Septiplier One Shots!

A Tumblr-tastic Tattoo artist and Flourist AU

Okay, I know we have not updated for like, half a year. I am so sorry about that. Lemme just say a bunch of shit went down in both X's and I's life in the time we were gone. Also, I know, some of you wanted me to continue the Hollow Earth, I know. "But M! You said if we commented you'd continue that!" Well I'm going to put it blandly. I fucking hate that story. It is cheesy, and just flat out horrible thing in my opinion. I just, I really hate it, and I hope you guys understand that I don't want to continue it.

One last thing. This shit is like twenty pages on Google docs so I hope this makes up for the time we were dead. Also explanatory if anything is cut off or fucked up so just comment if any things fucked up.

Enjoy.

The flowers smelled today. The roses were the strongest, reaching Jack's nose from across the street as he buzzed a naked firefighter woman on a man's arm. On days like this, he literally wanted to throw his inker at Mark across the road. I mean, naturally, he liked Mark, adored him. And on breaks like lunch or a coffee break, he would ruffle his green hair under his beanie and watch the dark hair of the man across the street as he gave out flowers. Oblivious (as always) to Jack's blue eyes trailing after him.

This is why he hated him.

As a child, Jack had been happy. Lived well, had friends. Flower crowns littered his childhood. Middle school hit him like a brick, but eventually he got back up to the top of his class.

High school.... Jesus Christ. This is where the small Irish man moved across the fucking continent. But he was okay. This is where he had met the half-Korean half American. Simply a partner in math class... Yet, feelings grew, slowly but surely. From one of them anyway...

Then college came. And they were separated.

They had exchanged phone numbers and promised to call yet.... Neither of them did. College got in the way. And when Jack finally had dropped out, he had lost the tiny slip of paper with Mark's number on it, and now that he had dropped out with less than one hundred dollars in his pocket.... He didn't feel like he had a meaning. He eventually landed a job at a restaurant and when he had enough to buy himself his own place and shop, he ran as if he would be murdered if he didn't.

Jack bought himself some space, painted the walls, renovated, and eventually got an inker. He got his first customer on the third day it was open, a girl, around his age asked for a tattoo. A blue butterfly. And he did it gratefully. He had her pay about seventy dollars (he had been tempted to have her pay a hundred, as she had that much) and she then went and spread the word, and he became highly respected in the neighborhood.

Then Mark moved in. Jack had recognized him immediately, and ran over almost immediately to greet his old friend. But Mark didn't recognize him. Didn't fucking recognize him. I mean yes Jack got gauges in his ears, but he had taken them out. Yeah... He did tattoo his arms... All the way up to his shoulders. And lastly, yes he did dye his hair.

Mark just stayed Mark. He had matured and became more masculine and stuff, but other than that nothing changed. When Jack ran up to him and nearly suffocated the half-American in a hug, surprised when he quickly pushed him off and asked who Jack was.

"I'm Jack!" He started hopefully, motioning towards himself with his hands. And when Mark raised an eyebrow he asked, "From high school..?"

And only to his disappointment, Mark bent down to pick up a bucket of flowers that happened to get discarded and replied, "I don't really remember anything from high school. I-I got sick after I graduated... I got really sick... And they accidentally overdosed me on a medicine...can't remember the name...They were able to save me and get me some basic memory back but- high school wasn't really one of them. We could still be friends though, Jack was it?"