✓But Daddy~ *Septiplier Fanfic* [Editing]

Hey, Jack

Jack's P.O.V.

Once I got off the plane, my heart was pumping as hard as it could out of my chest. It's been such a long time since someone close to me defended me. I couldn't wait to finally see him. God, am I scared.

I walk into the airport and looking around for the baggage pickup. I walk over and watch as several bags go by. I spot my dark green bag and pick it up, walking out of the airport. I look around feeling the cool breeze on my face.

I walk over to the road and hail a cab. Once I get in, I give him Marks address. We sat in an aqward silence as he drove. I looked out the movie. All I could think about was... Her. God I wanted her out of my head so bad.

Once I got there I paid the driver what little money Mark have me via a letter in the mail, and I walked into his apartment building. It strangely had low security. Weird. I walk up to the fifth level and walked down the hall.

"12... 14... 16... 17!" I say to myself looking at the door numbers.

I look at it and swallow hard. Behind this door was my best friend. The guy that treated me so nice when no one else could. The one that has defended me and made me feel wanted. I don't know what this feeling is... But it feels... Weird. In a good way.

I get close to the door and fix my hair. I cough, stalling for time so I could collect myself. I raise my hand to know.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I knocked three times. Was three too many. Maybe I should have only knocked twice. No. Once. Shit.

Get ahold of yourself Seàn. He's not going to care. Why are you so nervous.

I hear things falling over. I look around to see no one else in the hall so it must have been inside of his apartment. Shit... Did he hurt himself. I stood back and waited for Mark to open the door. After about 30 seconds, Mark opens the door, his bright red hair messy, as if he full down. That would explain the crash.

"Hey, Jack!" He says smiling brightly.

I smile and he hugs me. I hug back of course. He invites me inside and I do so with much relief. Once I get inside I look around

I suddenly feel a pair of lips on my neck. I blush. I turn around to see Mark

"M-mark?" I say blushing.

"I love you, Jack. I always will." He says.

"What?"

"Jack?" I hear him say.

I didn't answer. I was to in shock. I suddenly feel myself getting shooken.

"Jack! Snap out of it!" Mark says loudly.

I shake my head to see that I was in the kitchen, not the living room.

"What?" I question.

Marks P.O.V.

I heard the knocking at the door and instantly run towards it. I was in my room, getting everything ready for when Jack got here. I forgot the pillow for the guest room in my closet. I ran out of my room and into the living room.

I heard a loud crash. I turned around to see that I had knocked a glass off my side table. Luckily it didn't break so I picked it up again and made my way to the door. I open it and smiling seeing the green haired man.

"Hey, Jack!" I say with a bright smile in my face.

I invite him in. He walked in forgetting his stuff in the hall. I thought I'd do him a favor and bring it in. When I got in my apartment, Jack was sitting on my couch staring at my wall.

"Jack?" I say.

He gets up and starts walking into my kitchen.

"Jack!" I say trying to get his attention.

This wasn't like him. Maybe he was tired. I have no clue. I walk over to him and start shaking him.

"Jack! Snap out of it!" I say.

He shakes his head and looks at me, his face a bright red. Maybe he was getting sick. It is common. The airport is so filthy.

"Jack... Are you okay?" I ask.

I wonder what was going through his head right now.

"Yeah... My heads just... Can you get my stuff set up in my room. I need to use the washroom..." He says just over a whisper.

I nod and show him to the bathroom. He walks in and I hear the door lock. I walk to the guest room and place the bag on the bed. I had gotten the majority of his stuff via mail over the few weeks. I opened the big part of his bag. A few shirts, pants and socks. Three pairs of underwear and his Septic Sam. I chuckle at this before opening the drawer and putting his stuff away. I open the smaller pocket to see a few bottles.

"What..?" I say softly.

I turn around to make sure Jack wasn't looking. I look at one. Advil. Normal, he gets headaches often. Mostly from yelling so much. I chuckle at this. I look at the next bottle. Vitamin C Vitamins. He told me something about this. I look at the last bottle. My heart sank reading it. This bottle was different. It was orange and was prescribed to him. I read the label.

William McLaughlin, Seàn
Evaliv 180g
Dr. T Nicolas
Take one, twice daily on full stomach

I stare at the bottle for a second. Is this... What I think it is? I pulled out my phone and searched the name.

"Evaliv is a common Antidepressant... Yadda yadda yadda... Side effects include tremors, drowsiness, dry mouth ext..." I say to myself softly.

I drop the bottle and stand up. I start walking around with my hands on my forehead in disbelief. I walked around for a moment before I set up his pills on the side table, along with his glasses that I found picking up his bag. I can't believe he didn't tell me he took Antidepressants...

I walk out of the room and down the hallway. Was Jack still the washroom? What's going on. I knock on the door.

"Jac-" I get cut off by Jack opening the door.

"Sorry I was so long. I sorta passed out for a sec there. I'm really tired." He says smiling.

"Jack..." I say in a concerned voice.

"Mark..." He says mimicking me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I say.

His smile instantly dropped.

"Tell you what?" He asks softly.

"I think you know what." I say.

"I'm sorry... I was going to tell you..."

I heard soft sniffles. Was he... Crying? Nonono. Jack. Stay happy. I hug him tight.

"Shh... It's alright. I'm here."

SQUEEE! IM SO SORRY ITS LATE. SO. MANY. WORDS. I love Septiplier so much. But you know what ship I miss that needs to be a thing again. Or they need to at least colab again... Markimash. Yami and Mark like never talk and it's high key depressing me. Is it just me. Probably.