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Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You)
Prologue
It was too loud.
Trains rushed past, one after the other, each louder than the next. Each bursting wind was going straight to his increasing headache. It sounded too much like home. People were bustling around every corner, the morning rush hour causing everyone to push past each other aimlessly. His father was escorting him through the waves of bodies.
Jack clung to his father’s shirt, desperately trying not to get whisked away. Another train passed, and he closed his eyes.
All Jack knew was that he had to get to platform 9 ¾ and keep hold of his almost golden ticket, his only way out of the constant rumbling household he was forced to call home. His father’s iron grip on his right shoulder reminded him of what he could return home to, and the thought of hearing his parents arguing caused him to scrunch his eyes shut as he was guided through the crowds.
Clutching his ticket, he remembered the fear of his father asking him to come to the living room as
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Is your heart really that cold? - Danti
"Stop, right there," 
With a smug grin plastered onto his face, the man stopped in his tracks before turning around before jokingly putting his hands on his hips.
"Oh hello Dark! Wasn't expecting you around so soon! How have you been? Healing well?" the man poked, irritating Dark even further with a subconscious rub at his side. Hearing Anti hiss quietly behind him, he turned back to the bold man.
"Healing wonderfully thank you. Now, if you don't mind I'd appreciate it if you stopped trying to steal from me," Dark said, his eyes boring into the man. The trio were stood in a dilapidated warehouse where Dark found solace in storing some of his more valuable possessions, including the one that had caused him and Anti to become the whatever they were now. The one that was in the man's hands right now.
"Oh really?" the man replied, acting disappointed. "Well that's a shame, since I feel no need to. And who's the new boy? Green hair doesn't really seem your type, Darkie," the man mocked
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Literature
Say You Love Me - Septiplier
I’m going to miss you.
It’s a thought that hits Mark hard, the thought that Jack could easily vanish in a few weeks. The transition from high school to college was going to be strange and they both knew it, especially with the fact that the “maybe more than friends” were planning on going to different places. More often than not, Jack seemed to have a habit of becoming unreachable when out of school, excuses covering his behaviour whenever questioned. Mark couldn’t help but worry that as soon as this term ended, the boy would simply disappear forever.
So, as they’re waiting in a cool corridor hiding from the intense summer heat as they wait for their exams, he finds himself staring at Jack leaning against the wall, as if trying to memorise the boy stood in front of him that’s always confused his heart a little. Their relationship had never been simple, with miscommunication and family problems getting in the way (not even regarding the c
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Attention - Septiplier
Descending down the staircase, a ridiculously sparkly green shirt catches Mark’s attention. His eyes darting like arrows, he moves his head to accommodate the view. Instantly, he’s hit with recognition. 
Suddenly, no one else around him matters. Pale skin draws him in and he feels himself rising from his chair, lured towards the figure who now wears a smirk as if it was some kind of cheeky pair of underwear. It’s a matter of seconds before Mark stands in front of him, with the loud music and flashing lights of the club blocking everything else out.
 
It’s Sean McLoughlin.
 
“I thought the shirt might be too much. What do you think?” he asks and Mark almost chokes on his breath as the memory of this man’s voice is rejuvenated like a pen refilled with ink. His accent is fading from his new LA life, but it’s still hidden there underneath. Mark can’t help but find himself missing it.
 
“I think it’s fine.
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Covert - Septiplier
5 little kiddies, stood in a row
Paint their wrists, so it won’t show
Keep them under, hidden from all
Or one by one, you’ll watch them fall
It’s almost quiet the first time it happens, the only sound being cutlery hitting and scraping empty bowls at the dinner table. No one looks up, simply concentrating on the lack of food and their stomachs still complaining. So when Aoife’s wrist begins to itch again, she writes it off, making sure to ask her mother for some soother after dinner. It’s only when it starts to burn when she drops her spoon out of shock with the metal clashing against the harsh table, shattering the silence in an instant.
“Aoife? What is it now? It can’t be hurting that much…” her mother says carelessly.
Not finding the voice to reply, she clenches her hand into a fist before banging it forcefully into the table, making her siblings jump almost collaboratively. She grips her wrist with he
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Gullible - Septiplier
Jack rushed on board the bus and sighed in relief when he saw a free seat. It was a miracle he even caught the bus, especially since the youngest of his 4 siblings was hellbent on staying in bed. Seeing that the bus was packed, he sat down hurriedly in the last free seat, not really caring who resided beside him.
After putting down his bag and making himself comfortable, he turned to his left to reveal who his seatmate was. Sat next to him was the one and only Mark Fischbach. Upon realising this, Jack felt stomach lurch. Hesitantly, he pivoted his body back towards the front, face tinted red to match his pale complexion. “Of all the people on this earth…” Jack thought, devastated.
Mark paid no mind to the internal crisis the man beside him was currently having, his nose buried into his phone. Though he was vaguely aware of a new body pressed against his elbow, Tumblr was more interesting.
Meanwhile, Jack tried to compose himself without making it too obvious to the al
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Paramour - Septiplier
Paramour - a lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person.
 
