superman // septiplier

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[an] chapter one has 109 reads that's SICK
ps I love matt :(

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Jack turned his head to look at the sleeping boy next to him, his smile going from ear to ear. He had to bite his hand to stop himself from giggling because Jack was just so so excited.

He turned his head again and looked at the clock

6:47 am

Jack groaned internally and looked at Mark again. It was early Christmas morning, and Jack felt a war going on inside him. One thing he wanted to do was let Mark sleep in, and wake up at a reasonable time to open presents. Or, jump on top of Mark and basically crush the boy because there were presents to open!

Jack couldn't fall back asleep, his mind mentally could not let Jack go to bed, knowing how important the day was.

He thought about it, and decided he would make breakfast. He would make the best Christmas pancakes and the best Christmas french toast and the best sausages and the best omelettes and the best Christmas everything. Jack would make the best Christmas breakfast ever, and Mark would eat it and die because of how talented Jack was in the kitchen.

Jack smiled to himself, slipping on some socks before heading downstairs into Mark's kitchen. He hoped Ryan and Matt weren't up, due to the fact that Jack's shirt barely reached Jack's thigh, and he wasn't wearing any pants.

He skipped into the kitchen happily, twirling around because it was Christmas, and Jack felt happy.

Jack got out a pack of eggs, and bacon and a whole lot of other stuff used for morning food. Jack even got out packs to put in the brewer for coffee. Jack had everything set. He could do this.

Jack squatted down, and opened up one of the cabinets, pulling out a pan and placing it on the stove. It wasn't long before Jack heard a crash and felt a ton of pots and such fall onto his foot. He screeched at the sudden pain and bent down to push the pots off of his foot. The now weakened boy fell onto his butt with a thud, and it started to sting.

Jack whined and finally got all of pans off of him, and frowned, peeling off the sock slowly. He winced when he could feel the sock sticking to an open wound on his foot, but kept trying to take it off.

The sock came off with extra effort from Jack, and he frowned even more when he saw the giant cut on his foot. He pushed himself up off the floor, and stood on his healthy leg, wanting to keep the weight off the other. He started to limb away from the area until he heard footsteps rapidly heading down the stairs.

Jack felt some sort of relief when he saw Matt walking towards him, "What happened?" Matt asked, getting closer. His mouth opened when he noticed Jack's foot.

"Jesus Christ leprechaun, what the hell did you do to yourself?" Matt asked with intense concern. Jack tried to smile at the nickname, but felt really bad at the pain coming from his foot.

Jack shrugged, "I pulled out a pan from the bottom cabinet," He watched as Matt hurried into a bathroom nearby and came back with a first aid kit, "And I guess I fucked the whole pile up because gravity decided to let them all fall onto my foot."

Matt gave Jack a small smile, and wrapped an arm around his body, "I'm sorry about that bub, let's get you over to the couch." Jack wrapped his arm around Matts neck and walked slowly with him towards the living room.

Jack sat onto the couch with a pained huff, feeling Mark pick up his foot and put it on the coffee table. Jack winced, making Matt utter a quick sorry.

Jack watched Matt with a sad smile as he pulled out alcohol and bandages, "I'm sorry for making you have to do this," He paused, and chuckled a bit, making Matt look up at him, "On Christmas,"