Septiplier One-Shots

An OCD Problem

I have OCD and this is something I kinda have trouble with, and something similar happened to me this morning. I wanted to write about it before I forgot.

-Pey

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Jack watched himself in the mirror as he smoothed out the creases of his shirt, them forming again once his hands passed the area. He was seeing Mark's family today and wanted to look as nice as possible, meaning no stains on his clothes, no scuffed up shoes, and certainly no creases or wrinkles in his clothing. Jack was wearing just a simple, light gray t-shirt and dark jeans, along with black converse. He looked simple and wanted to keep it that way-no creases involved.

He sat down on the bed behind him, putting his face in his hands. Jack let out a small groan and felt his mind start to bubble with annoyance. He hated having OCD because this was one of the things that drove him insane. Everything had to be centered, the house had to be clean, all the locks had to be locked, and no one could pop gum in the house because loud noises drove him insane.

When Jack and Mark started dating, Mark learned about Jack's OCD. Jack had been told he's a bit of a control freak because of it, but Mark didn't really seem to mind. Of course, there were times when Jack had to go and fix Mark's hair in the middle of a recording because the "floof" was driving him crazy from all the pieces sticking up and out. Mark would just laugh and let Jack do as he pleased-it was a bonus for Mark, seeing he loved having is hair played with.

There was also a time where Piper, their daughter, had put makeup on for a beauty video with her Aunt Marzia. Jack thought it was the cutest thing, but couldn't look at her eyes the rest of the day because the mascara had made some of Piper's lashes clump together. For Jack, everything had to be perfect, and he was starting to get frustrated because he was rethinking everything because of wrinkles in his shirt.

"Jack?" a voice asked from the doorway. Jack took his face out of his hands and looked toward the source, seeing Mark there. Mark came over and sat beside Jack, pulling one of the sleeves on his t-shirt to straighten it out.

"What's wrong, baby?" Mark asked, wrapping an arm around Jack's shoulders and kissing his cheek.

"I gotta clean the house, record videos, edit, make sure Piper's drawings on the mantle are straight, and try and get my shirt to straighten." Jack explained, shoving his head in his hands. "I'm going insane..."

Mark gave Jack's shoulder a squeeze and pressed his nose against his ear, feeling Jack'a face turn a bit warm.

"Relax, Sean." Mark said sweetly and softly. Jack smiled a bit-he loved the way Mark said his real name.

"Piper and I can clean the house, okay? I'll send your videos to Matt for him to edit and we can all record a family Bloody Trapland. The fans love when we all record together." Jack smiled and buried his head in the crook of Mark's neck. "I'll straighten Piper's drawings, and we can hang her new ones in the hallway. Don't worry about it, baby doll. You just relax and have fun with Mommaplier and Tom."

"I just wanna get it all done." Jack explained, pressing further against Mark. "I love how you're offering to help, but I just wanna get it done now so I don't forget."

Mark squeezed his husband a bit tighter. "We can do it, Jack. Piper would love to help-you know how she loves to help." Jack placed a kiss on Mark's neck and moved his head to Mark's chest. Jack wrapped his arm around Mark's waist and Mark wrapped his other arm around Jack.

"As for your shirt," Mark said, "you can wear one of my flannels." Jack smiled and squeezed Mark tighter, breathing in his cologne.

"I love ya, Mark." Jack said. "Thanks for helpin' me."

"I love you too, Baby Boy." Mark said. "Now let's get going before Tom eats all the dumplings."