Why Don't We Imagines | REQUESTS: OPEN

Insecure! Suicidal!Jack X Reader | 4/5

That's how a superhero learns to fly,

"I hope the address is right." Bf/n mutters and I nod, "It'll be fine. Zach's not one to give false addresses to somebody he knows."

Every day, every hour,

"I hope you're right." She mutters, reaching a hand out for me. I take it and we rest our intertwined hands on the middle seat, her touch reassuring.

Turn the pain into power,

Avery
There's a knock at the front door, the voices downstairs picking up as they argue about who will open it, finally settling on Zach as his voice rises above the rest, exasperated.

When you've been fighting for it all your life,

L/N
"Hey Zach." I smile weakly as he opens the door, a smile on his face. He quickly pulls me into a hug, then Bf/n, and then brings us inside.

You've been working every day and night,

"He's in his room, Y/N." Corbyn mumbles, standing and brushing past me with an empty cup in his hand.

That's how a superhero learns to fly,

I nod, "I'm just gonna head up now, if you guys don't mind." I say quietly.

(Every day, every hour,

"Just-" Zach cuts himself off, coming back over to me and placing his hands on my hips, making me look into his eyes, "He's still hurting, and this might be like salt in the wound. Be careful." He mumbles, before hugging me tightly.

Turn the pain into power)

"I will." I whisper, pulling away and heading for the stairs. I take them two at a time, turning at the top to go to Jack and Daniel's shared room.

(Power, power, power, power, power)

I gently knock on the door, rousing the attention of the boy inside. "Come in." He mumbles.

(Power, power, power, power, power)

I take a deep breath and push the door open, "Jack?" I whisper.

(Every day, every hour,

The room is dark, he's sitting in front of Daniel's keyboard in the corner, his bare back facing me. At the sound of my voice he sits up straight, whipping around, "Shit shit shit." He mutters.

Turn the pain into power)

"I'm not like this I promise, I just-" He tries to explain the state of the room, which isn't actually that bad, but I cut him off, "Jack stop."

(Power, power, power, power, power)

"I've seen you at your worst, and I still loved you." I mumble, fiddling with my hoodie sleeves. It's the only one he left with me when he left, a plain grey hoodie with a small champion logo on the wrist.

(Power, power, power, power, power)

He stands awkwardly for a second before sitting on the bed, patting the spot next to him hesitantly, but I go and sit there without hesitation.

(Every day, every hour,

"Before you-" "Look I know-" We start speaking at the same time, "Shit sorry you go." He mumbles, "No you.' I insist.