He’s not quite sure why he’s here today. Normally, it’s because he’s had a tough day at work or he just needs to feel cared about for once. But strangely, he doesn’t feel either of those ways today.
 
Maybe, he just wants to block the whole world out for a bit. Maybe, he wants to embrace how he really feels, rather than pretending. Maybe, he wants nothing at all.
 
He doesn’t know.
 
It isn’t long before he can feel the fingers running through his hair, and finds himself leaning towards the touch of them. He can sense a hand making its way around his waist, and the hold helps him to adjust and get comfortable. It’s only a matter of seconds before a pair of lips attach to his, the sensation nearly distracting him from the rest of the world entirely.
 
But even though he feels this urge to reciprocate, to throw his arms around hi
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please support my original comic, i beg that of you. at the very least, respect my decisions.
i'll be blunt- making airport is difficult and frustrating, too many characters and settings and plotlines and boundaries, not to mention drama from the fandom. ethical jargon i don't want to get into.
of course, i receive the usual mail- most made in anger- about when the next page is going to be, and i want you all to know that's only delaying production.
i don't need to feel like shit through people who say they love me but blame me for not putting out *free* fanservice. Free, of course, because this is a hobby- something I do in my free time when i'm not in *college* studying for my degree.
it makes me angry and upset at myself.
i don't get paid to make comics. making people happy is my payment for my hardwork, but nowadays it's not even breaking even.
so i took a break to make my own comic that makes me happy.
i know it won't get as much hits as fanservice- but i'd rather be happy than mi
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The Angst Queen
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I write a dead ship because it makes me happy and I don't offend anyone doing it.
*CURRENTLY SHOULD BE ON HIATUS BUT I WRITE THINGS RANDOMLY*
I'm obsessed with the holy trinity.
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Prologue


It was too loud.

Trains rushed past, one after the other, each louder than the next. Each bursting wind was going straight to his increasing headache. It sounded too much like home. People were bustling around every corner, the morning rush hour causing everyone to push past each other aimlessly. His father was escorting him through the waves of bodies.

Jack clung to his father’s shirt, desperately trying not to get whisked away. Another train passed, and he closed his eyes.

All Jack knew was that he had to get to platform 9 ¾ and keep hold of his almost golden ticket, his only way out of the constant rumbling household he was forced to call home. His father’s iron grip on his right shoulder reminded him of what he could return home to, and the thought of hearing his parents arguing caused him to scrunch his eyes shut as he was guided through the crowds.

Clutching his ticket, he remembered the fear of his father asking him to come to the living room as someone wanted to talk to him. He didn’t recognise the frail looking woman in the lounge, but his mother beamed at her as if she was an angel. The gaze had helped him relax as the old lady told him of magic, wizards and witches. Of course, at first he hadn’t believed a word, but with a silvery image of a cat bouncing around the room, he soon became enthralled by the concept.

Unfortunately, just like everything Jack tried to do, his father had shut it down instantly. That argument had been one of the worst, with Jack hearing shattering glass from his room early in the morning. It took hours of reassurances from his siblings before he’d left his sheets that day.

In the end, his mother won out.

Though Jack was pretty sure his father only agreed because it would be one less mouth to feed.

“I should have let your mother take you,” his father grumbled, quiet enough that nobody but him would hear. Jack trembled, crumpling the piece of paper buried in his hands.

Jack’s biggest fear was that none of this was real or it was just some kind of scam. Jack had never been so excited for something before and the fact that maybe there was no such thing as Hogwarts or… or magic…

It was too much. It had to be real; it had to be. His mum had told him so.

