Okey sooo

I'ma treat this like a one shot book too! Req in the comments and I will try mah vury best. Now, I'ma one shot Septiplier because IT'S THE BEST SHIP EVER
(Media by yours truly)

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~ Marks POV

I was sitting in my chair because swag, waiting for Jack to pick up the Skype call. Totally wearing pants. I looked over at Tiny box Tim and pet him because he's FRIGGIN ADORABLE AIDHSHSJAJD when Jack picked up the Skyape call.

"Hey" I said
"Hai."
"What are we recording again?"
"I don't fucking know, that's your job!" He says with a smile.

A cute smile... what? What am I talking about?? I'm married (to myself) clearly... why was I staring at Sean liek he was some Irish supermodel? Because he's cute. No, yes. Idk.

"LET'S PLAY FNAF" I yelled.
"Nah."
"Oh okay Mr. Smartass, what are we gonna do for content?!" I said with a voice crack, throwing my amazing hands in the air because I'm so hawt.

Jack smirks.
Oh that's not good.

"I don't know."

I gave him the -^- look. Sometimes this guy needs a high five. He likes that, right? A good high five.. in the face... with a chair... made of steel... mhm yea.
WPSHHH!

"We could do that new game.."
He suggests.
What? A new game? THAT I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT???????????!?

"What is it?"

"Septiplier." He says with a snicker.

Septiplier. Of fucking course. SOMEONE GET ME AN STEEL CHAIR!
Ishipit.

"Jack, I hate to break it to you, but that game doesn't exist." I say. Jack starts laughing.
"Exactly! We could totally fuck with people's heads, like a BOSS!!!!" He screams the last part with a fist pump.
Ohh. Of course. He wasn't serious about the septiplier thing... that's dissapointing.. what? MARK STAHP.

"Sean, I really think you need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of steel."
"That would be BOSSOME!!!"
I facepalm. Irish people...

I sighs dramatically.

"Why so upset, Mark? You couldn't possibly have thought I was serious about septiplier?" He says with a even bigger smirk, and an eyebrow wiggle.

"No! Of course not!" I spat.
He started to laugh.
"Dude, you TOTALLY thought I was serious!!" He laughs even harder.

I feel my face get red. "Hmph."
"Aww, blushing and everything! Fucking adorable, mark." He says with a grin.

He thought I was adorable... FUCK MARK STAHP ALREADY AIEGEIWUEUHEHEHEBE.

"Hey, Mark."

"What?"

"Say goodbye to the watchers! :D"

He was RECORDING?! Two can play at this game.

"GOODBYE!" I yelled to the camera and he laughed and turned it off.

"Wow jack, your a great actor."
"Gee, thanks Markimoo."
"Why don't you tell me how you really feel?"
"What? Oh.. uh.."

~Sean's POV

How I really felt... no, no I couldn't tell him. Fucking no, I was kidding god damnit!
...
I was kidding right?
I looked at the computer screen , strait into Marks big brown curious eyes. That face... it was boss. Clearly not as BOSS as mine, but still...

I was taking my time to answer, fucking damnit...

"Sean, we're off camera sooo. . ." Mark says, with his deep, husky voice. Beautiful.

"How do YOU feel??" I counter.
"Thats a bit obvious at this point, isn't it?" Mark says, shifting akwardly.

Damn.

"Yeah... same."
Mark gave an evil smile.
OH GODDAMNIT MARK STOP!

"Now you can say goodbye to my camera!" He says holding up his own camera.

"MARK DONT YOU FUCKING DARE!!" I yell.

"Only if you don't post yours~" He says with a sexy voice.

God damnit Mark you arsehole.

"Okay, FINE!" I sigh.

He wasn't serious about septiplier after all.... but I was.

~To be continued