August 22nd 11:03 a.m.
The sun pours in from your window, illuminating your room with its warm rays. You blindly reach across the mattress for him, but your heart skips a beat when you feel nothing.
You bolt upright, the blankets you dont remember covering yourself with falling from your shoulders. Your frantic eyes scan the room looking for any sign of him, your heart hammering in your chest.
He wouldnt leave again would he? You two worked things out right? He cant still be mad... You both apologised. You made up. Right?
You force yourself to calmly get dressed, tugging on one of his shirts and a pair of spandex shorts that should never be worn outside of the house. You reassure yourself that he isnt gone as you make your way out into the hallway, every fiber in your being quaking.
Stepping out of the hallway, you cant see him in the livingroom, and your heart begins to sink further and further. A sudden noise from the kitchen catches your attention and you fight the urge to rush in and check on it.
You round the small corner, your feet barely able to carry your weight untill your eyes finally land on him, hovering over the stove.
You resist the temptation to leap into his arms and cling onto him. You take a collective breath before taking all of your doubts and worries and dumping them into a dark abyss of nonsense.
You force youself to make your way over to him calmly, despite the giddiness now in your step. You lay your cheek against his bicep and he beams down at you briefly before returning his attention back to the food hes preparing. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, your mouth watered at the sight.
"Mmmh." You hum in approval, looking up to meet his eyes. He takes the chance to kiss your lips softly.
"Good morning, Beautiful." He greets you, his voice full of energy. You cant help the grin that gets slapped onto your face.
You slide behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle, kissing between his shoulderblades before laying your cheek aginst it.
"I love you Seán." You mutter sleepily, hearing his heart thump calmly in his chest. He takes a breath that sounds like he'd just stepped onto a beach, before twirling around to face you, taking your face in both of his hands.
"I love you too, (Y/N). So much." He says placing his forehead against yours to look int your eyes. You beam up at him, feeling a million times lighter with his words. His hands fall to your jaw, but pause before they fall to your neck, his expression falling.
"Have you looked in the mirror yet...?" He asks cautiously, standing straight, his eyes pinned on yours seriously. Your eyebrows furrow.
"No, why?" You ask, genuinely curious as to why he looks so concerned.
"Maybe you should." He suggests, spinning away from you, shame coating his face. Your eyebrows stitch further together. You lift your phone from your wasteline and turn on the front faceing camera to examine yourself.
Hickeys litter your neck, far too many to count, all varying in shapes and sizes. And to top it all off, a long barely visible bruise cuts across your neck, clearly a handprint.
You glance over at Jack and find concern lining his face. You chuckle, placing your phone down on the counter.
"Theres nothing wrong with staking your territory." You tell him, trying to lighten his mood. You have to admit that after seeing it, it looks much more painful than it is. You dont even really feel anything.
"I should be more careful with you." His eye darting to your neck before they meet the floor. Your cheeks heat a bit.
"Im not fragile." You explain, reaching out to rub his back. He sucks air in through his teeth softly, but still refuses to make eye contact with you as he places the pancakes onto a plate.
Had he winced like that when you'd touched there a few moments ago? Your eyes search his face for an explaination, but he seems to ignore your proding eyes.
You step behind him again, expecting him to flinch or pull away, but instead he stands very still, waiting for your next move. You lift the hem of his shirt carefully, examining the skin of his back as you expose it.
Scrawled across his shoulderblades and upper back are a collection of claw marks, all a soft red and slightly raised. Your hand reaches out to touch one instinctively but quickly draw your hand away, reminding yourself that it surely hurt, placing your hand instead against your mouth.
"Does... Does it hurt?" You ask, guilt dripping from your pores. Jack peeks at you over his shoulder, a wide grin painting his face. He shrugs his shirt back down, turning back to face you.
"Yeah." He says, a chuckle lining his answer as he hands you a plate of food.
"Why are you smiling then?" You ask, your eyes bouncing between his eyes and his shoulder. They certainly caught the worst of it.
His smile grows, his fingers trailing across your neck like a feather, but his eyes pinned on yours.
"It hurts so good." He jokes, reaching blindly backward to grab his own plate. You cant help but smile at his answer.
"Well that makes two of us then." You exclaim, holding up a piece of bacon as if making a toast.
He chuckles leading you over to the table to eat, sitting next to you with his hand on your thigh familiarly. The two of you continually glance and giggle at one another like highschoolers, but it feels so good to have him home.
At one point, you feel his eyes on you, and you glance over at him to find him staring at you, simply examing every detail of your face. You smile at him, but his expression holds an unbreakable seriousness.
"I dont mean to stare." He finally says after a moment.
"But I cant convince myself that this is real." He says, leaning in to gently kiss your lips, your cheeks flooding with red heat. You kiss back, feeling him melt softly against you.
"Real enough for you?" You whisper against his lips, and they quickly tug into a grin.
"If it isnt, its the best fantasy ever." He mumbles, squeezing your hand that you dont remember him taking hold of. You squeeze back, returning his smile.
He's right after all. Theres no better reality or fiction than this right here. And you wont trade it for anything.
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Crashing. (A JSE×reader fanfic)
Fanfiction(This is part two to "A Leap Of Faith.") It seems that you and Jack have hit a rough patch. What with all the arguing and spitting venom at one another, it seems as if things will never be as they were. Will you and Jack mend everything, leading to...
