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six- jarbyn

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jack waited until he heard the shower start, knowing that his boyfriend would be in there for a while. the boy grabbed his phone and typed out his passcode quickly before opening that familiar app he knew he shouldn't be on.

the curly-headed boy had stumbles across a particular type of book on twitter one day. the book was about not only his older boyfriend, but he included. a jarbyn fan fiction. and oh how jack was deeply invested in it.

invested in the passionate ways the two characters make love, are intimate. the plot twist, and the scary accuracy

he got so into the book that once the boy had finished reading, he commented (with his fake account of course) that he wanted a sequel.

jack was careful, until he wasn't. corbyn had gotten into the shower, leaving a soft kiss on the younger boys head before he went in. jack took out his phone, and began to catch up on the updates on the books that he had in his library. corbyn having a shower gave jack the perfect time to finish reading updates, and get onto Instagram.

anyway. on this particular night, the attention was so focused on what he was reading that he forgot to pay attention to the water running, or not running for that matter, and the footsteps coming into the room.

corbyn peeked out of the room, hoping to catch his boyfriend off guard. catching the perfect opportunity seeing his boyfriend smiling at his phone, he ran out, towel wrapped around his waist tightly, and grabbed jacks phone before running back into the bathroom.

"corbyn matthew besson! you little shit head! give that back!" jack whines at the door, desperately turning the locked handle to try and get into the bathroom and retrieve his phone back from the taller boy.

"never!" corbyn replies, fond smirk on his face as he unlocks the phone to what jack was reading. after reading the first few lines, he realised it was fan fiction of the two. "aw babe, you're reading about me."

"i was not! i don't even know where that's from!"

"bullshit! is this what's made you so smiley in the last few days."

"corbyn!" jack groans softly as he slides his back down the bathroom door, letting out a frustrated huff. "just give me my phone back."

corbyn of course, ignored jack, despite his protests, instead mocking the boy.

"lets read some shall we babe? oh, this one sounds good! 'jack looks up at the older boy, his head bobbing gently.."

after twenty gruelling minutes, jack finally gets bored of the story and unlocks the door, looking out first to make sure that he wasn't going to get bashed.

instead of an angry boyfriend and frying pan to the face, he chucked as he found the younger with his head leaning against the wall, looking up to the wall and soft tears on his face. sitting down next to him, he pulled jack into his side, kissing his head gently. "why the tears?"

jack pushes his face into his shoulder, wiping his nose gently against corbyns shirt sleeve.

"m' just embarrassed. its not normal for someone to read fan-fiction about their boyfriend."

corbyn runs his fingers through jacks hair gently, and picks him up, laying him in the bed and pulling the covers up to their chins.

"I think its cute. and its not weird babe. its cute."

jack lets out a soft chuckle before taking his phone back from corbyn.

"read me your favourite babe."

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I actually don't think I can explain how much I hate this oneshot. I'll probably delete this later or something, but yall deserve a little something.

i'll try and publish requests as soon as I can <3