The music from the party drifted up from downstairs. Jack sighed, sitting in his bed and his gaze flickered over to the clock. It was 3 am. As much as he wanted to shoo everyone out of his house and go to sleep, this wasn't his party. And friend of Jack's asked if he could host his party here, because his tiny old apartment wasn't gonna be big enough.
Jack had agreed at the time, but he hadn't expected it to run on for so long. He had joined the party for the first couple of hours, but he just felt awkward and put of place, so after a while, he just retreated to his bedroom. Jack lay down in his bed, pulling the covers tight around him and snuggling down deeper into the sheets. He was tired, and all he wanted to do was sleep, but the faint sound of the party down stairs kept him awake.
Not because it was too loud, but simply because it made Jack feel lonely. While he didn't want to be partying downstairs, he felt left out because he could hear a bunch of people having fun with out him. Jack sighed. The loneliness seemed to over power his will to sleep, so he lay awake. Moments later, tears fell from his eyes and ran down his cheeks. He had never felt so left out before.
Suddenly, something shifted in the room, it was all around him, but not touching him. Jack pushed himself up into a sitting position, his tears stopping as he looked around his room. It was as if the darkness itself was moving. He then felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him, pulling him back so he was laying on someone's chest.
Jack turned his head, his bright blue eyes looking up at the person who was holding him, his curiosity overpowering any fear he might have. The man who was holding the Irishman was looking down at him kindly, his raven hair hanging slightly over his face and his chocolate brown eyes full of concern. Jack could see the tendrils of darkness feeding into the man's back, giving him a physical form and feeling, but that didn't seem to bother him. If anything, he was kinda hot.
Jack turned back around, laying his head gently on the man's chest and letting his eyes flutter shut as the man's deep voice hummed a soothing tune. He ran his fingers through Jack's green hair, lulling him off to sleep, but not before he felt the man press a kiss to his head.
He could really get used to this.
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Middle of the Week Motivation
Fanfiction(Mostly) Septiplier and (few) xreader one shots updated every "Wednesday" as a little motivation to get through the week. Collab with @AbigailWright7 In case you don't know by now, me and Abi write stories that always end happily ever after, so do...
