A/N: In case any of you have not noticed, I've started a new fanfiction called "Blood, Trauma, and Roses". It's an Eruri fanfiction so all of you Ereri shippers can just steer clear. If you're interested in a badass shipping experience ( probably not so badass...my writing is shit. XD ) then go ahead and check it out.
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Anyways, my little sugar cubes, I'll go ahead and start the one shot now!
A soft knock sounded on Mark's door, barely reaching the redhead's ears. Mark walked over to the door and pulled it open. Before him stood a crying greenbean trembling in a blue hoodie with sleeves that went passed his hands.
"Jack? Hey, what's wrong?" Mark gently pulled him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. He softly rubbed his back to try and calm him down.
"S-She lef-left me..." He whispered between sobs.
'Wishu?'
"Jack, it's okay. Calm down. Tell me what happened." Jack tried to control his tears but they only started to spill out harder. Mark reached over and pulled Jack into a warm hug. The Irishman shook slightly less and forced himself not to nuzzle into Mark's nice smelling flannel. The redhead pushed Jack back slightly so he could speak.
Jack stared at the couch cushions as the soft, grief stricken words escaped his lips.
"Wishu kept yelling at me, saying she wanted to get married. To have kids and get a bigger house together. I'm not ready for that. I don't want marriage. I don't want kids. I don't want to get a large house and settle down.....she told me I needed to grow the fuck up and get a life. She broke up with me and kicked me out. She just abandoned me...." Mark pulled Jack back into a hug. He screamed in rage inside. Wishu was the one to have jack and she crushed him without a care.
'I'd treat you better' Mark wanted to never let jack go, to hold him close and kiss away every tear.
'Why can she get to your heart but I can't?' He imagined kissing Jack, spending every night tangled up together in bed, sleeping soundly.
'It's not fair.' He'd make Jack feel better no matter what. He would bring his smile back and make the little greenbean his.
" If she kicked you out, where will you be staying? " Mark pulled away slightly and lifted Jack's chin with a gentle caress. Jack only put his head back down as though ashamed of something and spoke in a shaky tone.
"That's the thing. I don't have anywhere else to go and she won't let me back in.....I wanted to know if....maybe I could....." Before he finished, Mark ruffle Jack's hair and looked down at himm with a warm smile.
"Of course. Stay as long as you want." Jack looked up to Mark wish wide, teary blue eyes and nodded.
"Thank you. Thank you...thank you....thank you...." His words eventually morphed back into sobs and warm tears. Mark comforted Jack until he went silent once more. He tilted Jacks head and looked down kindly into his eyes.
"Want to drink it away?" Mark knew how big Irish people were on alcohol and thought it might cheer him up. Jack nodded and followed Mark into the kitchen. The redhead opened a rather large cabinet and pulled out a few cases of liquor, setting it on the table.
" Help yourself. I'll leave you alone to calm down some more. If you need me I'll be recording for youtube. " Mark walked off in a hurry before Jack could notice a small problem that had arisen. He mentally scolded himself. He should be comforting Jack, not thinking about being a couple and getting hard. The redhead shut himself inside his recording room and sat silently in his chair for a couple of hours. Once he had made sure his problem was gone for good, he turned on his computer and began to record a live stream. He prepared for a long night knowing that some of his latest livestreams lasted quite a few hours.
Jack spent a few hours emptying the cases Mark had set out for him. By the time he took the final swig, he was wasted. His body was numb and he somehow felt worse than before. The pain and betrayal burned into his heart like a branding iron, forever marking his failure in his and Wishu's relationship.
Jack's mind drifted over to Mark. His deep voice, soft touches, warm hugs, gentle caresses. They all made him feel better. He wanted more of him and decided that was exactly what he would get. In his drunken haze, he slammed the bottle onto the table and pushed himsef up from his seat. Stumbling down the hall, he eventually clung to Mark's door for support. He fumbled with the doorknob for a few seconds but managed to get it open.
Mark stopped mid-yell and looked over to Jack in confusion. His face was a bright red and small streams of tears strung themselves along his cheeks. Jack stumbled over to mark, reaching on hand out. Mark could only look in wonder as the Irishman climbed onto his lap and hugged him tightly.
"It's not working." He whispered as he rested his head on Mark's chest.
"I can't make it stop. It won't work. How do I make it go away?" Jack balled up Mark's shirt in his fists and willed Mark to hold him in his mind.
Mark wrapped one arm around Jack, forgetting about the camera, and used his other hand to tilt Jack's head up. The green haired man looked up to the redhead with wide, sparkly blue eyes. Mark couldn't take it anymore. Wishu missed her chance. He'd make Jack his before anyone could steal him away again.
Jack cried out slightly in surprise as Mark flipped them around. Jack was now sitting in the chair with Mark hovering over him and pinning him to it. The redhead gazed down at Jack, admiring every feature as he was illuminated by the computer in the now dark room.
"It hurts..." He whispered, tears brimming his eyes once more. My heart cracked and I looked at him sternly.
"I only want you to think about me now. Forget about her." Jack's eyes widened slightly at the sudden words and tone but nodded his head and used all of his will to clear the name 'Wishu' from his head. It became a lot easier as Mark pressed his lips firmly to his and caressed his face in one hand.
Mark swiped his tongue over Jack's lips and frowned into the kiss whe he got not response. He bit down on Jack's lower lip and slipped his tongue in, exploring every inch of his mouth. Jack let out a small moan as he clung to Mark, euphoria flowing through him. Mark pulled Jack closer and sucked on his tongue before pulling back and latching onto his neck. He sucked and bit and licked at the spot and devoured the adorable moans and soft whimpers that escaped Jack's lips. He hummed against Jack's neck and pulled away to admire his work. Jack sat there panting with half lidded eyes and a bright purple mark on his neck.
'He's mine now.' Mark smirked and leaned back down to Jack's ear.
"You belong to me now. Forget about her and never remember. I'll keep you by my side and give you back your smile."
A/N:
Just an extra shitty chapter to let you all know I'm still alive. I literally did my best to make this one shit. Mainly because shit has been going down and life is fucking annoying the hell out of me so you guys get to go down to hell with me.
