Septiplier One Shots

Lunch Drop*

Mornings were always crazy in their house. No matter how early they would get up they always seemed rushed and late. Well, Mark was always late because he was the only one that had a time schedule. Jack was lucky enough to have a job he could do from the comforts of their home but he still got up early to see his husband off for the day.

"Mark!" Jack shouted trying to get Mark's attention as his husband rushed around the kitchen with a piece of toast hanging from his mouth and looking for his student's tests, he turned to Jack with a quizzical mumble, "They're in the living room."

Mark smirked and dashed to the living room and scooping the tests up in his arms. Mark ran back into the kitchen and pulled his coffee from the microwave and took the toast from his mouth quickly chewing the bite he had taken and turned to Jack, "Thank you. I love you," Mark said planting a buttery, crumby kiss on Jack's cheek and skidding out the door and to his car. Jack calmly walked out after him and watched Mark struggle into the car before crawling in and rolling the window down, "Bye, babe. See you tonight!"

Jack just rolled his eyes and waved at his husband, "Drive safe! Love you!"

Mark stared at him with heart-eyes a moment before remembering he's late and slamming on the gas pedal and pulling out of the driveway and away to the high school. Jack watched him go before shivering and thinking to himself he really shouldn't be out in his boxers this early. It's fuckin' freezing.

Jack shut the front door and let the warmth of the house wash away the chill that the morning air had graced him with. Rubbing his hands together, he wondered into the living room and plopped himself on the couch. Soon he had pulled a blanket tight around himself and turned the news on. The morning light finally started crawling its way into the room.

Jack's eyes were still glued to the tv, which had some point had switched from the news to a local talk show. He felt kinda silly for still watching but they were currently cooking a steak and it looked so good he was considering trying it sometime. He pulled himself from the screen to look outside, it looked like it was warming up. He could see some elementary age kids start to come out with their parents to go to the bus stop. He smiled thinking about how even though the elementary children were just starting the day his husband and his students had begrudgingly already been going for an hour and a half. He was so grateful he didn't have to leave home to work.

Speaking of work, he should probably start reading over the reports sent to him, if he started now he would probably be done by noon. And if he was done then that mean he could do whatever he pleased for the rest of the day. He hadn't had a day in a while where he could just lounge around. With the prospect of a lazy day ahead, Jack pulled himself up from his cocoon on the couch, letting the blanket pool around his feet and stretching.

Jack lazily yawned and scratched his stomach as he made his way to the stairs to go to his bedroom and put a shirt on, screw pants though he was staying in his boxers and no one could stop him. Jack absentmindedly glanced into the kitchen as he took the first steps up the stairs before pausing. He did not just see what he thinks he saw.

Because if he saw what he thinks he saw that means his day in is screwed. Jack slowly crept backward down the steps and glanced back into the kitchen.

Fuck. Yep, there it was, just sitting on the counter glaring at him.

A fucking little brown paper bag with the word 'Mark' fuckin written in his handwriting and a heart in sharpie.

Jack huffed and let his head fall and he looked at his feet with a sigh, welp there goes his plans of no pants. Jack groaned and tossed his head back and stomped up the steps to get dressed. He may have planned to stay in all day but there was no way he was letting his husband go without lunch, he's seen him hungry and it's not pretty. There was no way he was subjecting those kids to that, also the thought of Mark not eating made him sad and if he didn't go he'd feel bad all day.