Septiplier One-Shots

Coach's Baby

Another chapter written by Pey!
Also, I decided, since there are alot of active readers, I thought I'd recommend some other septiplier fanfics for you to check out!
Today's recommendation: 'roommates - septiplier' by septicbaby
It's my current favorite!

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"What the hell, Wade?!" Jack yelled, griping onto the ropes of the sparring boxing ring. "It's not that hard to dodge and swing right!"

"I'm trying here, McLoughlin!" Wade yelled, calling the owner of the gym by his former boxing name. Wade turned to look at Jack and got rewarded with a punch to the jaw from his sparring partner, Bob.

"I'm done with you, Minion!" Jack yelled, calling Wade by his ring name. "Get out and let Yami go!" Wade and Bob both crawled under the ropes and stepped away from the platform, watching as Yami and his partner got in and immediately started fighting.

Jack shook his head in disappointment and walked over to the punching bags, watching his boyfriend with admiration.

Mark, Jack's boyfriend, was wearing boxing gloves and had on basketball shorts and no shirt-which wasn't anything new, half of the guys at the boxing gym didn't wear shirts in general. Mark had the appropriate gloves on and was honestly punching the crap out of the bag, Jack watching as his muscles flexed every time he swung. McLoughlin noticed that Mark's posture was a bit off, and came up behind him gently pressing a hand on Mark's abs. Mark flinched a little but didn't let it show-he was scared Jack would yell at him like he did with the other guys.

"Keep tension here, babe." Jack said softly. "Tighten your core and swing. And keep your back straight too." Mark nodded his head and Jack removed his hand, watching as Mark did as told.

"That looks a lot better, Mark." Jack said, coming up behind Mark and wrapping his arms around the taller's waist.

"You're doing really well, baby." Jack said, feeling Mark turn around and return his small hug. "I'm super proud of you."

"YAMI!" Jack yelled, pulling away from Mark. "I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT KEEP YOUR FORM I WILL CARVE ABS ON YOU MYSELF." Mark flinched at how harsh and loud Jack's voice was, McLoughlin noticing and turning to him.

"Are you alright, Mark?" Jack asked.

"Y-yeah..." Mark stuttered. "It's just strange hearing you yell like that. I don't think I've ever heard you yell until you took me here to see your job."

"It's my job, Mark." Jack started. "I'm a coach, I gotta tell at people." Mark's facial features turned a bit sad, and Jack placed a hand on his shoulder.

"If you think I'm going to yell at you, I'm not." Jack said. He knew Mark was a big softie on the inside, and he got hurt very easily.

"You're doing so well, Mark." Jack said. "I'm being honest when I say that. Some of these guys have been boxing longer than me and you're doing MUCH better than them; and you've only been here a month."

"I just want to make you happy..." Mark said. Jack turned him and pressed their foreheads together, kissing Mark's nose.

"You make me so happy, babe. I love you and I'm happy you decided to give this a try." Jack said. Mark smiled and quickly pecked his lips, then going to Jack's nose, cheeks, and forehead.

"Thanks, nerd." Mark said, turning back to the punching bag. "I love you too, by the way."