“That lying, useless, cunt that you call your mother has no idea what she’s talking about!”

A train rushed past.

Jack screamed.

His father shoved.

His ticket slipped.

“What the fuck has gotten into you, boy?” His father hissed between clenched teeth, glancing around to make sure no one had spotted his impulsively hard shove on the small boy.

Jack stared at his father uselessly, like a deer caught in the headlights, his hand grasping around something that was no longer there.

His father obviously hadn’t seemed to notice the boy’s fumbling fingers and his panicked expression, looking at him before continuing to push him forwards.

“I-I’m s-sorry…” Jack hiccuped, glancing around hopelessly for a flash of gold stuck under someone’s shoe, or something.

“Hmph,” his father grunted, replacing the hand on Jack’s shoulder.

Jack was sure he was going to have a bruise, but that was the least of his worries right now.

“What platform was it, again?” his father asked, his tone neutral. It would have fooled any onlookers.

“It was, uhm, p-platform 9 ¾,” Jack muttered.

He couldn’t tell his father he’d lost the ticket.

Jack’s father snorted, a hard expression on his face.

His face fell.

It felt like forever before they eventually made it to the large gap between platform 9 and 10.

The platform he needed nowhere in sight. With deep breaths he tried not to panic, sliding his eyes to his father nervously.

A hand clapped down on his back, and Jack flinched, but he didn’t feel any pain. It was gentle, almost reassuring.

“Let’s go home, son,” his father said.

Jack nodded, not daring to argue. Maybe his father was right; maybe magic wasn’t real.

And if it was, why would it choose him, of all people?

“Seán McLoughlin?”

The sound of his name made him turn around instantly, an involuntary movement away from his father’s grip.

It was an accent that was most certainly not Irish, though Jack couldn’t pinpoint where it was from.

“Is anyone here named Seán McLoughlin? You’ve lost your ticket,” the voice called, this time loud enough for his father to hear.

“Seán? You lost your card?” his father growled, his voice dangerously low.

Jack bit his lip; it was a warning. A choice to go home, or a decision to defy his father.

“Seán McLoughlin? Hello sir, do you know a Seán McLoughlin? This is an important trip!” the voice was getting closer, and louder.

“Seán....”, his father warned, gripping his arm.

Jack closed his eyes, ripping himself away. He couldn’t live like this.

“Seán-”, his father’s voice was drowned out by the crowd he was darting through.

“Seán McLoughlin! Seán- Woah! Are you okay?”

Slightly shocked, Jack looked up to see that he had crashed into a boy round about his age. With a head of jet black hair and warm brown eyes, Jack sighed at the thought of his scruffy jacket and puffy eyes in comparison.

“Um, yeah I'm okay, sorry for bumping into you,” he mumbled in reply, making sure not to be too loud with his father prowling nearby.

“Do you know Seán McLoughlin? He’s lost his ticket,” the boy asked, a genuinely worried look on his face.

“Uhm… that would be me. Do you know where the platform is?” Jack asked timidly, turning his gaze away from the boy in favour of looking worriedly for his father.

“Oh! That’s great! Hi, Seán I’m Mark, here’s your ticket. I’ll take you to the platform if you don’t know where it is, it’s kind of hard to find the first time isn’t it? I’m just lucky my brother’s in the third year so we’ve been through this whole ordeal already,” Mark said, keeping the conversation rolling after spotting Jack’s red eyes and shaky hands.

Grabbing the ticket, this time Seán made sure to hold it with two hands, gripping tightly. He couldn’t bare to lose it again.

“Seán!”

Jack’s heart dropped to his stomach. He knew that voice. He also knew what came after it.

“Seán what do you think you’re doing talking to strangers? I swear to God kid, when we get back-”

“Hi dad, this is Mark, he found my ticket,” Jack replied, surprisingly calm for how pale he’d become.

Jack’s father sucked in a breath, his cheeks tinted an odd shade of purple. He was holding onto his temper by a thread.

“We’re leaving. Now.” his father growled, snatching Jack’s arm into his grip before he could even flinch.

“Excuse me! Sir, stop dragging him!! He really needs to catch this train!”

“And why would I listen to a child about what’s right for my son?” His father hissed viciously.

Jack’s dad was getting louder, seemingly safe from the prying eyes of others who rushed around without a care.

