Septiplier One-Shots

Thunder

Jack lay shirtless beside Mark, who was peacefully sleeping. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 3:47 am. He sat up slowly, careful not to wake his boyfriend. He paused when he felt a hand gently grab his forearm. As he turned, a deep, groggy voice became audible.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Jack lied, "Just going to get some water. Go back to sleep. I won't be long."

After receiving a muffled answer that he assumed meant "ok", Jack exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Just as he'd successfully done so, a blinding light became visible for only a moment, followed by a loud noise that shook the house as if the storm raging outdoors was actually an earthquake.

Jack nearly jumped out of his skin upon hearing the thunder. He'd hated storms since childhood, but he found that his Astraphobia only worsened as he aged, although he was still rather young, seeing as his 25th birthday was still weeks away.

He stood, frozen, for a few moments after each of Mother Nature's tantrums. After a few minutes, he finally made his way into the home's large living room.

He'd nearly made it into the kitchen (which was attached to the living room)  when a series of flashes stopped him dead in his tracks. He attempted to regain his composure for the one-hundredth time that night, but to no avail.

Soon enough, he was sitting in a corner, between the couch and the wall. He tried multiple times to get up, but he couldn't. He was terrified, and he could no longer lie to himself about that. He eventually gave up and just sat there, bawling and hugging his knees. 

"Baby, where are you?" A deep and familiar voice called. When there was no response, Mark walked around, carefully scanning the room for Jack. He heard faint whimpers coming from the corner of the room, and then he saw a green patch.

Jack looked up slowly. "H-how'd you find me?"

"I was too tired to remember that you don't like storms. I'm sorry. And as for how I found you..." he chuckled, "It wasn't very hard. Come on. You need to get some sleep."

Jack stood up only to sit back down a millisecond later. The storm was still getting warmed up, and Jack knew the worst was yet to come.

"Aww, it'll be ok Jackaboy. Markimoo's here for you," Mark whispered softly into Jack's ear after crouching down to be at his level. Jack looked at him, eyes red and cheeks stained with tears. Mark smiled kindly at the younger man before picking him up and carrying him to their bedroom bridal style. Jack clung tightly to him, his arms around Mark's neck.

Mark sat him down on their bed before climbing in beside him and holding him around the waist, stroking the back of his head with his free hand.

"Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

"I'm serious!"

"So am I. It's no prob-"

Jack turned to face him, eyes glistening and bright, and he kissed the older man.

"Thanks." Mark said.

"Don't mention it." Jack said, beaming.

They fell asleep cuddling, and ever since that night, Jack is a little less frightened by storms.