since corbyn had talked to daniel after their terrible breakup, but could he even call it that? they were never really dating, they were just friends fucking.

since then daniel had only been able to make zach, jonah, and jack forgive him for his stupid decision of cheating on the four of them.

he'd met carter at a bar during a bad fight he'd had with jack and jonah. corbyn was out of town with his family and daniel was feeling insecure, accusing his boy of stupid things that weren't true while jack and jonah reprimanded his actions.

he'd gone to the stupid bar to leave his awful headspace for a while, but instead he'd ended up so drunk he couldn't walk himself to his car.

he'd been seeing carter ever since he so nicely let him crash in his hotel room when daniel was too incoherent to give his address. it wasn't supposed to turn into anything but a nice guy helping out someone clearly in a vulnerable state.

but by the third hangout they were planning things weekly, often things that involved them being naked.

corbyn was the first to find out about daniels secret lover. they'd just gotten done having sex when he heard the text come through. daniel had fucked him senseless and kissed him sweetly before disappearing into the bathroom for a shower.

corbyn was in a slight daze when he'd left, the sex pink flush still covering his body as he rolled over and reached for daniel's phone. he opened snapchat with a sleepy smile as he began to record a video. he giggled softly at his messy hair before flipping the camera to show his legs and then the closed bathroom door where you could still hear the shower running.

he laughed to himself as he captioned the video 'my legs are still trembling and he's already moved on to the shower'

he saved it to daniel's snapchat memories so the older could find it to watch later, before setting the phone down with a proud smile on his face.

it was only a second later when he heard a text chime through, checking the message in fear he'd accidentally sent it to someone rather than saving it, he was quickly surprised to see it was from an unsaved number.

"can't wait to see you again, you're always so much fun"

corbyn felt his brain go fuzzy as he read the text over and over again. he knew he shouldn't do it, but he opened the text messages fully, scrolling through only a few before his breath was caught in his throat.

daniel had sent a text only 10 minutes ago.

"fuck. i miss you"

corbyn felt so stupid. he shouldn't fucking care, they weren't even dating for fucks sake.

he couldn't help feeling pathetic as a tear rolled down his cheek, his feet moving him off the bed without his permission as he started re dressing himself.

the tremble in his legs spreading to his bottom lip and not leaving even as he began to button his jeans.

he heard the shower shut off as he pulled his shoes on, his heart sinking as he absentmindedly sped up his actions. the bathroom door opened just as he was pulling his sweatshirt over his head, daniel walking out with a towel around his waist as he used another to dry his hair.