“This ‘child’ can call authorities if that grip of yours has left a hint of a mark on his arm,” Mark stated simply, motioning to where Jack was almost hoisted off the ground by just his forearm, his warm eyes dissolved into cold and threatening ones.

In an instant, Jack’s arm was free, and he was left rubbing the spot of contact completely appalled. This stranger had just said what he’d wanted to say to his father for the past three years. He couldn’t help but slide a small smile in thanks, making sure his father hadn’t seen it.

His father was left speechless as well, staring at this 11-12-year-old kid like he had ten heads. “Fine, then,” he muttered, shoving Jack in Mark’s general direction, which elicits a small squeal from the smaller boy, clinging to Mark to regain his balance.

Taking it a step further, Mark dared to call him back, “Excuse me, Sir! Isn’t there something you’d like to say to your son?”

If looks could kill, Mark would’ve been dead a hundred times over, but…

Jack’s father slid his icy-cold stare towards his trembling son and took a deep breath.

“Have a good trip,” He spat, heaving the trunk towards Jack.

Brushing off the shivers down his spine, Jack just about managed to catch the flying chest. Stumbling slightly, a stable hand on his shoulder shocked him until he turned to see Mark’s apologetic expression.

“Sorry, I just-”

“No, it’s okay,” Jack finished for him, fiddling with the trunk’s clasps as an excuse for the lack of eye contact.

Mark flushed, slowly removing his hand, “Still. C’mon, the platform’s this way,”

Jack released a breath he didn’t know he was holding at the loss of contact and excitement flooded through his veins.

He was finally going to be free.

Mark skillfully weaved through the crowd, like he’s done this hundreds of times before, and Jack followed behind.

Not as gracefully, of course, but the path Mark created offered some assistance and more comfort than his father had built.

“Oh, Mark! You’re back! Did you find that boy who lost his ticket?” A woman asked, turning towards Mark.

“Yeah, I did. Mom, this is Seán. Seán, this is… well, my mom,” he giggled, gesturing to the woman in front of him.

“Oh, look at you! Aren’t you just precious?” Mark’s mother exclaimed, walking towards him.

Jack couldn’t help but step back instinctively from the oncoming gesture, but realised his actions before standing straight and taking a deep breath.

“Thanks,” he sighed, unsure of how to respond. In seeing his timidity, Mark’s mother slowed and stopped thoughtfully.

She turned back to Mark, her eyebrows raised.

Mark shook his head, signalling that this was the wrong time.

“So ah… Thomas is already on the platform, and I suggest you boys hurry if you want to make it on time. The Hogwarts Express doesn’t take well to tardy wizards, you know,” Mark’s mother said, turning towards Jack, “Are your parents here?”

Jack winced, and Mark cut in, “Nah, his father was in a hurry. You know muggle homes, mom, always having to do things without magic,” he emphasised ‘magic’ with finger quotes, and Jack suppressed a giggle.

His mother nodded, “True. You’d really best be off, though. The train leaves in 15 minutes.”

“Ah, darn. C’mon Seán, the platform’s this way,” Mark said, motioning for Jack to follow him.

“Language, Mark!” his mother scolded half-heartedly.

“Sorry, mom!” Mark shouted back, guiding Jack through the hoards of bodies.

It didn’t take long before Mark stopped abruptly, looking around and announcing aloud, “We’re here!”

Jack glanced around, wondering where, exactly, ‘here’ was. Then he saw it, the platform signs.

Jack’s heart dropped to his stomach, eyeing between them fearfully.

Presented before him were platforms 9 and 10, and nothing in between.

It couldn’t be true.

“M-Mark? Wh-Where’s the platform?” Jack asked, his voice low.

“The platform? It’s right here- oh,” Mark looked around, hosting a feigned look of confusion.

Jack could have thrown up right then and there, but then Mark started laughing.

“I’m sorry, this is a little hard to explain to someone who hasn’t been here before. Ah, well, this probably seems really weird, but we have to run into the wall right there, and it takes us to a separate section of the station away from the muggles,”

Jack blinked twice, his stomach still in knots.

Then he walked away.

“Seán, wait! Where are you going?” Mark ran after him,

“You’re fuckin’ with me,” Jack stated quietly, marching ahead a few feet. His trunk rattled beside him loudly.

