Septiplier One-Shots

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J here.

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"Where the hell were you?" Mark asked the drunken man in front of him. It was 4 am and Jack has just arrived home.

Jack decided to ignore him. He started marching to his room.

"Don't you even think about that. It's either you tell where were you right this instance or you'll sleep on the couch and wake up when you're sober enough to tell me!" Mark snapped.

"I'm not drunk Mark!" Jack argued.

"Oh really? I could smell the alcohol the second you walked in through that door!" Mark fought back. There was no way Jack was getting out of this.

"Either tell me right now, or go ahead and sleep on the couch!" Jack plomps onto the couch and passes out seconds later.

"Fuckin asshole"

-you never gained knowledge of what happened, but you gained a TIME SKIP-

Jack woke up with a massive headache. He questioned why he was on the couch, but remembered small fractions of the fight yesterday.

He dragged himself to the bathroom and washed his face. He looked into the mirror. He gasped finding all the marks on his neck. "What the fook is that?"

Jack took off his shirt hoping there weren't any other marks, but unfortunately, he was wrong.

"Wait, why is there lipstick?" Jack questioned himself.

Memories from last night came flooding back and hit him like a train.

"What the hell? I thought a circle was straighter than me!"

Jack didn't even bother to wash off because his head was about to explode. He walked into the kitchen and to the medicine cabinet to find some relievers.

Jack turned around, only to find his boyfriend in front of him, studying his marked body carefully.

"Oh I see" Mark turned around, on the verge of crying.

"Mark, stop!" Jack ran towards him and grabbed his shoulder.

Mark turned around forcefully and knocked Jack's cup of water onto the floor, leaving it to shatter.

"Don't you even dare touch me" Mark said, tears rolling down his face.

"Mark, please listen to me"

"Listen to what, your shitty excuse that you probably came up with while you were drunk on the couch yesterday?"

Jack shook his head

"Oh, then it probably was when your drunken ass was out with a WOMAN" Mark snapped and turned around

"Did you like it? DID YOU?"

"M-Mark" Jack stuttered.

"What now?"

"It-it wasn't just a girl"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Mark ran towards Jack.

"I'm not. But I was drunk a-and I didn't kn-know what I-I-" Jack had trouble making out words.

Suddenly, he felt it, a slap across his face.

"You were drunk for shit! You probably knew you were doing it all along and you probably didn't stop it! Am I not enough for you huh?" Mark yelled.

Jack had his hand on his cheek. He was shocked.

"Did you just-Did you just slap me?" Jack questioned.

Mark turned around and started walking.

"Maybe getting back with you wasn't a good idea" Mark said before he threw himself on the couch, making his words understandable.

"You know what? I'm done with you" Jack finally snapped, rushing towards the living room.

"Remember that night of the convention where you left me sobbing on the hotel bed and you went and hooked up with some guy?" Mark slowly nodded.

"Well guess what, payback's a bitch"

"Payback? Is our relationship supposed to be a game of some sort?"

"Well, if you wanted me to be 'serious' in this relationship you probably shouldn't have tried to fix everything by singing 'hello' through a Skype call!"

"I can't believe you were dumb enough to fall for that anyways"

"Dumb? What?"

"You know what Jack? Leave my house"

"Youre kicking me out of YOUR house? No, you're kicking me out of OUR house dear sir" Jack snapped, again.

"Well, if I invited you to come live in MY house, I can cancel that. Go back to Ireland Sean" Mark said, his face between his hands.

"Are, are you for real right now?"

"Yes."

The next thing Jack new, was that he was packing up his stuff, towards the airport.

This was a mistake he'll always regret...