Septiplier One Shots

Cool Patrol

After a failed attempt on trying to help Sean get passed his bullies, we swore to help him and stick with him no matter how nerdy he was.

Honestly, he is kinda cute. He's small/short, adorable, beautiful, handsome, and all out perfect. I would be lying if I said I didn't love this man. But I can't tell him how I feel. I'm his role model. Out of all my friends in the gang, he looks up to me.

Yeah he does admire Danny and everyone but he's always by me. Not like I mind, he gives the best hugs. He'll stop by our gang in passing periods to give us hugs. He's so sweet.

He makes us cards at every holiday and gives us things for our birthdays. He's the sweetest baby boy ever.

But I just wish he would talk to us more about how he's doing. He doesn't live in the best home. He's bullied but he never tells us how bad it gets. He always wants to know how we're doing but he never lets us in on how he's doing. He doesn't seem to take care of himself but he takes care of us. It just breaks my heart.

Anyway, we're getting off track. Danny and the gang were all absent today. Danny was on a trip with family. Ryan and Matt were suspended for graffitiing the gym floor with a whole bunch of dicks. I was proud of them. Brian was out of town for a project.

So it was just me and Jack today. I was planning on telling him how I feel since no one else from out gang was here.

I started walking to his locker that wasn't too far from mine. I heard whimpers as I walked around the corner. When I approached the hallway with Jack's locker I found him on the ground, crying, bleeding, shaking, and whimpering.

I ran over to him and picked him up. He hugged me as tight as he could and sobbed into my shoulder. None of his bullies were around. They must've left him there for a while.

I scooped him up bridal style and quickly brought him to the bathrooms. I set him down on the counter where the sinks were. He whimpered slightly and sobbed a bit more. I quickly grabbed some paper towels, washed them, and cleaned up the blood on his body. He had bruises everywhere.

I felt so bad for the poor boy. He doesn't deserve this.

"Ok I need to see your injuries, so I'm gonna need you to take off your shirt.." I said, squinting my eyes anxiously waiting for an answer.

He nodded, slowly pulling up his shirt over his head. He didn't have many bruises on his stomach but he had a lot on his back.

"Mark it's not really a big deal ok? I'm used to this by now.." he muttered, still sniffling and hiccuping. "Not a big deal?! Used to it?! This is a big deal! This needs to stop! You're so precious, and beautiful, and adorable, and amazing, and perfect! And you do not deserve to be treated this way!" I stammered.

Once I realized what I said I quickly covered my mouth. His face was red and so were the tips of his ears. My face was burning red. Might as well be the color of my hair.

He scooted closer to me, draping his arms over my shoulders. "Is this ok..? If I.. k-kiss you..?" He whispered.

I nodded, leaning closer to him. Our lips pressed against each other softly and perfectly. They fitted together like they were meant to stay that way. My hands made their way to his hips and his hands played with my hair.

I pulled away, staring at his eyes. "Was this just something to get away with messing up my hair?" He giggled a little. "Something like that, but I-I.. I love you.." he stuttered. I probably smiled way too much than I needed to. But I quickly tried to put it down to act tough for my baby.

"I love you too.." I muttered, cleaning up his bruises. "What was that?" He teased. "I-I love you too.." I said slightly louder.

He giggled, kissing my forehead. My blush didn't seem to go away. I scoffed and looked to the side.