Septiplier One-Shots

crush

And this is my very first One-Shot! I wanted to start a book on Septiplier One-Shots because... well, why not. I will have warnings before every chapter starts to let you know if there's anything like smut, angst, character death, etc. I will also have descriptions to let you know what the chapter is about. Sorry for all my ranting... Enjoy!

Warnings: None, you're good

Edit: this was written like a yr ago and it's cringy af bear w me

I was such a smol lmao

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There Jack was, sitting at the lunch table in the back, occasionally glancing over to where Mark was sitting across the room, attempting not to look obvious as he bit into his sandwich. Maybe he go over and introduce himself with a joke? Maybe he can go over and comment on how great his essay was last period.

"Oh, who am I kidding.", Jack thought bitterly to himself. "A big doofus like me can't even get close enough to even being friends with Mark."

Mark was seemingly a very popular teen. One of the most popular kids in the highschool. He has good grades and good looks, it was no wonder why a lot of the girls swooned over him. Jack had no chance.

"Dude, I swear to god, if you don't go and fucking talk to him one day-", A familiar voice interrupted. Jack snapped out of his trance, jumping slightly.

"Christ, don't scare me like that! And I don't know what you're talking about.", Jack said to the Swedish man.

"Bro, sorry to break it to you but you're crush is more obvious than a barrel riding a bicycle.", Pewds said with a laugh. Jack made a face.

"What the fuck does that even mean? And no, I do not have a crush on Mark.", Jack said as he crossed his arms. Felix, or Pewdiepie as some people called him, was one of Jack's, and probably only, friend. Pewds got along with almost everyone and has this weird problem calling everyone "bro".

"Come on, bro!", Pewds whined as he slung his arm over Jack's shoulder. "Let me help you two get together. My bestie needs a new boo!"

"No.", Jack says simply, as he shrugs the other's arm off his shoulder. "And even if I did let you, we've never even talked before."

"Hey that's not true! Remember when he asked you for a pencil in Biology? Boy, I never seen your face so red in my life!", Pewds said and Jack smacked him lightly.

"Leave me alone, Felix" , Jack warned, packing up his lunch.

Pewds was about to say more but was cut off by the all too familiar ring of the bell.

"Well, good luck with your crush Jackieboy! I'll tell you if I find anything out.", Felix said as he patted the Irishman on the shoulder and headed out the main door.

"Whatever", He says to the Swede but the said man was already walking away.

At the end of the day Jack quickly gets his things from his locker, sighing as he picked a stickynote that said the word 'Fag' in red capital letters off of his locker and threw it away.

The next day at school Jack thought about his crush that he (totally didn't have) on Mark. He was so into his thoughts as he walked his next class in the hallway that he accidentally crashed into somebody, dropping all of his things and landing on the floor.

"Oh, sorry about that!", An apologetic voice said. Jack looked to see none other than Mark helping gather his things. Jack felt like he couldn't breathe.

"N-No I should be the one sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going..", Jack squeaked out.

"Here.", Mark said as he offered Jack a hand and Jack looked surprised but took it. Mark handed Jack his things and went to join his friends who were impatiently waiting for him to catch up.

His friend's whispered something to Mark, with a grin, he shoved them away playfully. His friends laughed as they walked away.

Jack looked down at his hand and then at Mark, a small smile on his face.

He didn't even take his sandwich out of the plastic bag it was in during lunch, choosing instead to lay his head down into his arms that were on the table.

He felt a light tap on his shoulder but he didn't budge.

"Listen Felix, I'm really not in the mood-"

"It's Mark."

His head shot up like a bullet and there in all his glory was Mark with none of his asshole friends behind him.

"S-Sorry, thought you were Pewds.", Jack says quickly and Mark smiles a bit.

"It's fine, I understand. I just wanted to see if I could sit here", Mark said and Jack looked at him confused.

"Uh, sure.", He says, almost gleeful.

Mark sits himself next to Jack in the, overly uncomfortable seat.

"By the way, is that a Don't Starve shirt? I haven't played that game in forever!"

And just like that a friendship started. Mark would go to the table far back in the room where Jack sat nearly every day. They'd talk about video games or their lives, or just plain random things. All in all, they became close friends.

"How are you today, beautiful?", Mark asked as he sat down, watching Jack as he almost choked. Jack was wiping the milk he managed to spit three feet ahead of him before he replied.

"F-Fine. How are you, sexy?" Jack says, his face turning a bright crimson immediately after.  Mark stares at him a bit in surprise and then bursts out laughing.

"Your face is so red!" Mark said as Jack whacked his shoulder, playfully.

Jack giggled before rolling his eyes, "Shut up, ya doof."

Mark simply grinned in response to his friend, before laughing.

At that moment Jack realized how close they were. Their knees touched slightly, and he had to tilt his head up to look Mark in the eyes. He could feel Mark's breath as he laughed. Now that he thought about it, Mark had stopped laughing, and was facing Jack, his expression serious.

"Jack.", Mark says suddenly, his voice no longer playful.

"Yes?", Jack asks. Did he do something wrong?

"I'm about to do something crazy." Jack raised a brow.

"A good crazy or a bad crazy?"

He's surprised when Mark kisses him on the cheek. Once again his cheeks heat up, as he stares at his hands, unable to speak.

"Was that too much?", Mark asks concerned but Jack shakes his head.

"No! No, that was perfect.", Jack says with a smile and Mark lets out a sigh of relief.

A familiar Swedish meatball pokes his head from the crowd.

"Fucking finally!", Pewds yells and Jack turns around and yells a " Shut up!"

No, Jack did not have a crush on Mark Fischbach, because he was in love with him.

My very first One-Shot... Yay. Comments are always appreciated!

-K

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