Closing his eyes, Felix lets the wind brush on his eyelids as he listens to his surroundings: the birds chirping and cars whooshing by. He lets himself have a moment of peace as he tries to order out his thoughts in his shared garden with the sun having nearly disappeared and light flowing into the darkness from the windows.
When a relationship ends, there’s a good side and the bad side. The good side has the person that instigated the end, who walks away with nothing but pity. The bad side has the person who is left lying in the lurch, not knowing what to do with their vacant chest and the pain that comes from any reminders of their p
WIWLF(WYAA) BETA - Septiplier by writeasoph, literature
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WIWLF(WYAA) BETA - Septiplier
If you're reading this, it would mean the world to me if you commented and gave me just a little bit of advice on how to improve this. This story isn't done and although it's currently 32k, I wasn't going to upload it until it was finished but you guys are lovely and I can't deny you!
--
When Mark’s phone goes off at 2 AM, he finds that he doesn’t really mind, having become bored with staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep. He especially doesn’t mind when he sees it’s from his best friend Jack, asking for an early pickup.
Bearing in mind that this request is slightly unusual, he rolls out of bed only half awake an
His Pole Star - Septiplier by writeasoph, literature
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His Pole Star - Septiplier
It had been a while since Mark had called Jack up for an ‘adventure’.
Every so often, Jack gets a quick text at 3AM asking whether he’s awake, with Mark explaining that he’s having trouble sleeping again.
Jack always says yes.
Tonight, Mark’s brought him into a slightly damp clearing in the middle of nowhere, with trees bleeding in from the edges. As the pair lie down on the grass, Jack is thankful that Mark brought a thick blanket with him that almost resembles his old favourite flannel.
The blanket is barely wide enough, so the two men huddle close together in the cold. The grass is damp from some earlier s
Covert Part 2 - Septiplier by writeasoph, literature
Literature
Covert Part 2 - Septiplier
4 friends together, finally matched
How will they deal with their problems attached?
Will they stand through it, supportive all day
Or will they crumble and fade far away?
Jack is extremely distant for the whole trip to the hospital, but with so much information being piled onto him in seconds, he knows that he needs time to think. All his life, he had been stuck inside a dreary basement with dull dark walls and grey carpets without an ounce of colour so to be placed in a world full of everything bright and new overwhelmed him. He needs time to take it in.
As Marzia quickly shows him how to use a seatbelt, Jack realises he’s in a car
“Markimoo?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s this?”
Hearing his long term boyfriend calling him from his bedroom, Mark could only hope that this wasn’t yet another prank. The pair had been at war recently, with the last prank having Jack screeching as blood red water poured out of the shower nozzle.
Mark had wanted to pull a full on Carrie, but he didn’t have enough fake blood to fill a bucket, so he settled for the red dye in the shower head instead.
Smiling to himself at the thought, Mark cautiously made his way over to their bedroom, where Jack had called from. With a suspicious look on his face, h
I Waited For You All My Life - Dark + Jack by writeasoph, literature
Literature
I Waited For You All My Life - Dark + Jack
He’s exhausted.
As he drags himself through the streets, thoughts flurry through his head without a care in the world. His cold, calm and collected stance and one track mind falter and he stumbles repeatedly.
He’s late. By this point, he’s late by a couple years but it’s the right time of day. The right hour, the right minute, the right second and he can only hope that maybe a fracture of his promise isn’t broken. With dark skies above him, threatening to rain any minute, he trundles on towards the house he’s tried so hard to stay away from.
He hopes for just a splinter, a tiny bit of hope that when he k
Rules Are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with you) 4 by writeasoph, literature
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Rules Are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with you) 4
“...Jack…?” Someone called, although their voice was distant, like it was in another realm altogether. He shrugged it off, opting to stay in his floaty state. Where everything was okay, where everything was perfect.
“JACK! For fuck’s sake...” The same voice shouted, ripping him from his sweet dreamland as his covers were stripped from him and a cold draft hit him like a brick.
