Oneshots

Somebody to lean on (Septiplier)

Alright this is just a little fluff that I wanted to write down. No kinks, no kisses, just a plain and simple comforting session. High school AU where Jack is in a school full of homophobes and he's getting bullied for being suspected as a gay.

Jack's pov:

I ran into the Janitor's closet and locked the door behind me. I clasped my hand to my mouth and my body started shaking violently as I sobbed.

I hit my back against the wall and slowly sank to the floor. I was full-on crying now. This was too much to take.

I felt someone sliding down to the floor on the other side of the door, and a gentle knuckle knocked on the thin wood. "Go away." I croaked, not wanting to see anyone.

Then I heard his voice. "Sean, don't be an ass, let me in." He said, and I couldn't help but smile at his tone of voice. Slowly, I got up and unlocked the door. Mark stood before me, his hands at his sides and his gaze focused on mine.

"Ees me, da Janitor." He said with a terrible italian accent and flashed me a sympathetic smile. With nothing to stop him, he took two strides forward and wrapped his strong arms around me, engulfing me in a tight hug. I clawed at his flannel shirt as sobs consumed me again, and Mark tenderly rubbed his arms up and down my back.

"It's okay, bud, you're gonna be okay. We're going to get through this, you'll see." He whispered with a deep and caring voice, squeezing me tighter with every sob.

We slowly swayed side to side, and I almost felt like a baby in a crib being rocked to sleep. Mark's comforting words that he whispered non-stop in my ear calmed me down, and I closed my eyes and clenched the soft flannel in my hands.

I didn't want this hug to end. I was afraid that if I let go, he would disappear and this would all just be a dream. Unfortunately, it had to end sooner or later. The moment Mark felt my grip on his shirt loosen, he slowly let me go, tracing his hands on my sides in the process.

I looked into his deep brown eyes, and I looked at the way the corners lifted with the amount of times he smiled.

I sniffled when Mark's hands went to the sides of my face and his thumbs gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. I removed myself from his embrace, and I couldn't help but feel a longing for it when I parted.

I turned around and started walking for the door, half-heartedly lifting up my schoolbag. "I'm sorry I'm such a blubbering mess and a failure. Oh great now I've gotten tears all over your shirt, good job Sean, and now I'm rambling I'm so sor-" before I could finish my sentence, I felt a warm hand grip on my arm, spin me around and throw me back into a tight embrace.

His arms snaked around my waist, and I folded my arms around his neck, settling my head in the crook of his chest and allowing his steady breathing to calm me. We stood like that for a good five minutes, and we didn't part until the schoolbell rang and it was time to go home.