Septiplier One-Shots

Tired, Aren't You?

«Flufferoo!»
Jack Yawned Softly, Fiddling With The Zipper On His Footie Pajamas.
"Mark. Come To Bed, Please." Jack Stopped Playing With The Silver Object And Looked Up.
"Mark?" He Asked Again, Then Climbing Out Of The Bed.

"Mark... Where Are You?" He Asked In A Soft Voice.
Mark Had Left Without Jack's Knowledge, He Was Just Going To Borrow Something From Felix. It Was Only Ten At Night, But Mark Wanted Jack In Bed When It's That Time.

"Thank You." He Said, Beginning To Walk Towards His House.
He Found That The Lights Were On, That Meant Jack Was Up. Jack Then Looked Out The Window, And Quickly Shut Off The Lights. He Dashed Upstairs And Threw Himself In Bed, Faking It. Mark Came Inside And Locked The Door, Then Placing His Stuff Down Near The Couch. He Had Known That Jack Was Up, Because Whenever The Lights Are On, He's Awake.

Mark Made His Way Upstairs, Pretending To Not Know That Jack Was Up. He Checked His Room, A Small Lump Lay Under The Covers. Mark Then Moved Toward The Lump, Feeling Around To Find Jack's Backside. Mark Had Found It, And He Heard A Loud Yelp. Mark Began Patting His Backside Like A Pair Of Bongos. Jack Sat Up,
"Mark!" He Squealed, Hitting Mark With His Pillow.
"What?" Mark Laughed,
"Don't Slap That!" Jack Said, Hitting Him Harder With The Pillow.

"Why? It's So Plump, Like Two Small Fleshy Melons." Mark Said, That Made Jack Stop Hitting Him.
He Clasped A Hand Over His Mouth, Then Giving A Death Glare.
"Do You Want To Sleep On The Couch?" Jack Asked.
"Do You Want Me To Love You?" Mark Said, Jack Gave In And Crawled Towards Mark.
"I Love You." Jack Kicked His Feet, And Mark Knelt Down.

"Love Yo-" Jack Kicked Mark On Accident, Knocking His Glasses Off.
"Oh No!" Jack Jumped Into Mark's Arms, Covering His Face With Wet, Slobbery Kisses.
"Jack! I'm Fine!" Mark Said, Picking Up His Glasses And Putting Them Back On.
"Jack! Stop It!" Mark Laughed As He Fell Over, Jack Let Out A Mewl Sound When Mark Fell.  Jack Then Lay Down On Mark's Chest, Snuggling His Head Into It. Mark Then Got Up And Turned On His Heels.
"Where Are You Going?" Jack Asked, Mark Stopping In His Tracks.

"I'm Taking You Back To Your Room." Mark Answered, Beginning To Walk Again.
"It's Past Your Bedtime Anyway." He Kissed Jack's Forehead,
"Mark, I'm Twenty-Six Years Old! You Don't Need To Baby Me!" Jack Laughed.

"What's The Point Of Being In A Relationship If You Can't Baby Your Partner?" Mark Asked,
Jack Playfully Rolled His Eyes.
"Shut Up, You Dork." Jack Said,
"Love You, Too... Bubble Butt." Mark Laughed, Jack Blushed And Hit Mark Gently.
"Sh-Shut Up!" Jack Exclaimed, Mark Pushed The Bedroom Door Open.
"Mark!" Jack Said,
"Yes, Baby Boo?" Mark Asked, Starting To Cradle Jack.
"Stop, With... The Baby Stuff..."  Jack Yawned, Closing His Eyes Slowly.

"Night, Night, Baby..." Mark Whispered, Putting Jack In Bed And Leaving. Jack Sat Up, Giggling Softly As He Snuck Out Of Bed. He Tip Toed Out Of His Room And Crept Downstairs, Sitting On The Couch And Putting The TV On A Low Volume.
Mark Then Went To Check On Jack, Seeing His Door Was Open. Normally Mark's Cradling And Or Singing Would Lull Jack To Sleep. Mark Shook His Head And Chuckled Silently, Creeping Downstairs. Mark His Behind The Couch, Seeing Chica Sleeping Next To It.

Mark Then Jumped Up And Grabbed Jack's Hips. Jack Gasped As He Was Pulled Behind The Couch. Mark Kissed Jack To Shut Him Up, And Pulled Away.
"It's Past Your Bedtime, Sweetie." Mark Said, Standing Up While Helping Jack.
"Sorry, Markie. But Why Do You Get To Stay Up Late?!" Jack Hugged Mark.

"Because I'm Older." Mark Smiled, Kissing Jack's Forehead. "Now. Upstairs, Young Man." Mark Pointed To The Stairs.
"Yes, Ma..." Jack Said, Rolling His Eyes.
Mark Then Ran Up To Jack And Picked Him Up, Kissing His Cheek With Loud Kissing Noises.
"Mark!!" Jack Yelled, Mark Just Started Squeezing Jack's Backside Softly.
"YIPE!" Jack Squealed, Blushing. Mark Stopped, And Put Jack Down.
"I Just Love My Sweetheart's Butt..." Mark Whispered,
"MARK!" Jack Exclaimed, Slugging His Shoulder.

"Jack, I'm Just Joking!" Mark Laughed Harder, Sliding His Coat Off. Mark Draped His Coat Over Jack's Shoulders.
"Markie...." Jack Yawned, Dozing Off And Falling Into Mark's Arms.

"Sweet, Sweet, Baby..." Mark Smiled, Carrying Jack Upstairs And Put Him In His Bed.
"Night, Night, Seán...." Mark Whispered As He Grabbed His Coat And Closed The Door. He Left The Door Opened Just A Crack, Leaving A Little Bit Of Light To Peek Through. Mark Exhaled And Changed When He Got To His Room.
"He Really Is Like A Baby..." Mark Whispered To Himself, Heading Downstairs To Watch TV. It Was Eleven At Night, It Took Mark An Hour To Get Jack In Bed.
"He May Be An Energetic Person... But He Still Needs Sleep." Mark Sighed And Lay On The Couch, Losing The Chance Of Being Awake.

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Mark Woke Up To A Pair Of Big Blue Eyes, And He Sat Up.
"Good Morning, Markie~!" Jack Chirped,
"Morning, Sweetie..." Mark Cooed Quietly. Mark Stretched Out And Hugged Him, Rubbing Circles On Jack's Back.
"Why Were You Sleeping On The Couch? I Never Told You To." Jack Tilted His Head.
"I Tried Staying Up." Mark Answered, Getting Up And Scratching His Head.
"How Was Your Sleep, Bubble Butt?" Mark Asked, Jack Blushed.
"I-I Slept Okay...!" Jack Mumbled,
"Come On, We Have Things To Do. I'll Make Some Breakfast." Mark Said, Turning On His Heels And Heading Go The Kitchen.
"Love You, Markie!" Jack Called, Sitting Down.
"Love You, Too, Baby!" Mark Called Back.