“Nooo... m’tired…” He whined, vaguely aware of how scratchy his voice was. He groped around the bed, searching desperately for his lost warmth.
“Jack, we have to get to Umbridge’s office. She
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You) 3 by writeasoph, literature
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Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You) 3
Chapter 2
This was it. He was going to do it. No more waiting.
It was perfect, really. They were in class with Umbridge, so he couldn’t exactly freak out or run away. Jack bit his lip sheepishly; it was actually sort of a dick move. Mark would be forced to sit next to him for the rest of the period, regardless of how he reacted.
But what other option was there? At least it meant he had a chance to explain himself fully.
Jack let out a quiet sigh, fiddling with the seam of his robes. It was now or never.
He squeezed his eyes shut tight and breathed in. He could do this. It was only Mark.
“Hey Mark uh, listen,” Jack whis
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm With You) 2 by writeasoph, literature
Literature
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm With You) 2
Chapter One
He never dreamed it would be like this.
Falling for someone was something Jack had always thought would feel obvious, like a fire burning through his heart with every glimpse. Perhaps a choir of angels would come down and sing him a song, or something.
Definitely not a stabbing pain of oh shit, that would knock the wind right out of him as Mark rambled nervously about something or other.
“Jack? You’re spacing out on me, man,” Mark laughed, slugging him in the shoulder.
“Hm? Oh, sorry, Mark,” Jack rubbed his arm where he’d been hit, motioning for Mark to continue.
“Well, as I was saying, m
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You) by writeasoph, literature
Literature
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 househo
Closing his eyes, Felix lets the wind brush on his eyelids as he listens to his surroundings: the birds chirping and cars whooshing by. He lets himself have a moment of peace as he tries to order out his thoughts in his shared garden with the sun having nearly disappeared and light flowing into the darkness from the windows.
When a relationship ends, there’s a good side and the bad side. The good side has the person that instigated the end, who walks away with nothing but pity. The bad side has the person who is left lying in the lurch, not knowing what to do with their vacant chest and the pain that comes from any reminders of their p
WIWLF(WYAA) BETA - Septiplier by writeasoph, literature
Literature
WIWLF(WYAA) BETA - Septiplier
If you're reading this, it would mean the world to me if you commented and gave me just a little bit of advice on how to improve this. This story isn't done and although it's currently 32k, I wasn't going to upload it until it was finished but you guys are lovely and I can't deny you!
--
When Mark’s phone goes off at 2 AM, he finds that he doesn’t really mind, having become bored with staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep. He especially doesn’t mind when he sees it’s from his best friend Jack, asking for an early pickup.
Bearing in mind that this request is slightly unusual, he rolls out of bed only half awake an
His Pole Star - Septiplier by writeasoph, literature
Literature
His Pole Star - Septiplier
It had been a while since Mark had called Jack up for an ‘adventure’.
Every so often, Jack gets a quick text at 3AM asking whether he’s awake, with Mark explaining that he’s having trouble sleeping again.
Jack always says yes.
Tonight, Mark’s brought him into a slightly damp clearing in the middle of nowhere, with trees bleeding in from the edges. As the pair lie down on the grass, Jack is thankful that Mark brought a thick blanket with him that almost resembles his old favourite flannel.
The blanket is barely wide enough, so the two men huddle close together in the cold. The grass is damp from some earlier s
Covert Part 2 - Septiplier by writeasoph, literature
Literature
Covert Part 2 - Septiplier
4 friends together, finally matched
How will they deal with their problems attached?
Will they stand through it, supportive all day
Or will they crumble and fade far away?
Jack is extremely distant for the whole trip to the hospital, but with so much information being piled onto him in seconds, he knows that he needs time to think. All his life, he had been stuck inside a dreary basement with dull dark walls and grey carpets without an ounce of colour so to be placed in a world full of everything bright and new overwhelmed him. He needs time to take it in.
As Marzia quickly shows him how to use a seatbelt, Jack realises he’s in a car
“Markimoo?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s this?”