Mark caught up with him again, now out of breath. “First of all, language,” he stopped for a few seconds to take a few deep inhales, “second of all, what would I gain from fu-screwing with you?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Seán McLoughlin I swear on my life that I will never, ever, mislead you in any way shape or form for as long as you may know me.”

Jack stopped, looking at the brown-eyed boy whom he met not fifteen minutes ago, and knew.

Very few could hold so much sincerity in their eyes and still conjure up a lie.

Jack sighed, shuffling his feet, “I… which wall was it again?” he mumbled sheepishly, biting his lip.

Mark lit up again, redirecting Jack back to the two platforms.

Jack saw his hand twitch, then back off. It was obvious Mark was a very touchy-feely person, something Jack hadn’t been for a few years now.

“Mark?”

“Mhmm?”

“I’m… not going to bite you, you know. Just give me a warning, please,” Jack hadn’t expected the last part to come out as such a plea, and he winced.

Mark nodded, “Okay,”

The walk back to the platforms was a little longer, the angry marching now disregarded.

Mark stopped, looking at the wall that was now in front of them. “This is it, Seán,” he chirped.

Jack eyed the wall up and down suspiciously, and poked it.

Solid.

Mark panicked, quickly providing an explanation, “Well, we don’t want muggles accidentally falling into the platform, y’know?  So… You have to run into it deliberately,”

Jack stared at the wall again, and the wall stared right back at him. “I… guess that makes sense?” he questioned, breaking the staring contest he was having with the wall.

Mark relaxed, relieved that Jack wasn’t walking off again, “So, who’s going first?”

Jack froze.

“First…?”

“Well, I mean, we’re not both going to fit unless we hold hands or something.”

 

“I don’t…”

“Well, then I’ll go-”

“No.”

“What do you mean?”

Jack puffed out his cheeks, “Maybe we should go together? I mean, I don’t really want to witness you disappearing into a wall, and I can’t close my eyes without someone to guide me so- If you didn’t mind, we could… go together,” he offered, ignoring every worst-case-scenario his brain was conjuring.

Please don’t leave me here on my own.

Mark shrugged, “Alright then, if that’s what you want,” he said, reaching out to grab Jack’s hand but paused to let Jack initiate himself.

Jack hesitantly accepted, moderately aware of how sweaty his palms were.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

No.

“I’m going to pull if you don’t move, okay?”

“Okay...”

What if there’s no exit?ITALICS

“Okay, I’m going,”

Jack shut his eyes tight, allowing himself to drag.

For a split second, he expected an impact, but there was none.

Just a bright light he could see even from beyond his eyelids.

And if he screamed, well, that was his business.

All of a sudden, it was over. The light was gone, and he found his voice.

“I-I’m alive?” Jack muttered, his voice hoarse from the screaming, and his body shaking enough to cause an earthquake.

“Of course you’re alive, Seán, woah- are you okay?” Mark asked when he turned towards Jack, who had gone pale.

Paler than usual, anyway.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, or I will be in a minute, anyway,” Jack said, steadying himself.

“Seán, I’m going to touch your arm, okay?” Mark stated, unlatching his hand from Jack’s and gripping his elbow to help him regain balance.

“I’m- I’m alright now, thanks,” Jack managed, and finally looked around the platform.

It was just as busy as the other platforms, if not busier, and it looked… almost cheerful.

Jack hesitantly took a glance upwards, and his heart soared in delight. There on the sign read “Platform 9 ¾” in big, bold letters. He’d finally made it.

“Oh shoot, the train’s leaving soon. C’mon,” Mark said, motioning for Jack to follow.

Jack followed absentmindedly, still taking in the sights all around him. Without thinking, he spoke, “Does everyone dress up like it’s Halloween or is it just this platform?”

Mark stopped suddenly, and then he started laughing. A full-bodied laughter that left him shaking and Jack wondering what the hell he just asked.

“Oh my G-God, Seán, you can’t just… say that, holy…” Mark took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and began walking again, shaking his head in disbelief.

“S-Sorry?” he whispered, tightening his jaw.

“No, it’s alright, it’s just… have you seen your uniform yet?” Mark asked, turning his head questioningly.

“No, Mum bought it-”

 

 

Mark was laughing again, clutching his stomach for support, “Ohmygod, Seán-”

Realisation dawned on him, “Mark, no-”

“Yes-”

“No!”

Mark doubled over, tears running down his face, and by now Jack was cackling too.

