Septiplier One-Shots!

Neighboring pt.1

Jack loved where he lived, he really did. There was enough space for him and his things, but not so much space that he was overwhelmed. The wall color was beautiful, too. A deep blue color, freshly painted. He wouldn't want to move anytime soon. But he was gonna burn the place to the ground if his neighbors didn't stop being so loud all the time. 

Jack didn't understand. He didn't work a full shift everyday, and no matter what time he came home, he would always hear loud, boisterous noises coming from the people on the floor above him.  And it was never the same sound, either. One day it was a trumpet, which, after several loud blows was thrown against Jacks ceiling, or their floor. Another day it was loud Japanese music, along with multiple feet stomping across the floor in an awkward pattern. Jack honestly thought that he heard some porn blasting out of their speakers at one point, but decided that it would be best to forget about that.

Jack honestly didn't care what it was, he just wanted it to stop. He thought about it. He could bust down the door yelling " CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKERS" and karate chop their necks. Or he could write a letter politely asking them to stop being so loud. Seeing as Jack didn't want to get kicked out of his apartment, he opted for the later option.

He writes a letter, nothing too long or sloppy, just a short, sweet paragraph asking them too quiet down a little. He brings it to work with him tomorrow, planning to slide it under the aggravating neighbors door when he walks into the building. He spends most of his day day dreaming about finally having some peace and quiet. He literally jumps out of his chair and almost runs to his car when his shift is over. He cannot wait to get a good nights sleep.

He giggled as he walked up the stairs, hearing Darude Sandstorm play through what was assumably a speaker or two. He tip toed up to the door, shaking with excitement. He lets out a whoop as he slides it under the door and hears the music go down by at least half the volume. He grins and runs downstairs to his apartment, hurriedly throwing the key into the lock and running into couch, relaxed when the volume doesn't go back to the volume it wasn't before, but it went down even lower than when he first walked into the building. He let out a sigh of relief. Looks like a full night of sleep tonight.

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Jack was wrong. He didn't get a full night of sleep, though it wasn't the music that woke him. He wished it was something as simple as the music.

He lay in bed, television blaring something  about gay people breaking their backs on a mountain, dozing to the monotonous, yet familiar, sound.

And then someone knocked. At first he didn't even hear it. He wasn't used to people knocking on his door in the middle of the night, and he was trying to get a full night sleep for once. Soon, he realized, that he would have to get the door, seeing as the knocks only became louder as time went on. Maybe it would be his noisy upstairs neighbors coming to apologize. Jack smiled at the thought, simultaneously pulling himself out of bed. He glanced at his balled up sweatpants on the floor, deciding that his porn watching neighbors could handle a somewhat scrawny man in Fallout boxers.

He pulled the chain out of its place and peered out of the door. He flinched as a crumpled piece of paper was shoved in his face. He pulled back, waving his hand in front of his face, spitting the small pieces of paper from his mouth. 

" Hey! What th' hell was that for?" He pulled the door open completely, an action which he regretted immediately. 

Standing in his doorway was a man about his height, holding a box of cookies, some of which looked as if they were bitten or picked over, and a quart of milk. He had a mop of vivid purple hair on his tanned head, and a sheepish sort of smile on his face. Said face was covered in a scruffy beard, along with large chocolate eyes that the Irishman almost fell into immediately. But Jack honestly wasn't concerned about that, though he felt bad for the cookies that had to endure whatever the hell this random guy put them through..

No, what put Jack over the edge was the fact that this guy came to his door almost completely naked. He was wearing, from what Jack could see, a pair of workout shorts and glasses. Jack liked to think of himself as pansexual, but seeing this guy made him dive into the deep end of the gay pool. He regretted not putting on pants.

The almost-naked guy stuck his hand out. " Hey, I'm Mark. Your upstairs neighbor. I, uh, I wanted to apologize."

Jack ignored the outstretched hand and gestured inside. " Come on in, buddy. I was gonna talk to you anyways." He held out his arm for the plate of cookies.

Mark nodded slowly, carefully handing Jack the already wobbling plate and picking up the note with one hand on his way in.

He sat at the table and passed the note to his neighbor.

" We, uh, wrote you a response to your letter. We kinda didn't know that anyone was being bothered by this. Or that anyone lived in this apartment."

Jack looked up from the sweet apology that was scribbled on the paper. 

" Really? The landlord said he was gonna tell everyone. I wonder how he forgot you."

Mark shrugged. " Yes, but Swanchers is a lazy asshole. He probably dicked around and then told you he did it."

Jack nodded and grabbed a cookie. He stood up and grabbed two mugs, handing one to the half naked man leaning on the counter.

He joined him, taking an oddly shaped cookie and dipping it in milk. He glanced at Mark and was surprised to see the handsome man staring at him. The sudden eye contact caused both men to turn light shade of pink.

After finishing several cookies each, Mark slammed his Star Wars themed cup onto the counter, startling the slightly shorter man.

 He stared deeply into the Irishman's sky blue eyes, gulping and preparing himself for the words he was about to say.

" I guess I need to explain myself now."

( Lol y'all are gonna wait for this a little bit, sorry. Hope you like this part, though.)