superman // septiplier

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[an] merry crismus
this is dedicated to everybody out there who have vaginas and are menstruating during the holidays bc I am and it sucks 😌💕
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2 days after

Jack laid under his covers, practically barricading himself from everything with the use of Felix's pillows and blankets. There were so many layers on top of him and the boy felt like he was on fire, but he didn't wanna move.

He physically didn't feel well. It wasn't like he had a runny nose or a tickle in his throat, or had both his arms broken.

But in all honesty, that would hurt less than how horrible Jack felt right now.

Jack was an idiot, he was so dumb. He probably shouldn't have yelled at Mark the way he did but, jesus christ Jack was so pissed at him. He still kind of was, because Mark should have been just as angry as Jack.

Jack groaned, and rolled onto his side, he brought his hands into his chest and let out a shaky breath. Mark wasn't right for saying Jack shouldn't have caused a scene, if Jack hadn't said anything the guy would've thought it was okay to say that. It wasn't, why did Mark want to leave it alone?

As he started thinking about it more and more became pissed again. There was a permanent frown set on the boys face, and Jack couldn't seem to shake it off.

Mark should be apologizing to Jack, right? Jack wasn't all wrong in his position. He had a right to defend himself and Mark, he was angry Mark didn't do the same.

He didn't want to be angry at Mark, or feel any negative emotions toward him. He wanted to feel happy when thinking about Mark, he wanted to smile and remember him in a good way.

But he wasn't. He felt angry and upset and concerned when he thought of Mark, and he didn't want to. He expected Mark to be his happy place all the time but right now, Jack couldn't see it.

Jack didn't have to apologize.

Jack heard his bedroom door open, and heard footsteps coming towards him. He didn't look up (or rather move really) when he felt the bed dip down, showing someone had sat down.

"Jack," He heard the voice say, immediately recognizing it as Felix's, "What are you doing," The boy sighed and placed his hand on Jacks shoulder (in reality he placed it on top of at least seven blankets that were on top of his shoulder).

"Absolutely nothing," Jack replied, and he wasn't wrong. He was just laying in bed, being upset with himself.

"It's three." Felix said, but Jack didn't say anything back.

Felix signed, "Jack come on, you've been moping around for two days about a," He paused for a second, not really wanting to say what he was about to, "stupid boy," He pursed his lips, just trying to make Jack feel better.

Jack frowned, "Mark isn't stupid," The boy rolled around, making his face visible to Felix, "Mark is an angel who only wants me to be happy," He became quiet for awhile,

"I'm the stupid boy."

Felix bit his lip, and moved his arms, picking up all the blankets. He slowly crawled under them and turned on his side, his face (surprise!) facing Jacks. He gave the boy a small smile and reached out, wrapping his arms around Jacks waist. The green haired boy immediately moved himself as close as he could to Felix, and buried his face into the blondes neck.

Felix moved his hand up and down Jacks back slowly, "You wanna tell me what happened?"

Jack sighed, "Okay," The boy was silent for awhile as he recalled all the moments that occurred the last time he saw Mark.