“Is it long and flowy like-”

“Very-”

“Holy shit, you’re serious-”

“Language-”

“I’m Irish-

“C’mon, we’ve gotta go, oh my God,” Mark said suddenly, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, every once in a while giggling when they walked past someone who was dressed way over-the-top.

Finally, they made it to the main entrance, and they walked in together.

As the pair huddled onto the train, they battled through the crowds in the hope to get a free compartment, and Jack couldn’t help but wish that they might be able to have a room to themselves. He wasn’t sure if he could put much trust into another stranger so soon.

Luckily, the train did seem large enough, and as Jack shut the door behind him, he let his head fall against it and let out a massive sigh of pure relief.

He had made it. He wouldn’t have to be home tonight, or tomorrow, or until the summer.

At Hogwarts, he could start afresh.

A quiet giggle brought him back from his thoughts, and he looked towards Mark who was smiling at him as if he were the sun.

“Excited to be here then?” he asked, as Jack moved to the seat opposite him, his trunk neatly stored overhead.

“That’s one way you could say it,” Jack replied, leaning against his seat. Staring out the window, the platform outside was stocked full of parents waving emotionally to their children. The reminder that his father had left him even before he’d gotten to the platform wiped the smile off his face.

A sigh from Mark drew his attention away from the window, and he gave him a questioning look, silently asking if he was alright.

“Look Seán, I don’t have any business asking you about your father or your family or anything, but I want you to know that if you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always here. We can stick together if you want, since I don’t think I know anyone else in our year,” Mark said thoughtfully.

“I didn’t know magic existed until a month ago,” Jack replied, “so I don’t know anyone either. I’d be cool if we stuck together I suppose,”

“Thanks, Seán,” Mark smiled, and Jack couldn’t help but wonder at why he was thanking him. Without Mark, he wouldn’t even have made it to the Express, never mind got on the platform. Grinning back at him and shaking his head slightly in disbelief he heard the train’s loud whistle and the grinding wheels as they started to move.

Chuckling to himself, he looked up to Mark admirably.

“Call me Jack,”

 


Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You)

Hey I’m Absinthe
And this is the shit show I like to call

SEPTIPLIER FANFICTION

 enjoy or get lost

 

Hey I’m Soph

This is the fantabulous (yes a word) show I call

GAY AF VENTING FANFICTION

;)

 Cos I’m VERY VERY GAY ;)





Septiplier (obviously(not my fault the title is 10 miles long xD))


YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM

xAbsinthexx and I have been working on this for months! This is just the beginning my friends, this is AMAZING (their idea not mine obvs).

:))))))))))

LOVE YOU GUYS,

S :D x
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HYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPEHYPE
JELIX
Did you know I shipped this?? xAbsinthexx does, because I don't shut up about it so this edit is for her (she loves this ship more than me :O)

;)
Love ya
S x
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Septiplier wallpaper
I'm bored and it's late so I made this :P

I know it's bad, sorry for the bad quality but the video the screenshot comes from isn't at the usual 1080p.

(And apologies to Mark's missing floof ;-;)

Love ya,

S x
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New mega fic coming sooooooon

Been working on this one for months so can't wait for you guys to see itttt

(Release date unconfirmed because I somehow never keep my promises on dates whoops but it'll be soon defo ;) )
The end is in sight...

2 more exams to go!
"Stop, right there," 

With a smug grin plastered onto his face, the man stopped in his tracks before turning around before jokingly putting his hands on his hips.

"Oh hello Dark! Wasn't expecting you around so soon! How have you been? Healing well?" the man poked, irritating Dark even further with a subconscious rub at his side. Hearing Anti hiss quietly behind him, he turned back to the bold man.

"Healing wonderfully thank you. Now, if you don't mind I'd appreciate it if you stopped trying to steal from me," Dark said, his eyes boring into the man. The trio were stood in a dilapidated warehouse where Dark found solace in storing some of his more valuable possessions, including the one that had caused him and Anti to become the whatever they were now. The one that was in the man's hands right now.

"Oh really?" the man replied, acting disappointed. "Well that's a shame, since I feel no need to. And who's the new boy? Green hair doesn't really seem your type, Darkie," the man mocked. At getting no reply but the curling of fists, he chuckled, "What is he your boyfriend or something?"

"Take a look at him, he's going to be the one snapping your fucking neck," Dark pointed out calmly.