Hearing his long term boyfriend calling him from his bedroom, Mark could only hope that this wasn’t yet another prank. The pair had been at war recently, with the last prank having Jack screeching as blood red water poured out of the shower nozzle.
Mark had wanted to pull a full on Carrie, but he didn’t have enough fake blood to fill a bucket, so he settled for the red dye in the shower head instead.
Smiling to himself at the thought, Mark cautiously made his way over to their bedroom, where Jack had called from. With a suspicious look on his face, h
I Waited For You All My Life - Dark + Jack by writeasoph, literature
Literature
I Waited For You All My Life - Dark + Jack
He’s exhausted.
As he drags himself through the streets, thoughts flurry through his head without a care in the world. His cold, calm and collected stance and one track mind falter and he stumbles repeatedly.
He’s late. By this point, he’s late by a couple years but it’s the right time of day. The right hour, the right minute, the right second and he can only hope that maybe a fracture of his promise isn’t broken. With dark skies above him, threatening to rain any minute, he trundles on towards the house he’s tried so hard to stay away from.
He hopes for just a splinter, a tiny bit of hope that when he k
Rules Are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with you) 4 by writeasoph, literature
Literature
Rules Are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with you) 4
“...Jack…?” Someone called, although their voice was distant, like it was in another realm altogether. He shrugged it off, opting to stay in his floaty state. Where everything was okay, where everything was perfect.
“JACK! For fuck’s sake...” The same voice shouted, ripping him from his sweet dreamland as his covers were stripped from him and a cold draft hit him like a brick.
“Nooo... m’tired…” He whined, vaguely aware of how scratchy his voice was. He groped around the bed, searching desperately for his lost warmth.
“Jack, we have to get to Umbridge’s office. She
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You) 3 by writeasoph, literature
Literature
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You) 3
Chapter 2
This was it. He was going to do it. No more waiting.
It was perfect, really. They were in class with Umbridge, so he couldn’t exactly freak out or run away. Jack bit his lip sheepishly; it was actually sort of a dick move. Mark would be forced to sit next to him for the rest of the period, regardless of how he reacted.
But what other option was there? At least it meant he had a chance to explain himself fully.
Jack let out a quiet sigh, fiddling with the seam of his robes. It was now or never.
He squeezed his eyes shut tight and breathed in. He could do this. It was only Mark.
“Hey Mark uh, listen,” Jack whis
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm With You) 2 by writeasoph, literature
Literature
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm With You) 2
Chapter One
He never dreamed it would be like this.
Falling for someone was something Jack had always thought would feel obvious, like a fire burning through his heart with every glimpse. Perhaps a choir of angels would come down and sing him a song, or something.
Definitely not a stabbing pain of oh shit, that would knock the wind right out of him as Mark rambled nervously about something or other.
“Jack? You’re spacing out on me, man,” Mark laughed, slugging him in the shoulder.
“Hm? Oh, sorry, Mark,” Jack rubbed his arm where he’d been hit, motioning for Mark to continue.
“Well, as I was saying, m
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You) by writeasoph, literature
Literature
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 househo
Rules are Meant to be Broken (When I'm with You) by writeasoph, literature
Literature
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 househo
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.
hey guys
i bet you think im dead since im so inactive lol. though i’d update you cos i have nothing better to do.
1) septiplier is pretty dead. im drowning in jelix now lol but i do have a final septiplier fic going that i just need to finish now the ending is sight but after that i cant promise youll get anymore
2) any of the old stuff isnt being updated. sorry for any promises ive broken but i just cant. i have no idea why anyone read nightmares because the parts that i wrote were absolutely atrocious and so cringy that i cant even read it, never mind carry it on. my cowriter is the one who actually did the work and im gonna try and
I'm meant to be doing a project which is for tomorrow, and I only have a half of it done. And it's 2:56 in the morning. But the worst thing is that instead of keep doing the goddamn project, I'm goofing around, reading almost all of those small and cute fanficts you have here because THOSE TWO ARE TOO PRECIOUS AND I JUST CAN'T STOP READING. I. CAN'T. STOP. I love your work, seriously. Keep it up.