1) Zach+Corbyn ⚠️

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by ashruth02

by ashruth02

•Title: "Struggles"

•Requester:

•Warnings: Self harm, hate, depression.

•Inspiration: i don't know

•Type: normal au

A/N: I hope you enjoy

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"What's up with zach lately? He has been missing cues, sleeping a lot, not eating" Jonah asks Corbyn as they sit in the living room.
"I have no clue" Corbyn responds sadly.
Its true. He didn't understand. It is like Zach is a completely different person. He would always be the light in any dim room. His laugh was contagious, and he would always pig out at any time. He always took his work very serious.
Up until maybe three months ago. Something changed in zach. For the worse.
Now he either never sleeps or sleeps too much. He either eats too much or too little, and whether he eats or not, he always ends up throwing up at night. It got worse in the last week. He hasn't left his and Corbyn's bedroom at all. Wouldn't cuddle with Corbyn at night, would't even look at him.
Corbyn had no clue what was going on, but he was determined to figure out what was going on inside his boyfriend's head.
His thoughts were interrupted by a frantic Dani running through the house.
"What's up?" Jonah yells from the couch.
"Did any of y'all use my razor? I can't find it anywhere" Dani yelled from the kitchen.
"Nah. Haven't seen it" Corbyn yelled back.
He then began helping Dani look for it, if he didn't Dani would nag about it FOREVER.
They still couldn't find it after an hour and Corbyn stopped looking when his phone rang.
"Aye bro what's up?" Corbyn answered the call, from his buddy Logan.
"Hey, Corbyn. So I just got atted in a tweet saying some things about Zach. Bad things. Asking if I thought he was good enough for you, that they didn't think so. And it had some pretty bad hashtags towards Zach. Most begging him to uh kill himself" Logan was going to continue but Corbyn hangs up and ran upstairs.
He was somewhat relieved when Zach was still curled in a ball on the bed.
"Show me the tweets" Corbyn said.
He tried to sound soft, but he knew he sounded stern.
"What tweets?" Zach didn't even bother trying to make Corbyn believe him.
"The bad ones Zach! Logan just called me after being tagged in one." Corbyn said, his voice breaking at the end.
Zach went to the twitter app and typed something in before he tossed the phone to Corbyn.
#diezachherron
#zachherronisworthless
#beandeservesbetter
#zachjustdiealready
#slityourwristssomemore
#whyistrashherronstillalive
#zachherronsucksateverything
#endzachherron
#wdwistoogoodforzach
#fuckupherron
#zachshouldkhs
#kyszachherron
Corbyn started to tear up as he read them. They went on forever.
"Why do they hate me?" Zach asked as he began to sob.
Corbyn sat next to the now shaking boy and rubbed his back.
"I don't know, baby" corbyn said sadly. He saw something on the top of the trash in the bin for the room.
Dani's razor
Corbyn walked over to it and looked at it closer. All the blades were missing.
"Zach where the fuck are the blades?" Corbyn asked quietly, not wanting the answer.
Zach stayed quiet as he looked at his feet and sobbed harder.
"Zach! Where the fucking hell are they!!?" Corbyn yells.
He wasn't mad. At zach at least.
"P-please don't yell" Zach hiccups.
"Oh. Sorry" Corbyn says as he sits down next to his boyfriend.
"Why did you take them out?" Corbyn asked, hoping his anxiety was wrong.
"P-please d-don't be m-mad" Zach stutters out.
"I promise I won't get mad" Corbyn says quietly.
Zach then takes a shaky breath before rolling his sleeve up and revealing his cut up arms.
"Oh my god" Corbyn gasps and shrieks quietly as he covers his mouth with his hands.
"Please don't tell anyone" Zach begs.
Corbyn agrees, as long as Zach agrees to try and stop.
Zach tells his boyfriend where he hid the blades and Corbyn hides them from him (flushing them) and tosses the razor back in the trash, putting ither trash on top.
He then lets Zach cuddle into his side as he holds him tight, wondering what the hell to do about the tags.
"Don't ever leave me. Please" Corbyn begs after a while in slience.
"I won't" zach mumbles in his near sleep state.
Corbyn kidses his forhead and goes to sleep.

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A/N: okay so i cried while writing this. If any of you ever need help message my twitter (@ashruth02) and tell me you need someone to talk to. I can't promise to respond right away but, I will asap. Also text 741741, it is a crisis text line.