At that, the man's smile faltered slightly whilst Anti stalked his way towards him. Drunk with power, Dark watched as his new accomplice kicked the man to the floor before hitting his gun away from the man's shaking hands. 

"Who are you, hmm? Why do you keep trying to make things so fucking difficult?" Anti raged, trying to get anything out of the trembling man held in his iron grip. Getting nothing but whimpers in reply, Dark heard the man's neck snap, Anti's impatience getting the better of him.

Grumbling, Anti dropped the man before walking back to Dark. With a shameful look on his face, he stood next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Sorry," Anti mumbled, staring at the man's now lifeless eyes.

"Why are you sorry?" Dark enquired, not following.

"I'm sorry because I know I didn't wait long enough. I didn't get anything out of him. I got excited. I'm sorry," Anti said, turning his face into Dark's shoulder. Stood as still as a rock, Dark found his hand slowly moving from his side to the small of Anti's back and he felt Anti freeze slightly. He'd only known Anti a couple of hours and yet he could practically hear the gears turning in his head about whether or not to ask about the first show of any affection Dark had shown this whole time. 

"Next time you can have a knife. Just...try and be a bit slower, okay? Everyone loses control the first time," Dark says cautiously, moving his hand away. 

"Lets head back," Dark says, ignoring Anti's inquisitive look that he can tell is searching for some emotion, anything at all. Dark doesn't blame him. It's been a while since he's felt anything at all.

Maybe the new boy might light up some sparks. 
Is your heart really that cold? - Danti
I know this isn't up to my usual standard, it's just a little piece to get me back in the flow. It's just a silly drabble that doesn't really mean much.

I kind of imagined it taking place where Anti has just been made/created/born and Dark is not really taking care of him, but showing him the ropes since he was made/created/born in the same way, just without anyone to help him.

Thanks guys,

Soph x
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Do you guys want a sequel to Say You Love Me?

i want your opinionss
aaaaaaaaaaand now i'm writing jelix

whoops

I’m going to miss you.



It’s a thought that hits Mark hard, the thought that Jack could easily vanish in a few weeks. The transition from high school to college was going to be strange and they both knew it, especially with the fact that the “maybe more than friends” were planning on going to different places. More often than not, Jack seemed to have a habit of becoming unreachable when out of school, excuses covering his behaviour whenever questioned. Mark couldn’t help but worry that as soon as this term ended, the boy would simply disappear forever.


So, as they’re waiting in a cool corridor hiding from the intense summer heat as they wait for their exams, he finds himself staring at Jack leaning against the wall, as if trying to memorise the boy stood in front of him that’s always confused his heart a little. Their relationship had never been simple, with miscommunication and family problems getting in the way (not even regarding the constant self-doubt). It was never really on or off either, always stuck somewhere in between. After having his heart broken over his their first breakup, Mark had honestly decided to try not to take it too seriously in high school. Nothing really lasted at his age anyway.


Mark blinks back to reality as he realises that Jack is smiling at him, gently reaching for his hand. Stepping slightly closer, Mark lets him have it.


He knows that whatever they have isn’t going to last outside of school, not even for a second. The thought makes his chest ache a little but he reminds himself that he’s accepted it. It’s the reason why he’s here alone with Jack now, rather than with some friends he knows he’s going to stick to in college.


“You know, this is probably the last moment we’re going to get alone together, not counting prom,” he whispers and he can’t help but notice Jack’s smile fade slightly at the thought. It soothes him somewhat to think that maybe Jack has been thinking the same, especially as they both know privacy at prom is going to be a little limited.


Jack sighs. “I’m going to miss you, Marki,” he says, his free hand moving to Mark’s cheek. The gesture makes Mark smile. They’ve been distant lately, with this being a last dash of hope of being something more than friends, a silent agreement to try one more time.


“I’m going to miss you too,” Mark mumbles, his hand reaching to Jack’s waist and slowly moving even closer. Jack doesn’t seem to think twice before closing the gap.


The kiss isn’t happy, but it isn’t sad either. Jack seems to hum in satisfaction at the familiar feeling of Mark’s lips against his and the sound almost encourages Mark to push him slightly harder against the wall. Mark doesn’t mean to make the action seem desperate but he feels like he does as his hand moves to cup Jack’s cheek.


