Septiplier One-Shots (Smut And Fluff Mainly)

You Gotta Stop Baby

Self-Harm Warning

"FUCK MARK WHY!??!!"

"WHY, WHY, WHY!!!??"

I cried out between my sobs as I held him in my arms.

Why would he do this.....

He's depressed dipshit, that's why.

"Stay with me baby. Please stay with me. Please." I quietly said as I tried to stop the bleeding.

~Flashback~

"Mark! Baby! I'm home" I shouted as I walked into the door of our shared house with groceries. I knew something was off as soon as I looked around.

The house was dark.

The TV was off, odd.

And I heard...music..playing from inside the bathroom.

"Mark?" I walked up to the door after I set the groceries on the kitchen table.

I knocked and when I got no response I turned the knob.

Locked.

That's weird...

"Mark!? Babe! Open the door!" I started to panic when I heard water running.

Shit...shitshitshitshit....

I quickly busted the door down and was horrified at what I saw.

Mark.

On the floor, unconscious.

With giant gashes in his wrists.

My hand went to my mouth but I quickly took it away and rushed to Marks aid.

"Mark!!" I knelt down beside him as I grabbed a rag, put water on it, turned off the sink, grabbed his wrist and held it to the cuts to try and make the bleeding stop.

~End Of Flashback~

And now here we are.

Mark hasn't cut in over 3 fucking months. I helped him quit. So what would cause him to do this?

I finally noticed a blade from a pencil sharpener he must have tore up.

Desperate...

I could hear his heart beat and he was still breathing, so I didn't call 911.

For some stupid reason.

We layed there for almost and hour before Mark coughed and began to stir. I was half asleep and was jolted at the sound.

"M-mark!" I nearly shouted as he blinked slowly and looked around before noticing my teary face.

"J-jack?" He croaked out. Damn he sounded like a dying horse.

"Your alive! Thank God!" I cried. He tried to move his arm but hissed and looked down.

And back up at me with shame.

I patted him on the back, saying I am not gonna kill him or am mad.

"Why?" I asked slowly, he turned and looked at me.

"I don't know. I just got an urge, held back and just lost it." I nodded as I stood us up, he was still half-dead it seemed like so I had to support him as I cleaned the cuts and put huge Band-Aids and gauze on them.

"All better." I said as I looked him in the eye.

"Not really...."

"Shush."

"Wah?"

"We will talk about this later, you need rest and I have to put the groceries away. Which the cold food and drinks are probably fucked by now."

"I'm sorry."

"Mark. It's okay." I said as I led him to our room and made him lay down with some music on, calming music.

I was walking out when Mark stopped me.

"Jack, I love you." That made me get butterflies and smile.

"I love you too Mark."

Hopefully he will be okay...

Okay, sorry about slow updates. I'm trying. I really am but I am a freshman now and shit so my time is harder to manage. But here is this. Enjoy, smut will be next. Ttyl.