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David and Sarah contrasted very hard. Sarah, who’s hair was not-dyed blond and was wearing a lesbian pride shirt with it’s bright colors, was a sharp contrast to David who was dressed entirely in black save a rainbow patch on his jacket.
But he felt eyes on him. Preparing to glare at whoever dared look at him, he saw a short, vaguely hispanic boy with hazel eyes. He was clutching a sketchbook behind three books, and his glasses kept falling down his nose.
And he was staring right at David. Not Sarah, David.
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My contribution for Valentine’s day 2017, rpn!au.
What could be better than a punk and a nerd in love? XD
Not really my day of the year... but it gives opportunity for cute ideas, especially when you have amazing themes like pn!au and rpn!au. I love them <3
I Wish everyone who reads this a nice Valentine’s day. <3
Septiplier-[Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and it’s characters!
Summary: Punk Mark saves Nerd Jack’s ass from a fight. They get into a heated discussion at home, Mark yells and then has to cheer up his cute little boyfriend [WARNING THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]
I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! Sorry for my recent absence. My mom’s pretty adamant about me taking a break from my blog. I decided to sneak on and post this little fic before she even knew i was on. I’m still writing don’t worry! I wont be gone forever. I’ll probs be back tomorrow. ALSO I SUCK ASS AT TITLES!!!!
Set in a punk!mark nerd!jack high school AU.
Mark slammed the door to the house as Jack stumbled inside.
“What the fuck was that?” Mark demanded, looking particularly angry with Jack. Jack gazed at him, trembling, not liking the furious tone.
“I-I was standing up for myself!”
“To SAM?! Sam could kick your ass in 5 seconds and has a whole bunch of cronies to back him up!” Mark yelled. “You’re lucky i was there to bail you out!” Mark noticed the tears in the corner of Jack’s eyes. Mark paused before pulling the younger into a hug. “I’m sorry. I was just afraid he would hurt you.”
“I-I kn-know…” Jack muttered. Mark carded a hand through Jack’s bright green hair as the smaller man gazed up admiring the face he’d come to love. Littered with piercings, it was still a beautiful face. Jack leaned up and kissed Mark gently. Mark pulled away and looked into Jack’s bright blue eyes.
“Forgive me for yelling?” He smiled. Jack smirked, feeling a bit playful.
“I don’t know…” Jack trailed off, tapping his chin. Mark smiled at the change in tone.
“Oh come on. Pretty please?” Jack chuckled at Mark, the stereotypical punk kid, batting his eyelashes at Jack in an attempt to get him to accept his apology. “I hurt my hand decking out Sam.” Mark pouted. Jack giggled and kissed his knuckles.
“There. Is your boo-boo all better?”
“I guess…” Mark whined, hardly keeping himself from giggling.
“Now about that apology. MAYBE i’ll accept if you get me… a cake!”
“Like Hell I’m getting you a cake, you had one three days ago! You’re gonna get fat from so much sugar.” Mark poked Jack’s belly for emphasis, not expecting the Irishman to recoil and giggle. A grin slowly grew on Mark’s face as Jack’s paled.
“Mahark… I know what you’re thinking. Dohon’t do it!” Jack wanted, slowly backing away. Mark began walking closer, his hands raised with wiggling fingers.
“Whatcha gonna do about it?” Mark asked in a low voice. Jack paused, then bolted. Mark was taken aback at first before chuckling and taking off after him. They dodged furniture, turned corners, and ran. Until Mark finally caught Jack’s sweater and pulled him back into his arms.
“Nahaha! Lehehemme goho!” Jack half-heartedly fought against Mark, but his boyfriend was much stronger than him.
“Oh Jack~ The tickle monster’s coming for you~!”
“Dohohon’t yohohou DAHAHARE!” Jack shrieked as Mark’s fingers dove under his sweater and into his belly, wigging and scratching at the skin. Jack thrashed so hard he lost his footing, but Mark’s grip held him up. His legs flailed underneath him and his arms wiggled from under Mark’s bear-hug-trap. Jack was already a blushy, giggly mess at Mark’s tickle monster charade.
“Tickle tickle tickle, Jacky!” Mark giggled at the thrashing, blushing, and cackling irishman. When Jack felt one of Mark’s hands start to wander towards his right side his thrashing increased ten fold.
“Nahaha! D-Dohohont dohoho ihihit!” Jack cried. Mark grinned widely as his hand started gently scratching at the side.
“What? This?” Mark feigned innocence as he drew desperate cackling from the younger.
“MAHARK! MAHAHAHARK, STAHAHAP! FAHAHACK!” Jack pleaded through his hysterical laughter. Mark giggled to himself, amused by Jack’s sensitivity. He began to notice how Jack’s laughter grow hiccupy and wheezy, so he let the tired man go. Jack stumbled away from Mark, supporting himself on the wall to catch his breath. Mark stood, admiring him with a shit eating grin. When Jack’s breathing returned to normal he looked up at Mark with a smirk.
“Your turn.” Jack pounced on Mark, holding him against the wall.
“J-Jack? D-Don’t! I will kill you if yohohou- nahaha!” Mark began giggling uncontrollably as Jack’s fingers found his tummy. Jack’s hands dove under his letter jacket and t-shirt to scratch at the bare, ticklish skin. Mark through his head back in laughter as Jack’s hands wandered around his skin, tickling on his sides, stomach and ribs. Each new place elicited new laughter from the older. Jack grinned in giddy joy. Here he was, tickling his boyfriend, the toughest kid in school, to pieces!
“Jahahack! Stahahahap ihihit!”
“Not until i find your tickle spot, Markimoo!” Jack teased. It wasn’t long until he found it though. He quickly noticed the higher his hands went, the louder and more desperate Mark’s laughter got. Jack almost immediately found his next target. Jack shoved his hands at Mark’s underarms and began wiggling his fingers at the hollows. Mark exploded into hearty laughter, throwing his head back and letting it all out. Jack joined in, giggling to himself at the hilarity of the situation.
“Cootchie cootchie coo, Mark!” Jack teased as his boyfriend went red in the face. Eventually, the teasing and the tickling got too much for Mark to handle and he pushed his boyfriend away and wrapped his arms around his body defensively to protect himself from further attack. Jack busted out laughing.
“Oh man, Mark! That was hilarious. I never knew you were that ticklish!”
“You’re one to talk. Does ‘MARK STAP!’ ring a bell?” Mark mocked his boyfriend’s earlier cries.
“Shut up.” Jack blushed and punched his boyfriend lightly in the shoulder. Mark wrapped his arm around Jack and pulled him close.
“Now come on. Let’s go get a cake.”
“Really?” Jack looked up with hopeful eyes, bouncing up and down in excitement with an excited smile. Mark chuckled at the adorable look.
“Yes, really.”
“YES! Meet ya there!” Jack yelled and bolted, racing Mark down the street to the nearby bakery. Mark chuckled once more, admiring the bouncy nature of his lovable, ticklish boyfriend before taking off after him.