Out of breath slightly, Jack pulls away with an unsure look on his face. Mark can instantly tell what he means by it.



“Why are you kissing me like you’re saying goodbye?”



The pair had never really been one for words, understanding each other and knowing how far to go just came from knowing each other for so long but their relationship had always been complicated. Lost for words, Mark didn’t know what to say.



“Because that’s exactly what this is. In leaving this place you’re leaving me and we both know it,”



He isn’t sure if Jack understands what he’s trying to say, but his gaze seems to wander off into the distance in deep thought.


Pursing his lips, Mark squeezes his hands on Jack’s waist slightly with his head bowed, bringing him back with a grieving gaze.


“I love you,” Mark says and he feels Jack turn to look at him. The words had always carried a blessing and a curse to Mark with Jack using the words freely to more than just him. It used to hurt even more whenever Jack would tell him the words when their advanced relationship wasn’t active. It hurts when someone tells you that they love you when you know they don’t.


“I love you too,” Jack mumbles in reply, his legs admittedly weak from the meaning of Mark’s words.


For a minute, the two stand in silence, both so close yet so far. However, if Mark really thought about it, it had always been like this. He’s supposed that after all this time, he’d grown comfortable with it.


Jack halts the moment when his forehead meets Mark’s.


“I’m sorry I’m so bad at this stuff. This really is all my fault,” he says and it shocks Mark to hear the words out loud. It was admittedly true that most of the times being together had failed, Jack had had some part but Mark would never blame Jack entirely; that just wasn’t fair. He couldn’t help being who he was and Mark always had a nagging feeling that Jack never told him everything that was bothering him and each petty excuse he let slide because of it.


“No it’s not, don’t be silly,” Mark replies, not really knowing what else to say. “Maybe we’re just supposed to be this way,” he sighs.


He would do anything to make him and Jack work. He adores every part of him, his thick hair, bright blue eyes and loud mouth. It was just a shame that Jack also knew how to press all his buttons and piss him off to no end.


With Jack’s apologetic eyes watching him, Mark knows what this is.


“I’m sorry that I’m not right for you,”


It really is goodbye.


Mark wants to ask so many questions.  

Am I the problem?
Why do you become unreachable outside of school?
What’s wrong?

Why can’t we make this work?

But surely if the answers to these questions were that simple they wouldn’t be in this scenario. There’s just something that Jack won’t tell him and he doesn’t know what it is.

He isn’t going to pry. It’s too late and he already accepted this, didn’t he?

Didn’t he?

Mark honestly can’t take it anymore and leans in once more. Jack isn’t expecting it but soon relaxes and this time their pace is much slower, much gentler. The kisses are light and Mark finds his hands working around Jack’s body. He tastes sweet mint as their lips brush together, hearts beating loudly. The whole world around them disappears, forgotten.


Out of nowhere, the school bell rings and they pull apart in shock. They seem to have captured each other’s breaths and with weak smiles and a matched gaze, their fingers quietly intertwine.


They amble their way down the hallway before with one last wistful look, they separate and turn to go opposite ways. With a deep breath, Mark makes his way towards the library and desperately hopes that maybe one day he could be in the right place and the right time.



Maybe one day it could work. He would just have to wait and see.

 

 


Say You Love Me - Septiplier
I have a week off between my exams! 4 left now out of 25. I know I keep saying septiplier is dead but I can't write anything else and this idea came to me a while ago.

Sorry if it's confusing, comment and ask me any questions if you have any!

Thanks for reading, love you guys 

Soph x
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Do you guys get annoyed when I leave it at a sad ending? I mean everyone prefers happy endings but in stories that's not always the case. Basically, I have a short little one shot I've nearly finished and I'm not sure whether or not to end it happily. It could go either way.

You decide. 
Please pray for Manchester

Honestly I live nearby and it's scary. The whole city is shaken up but we are sticking together.
really wish i could be giving you guys some content rn

sucks that i'm in exam season
i just bought a fidget spinner

y did i do tht

???
hey!

this lovely person decided to narrate one of my stories!!

story time from me will probably arrive in the summer ;)
(sorry that i promised it so long ago!)

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Hey, ik you have a writers block, but i just wanna ask, when's the next part of Nightmares coming out? (Sry if i sound annoying i'm SOOOO ashamed rn), do ya have a date? Don't worry if it's still a no, i'll wait as much as i can!
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