Septiplier One Shots

Go Go Gadget

"Sean, turn that-" Mark yelled into the living room. He was sitting in his recording room answering tweets while Sean was blasting No Twerk.

"TURN THAT UP? WILL DO CAPTAIN!" Sean yelled back, dancing to the speakers and turning the music up, almost breaking the knob. He continued to dance around the room.

"JUST GOT A FAT ASS LIKE MAGIC, AND NOW YOU'RE TRYNA SHAKE IT LIKE RACHET, I GUESS THEY MUST CALL YOU GO GADGET!" Sean sang, his voice cracking in many different syllables.

Mark bursted through the door and stomped downstairs to see his boyfriend steaming.

"I WILL RIP THESE SPEAKERS TO PIECES SEAN!"

"JUST DANCE, MARK! DON'T BE A PARTY POOPER!" Mark sighed, wiping his hand down his face.

"I HAVE TWEETS TO-" Sean danced forward and took Mark's hands, dancing him around the living room. The end of the song had come, and Sean dipped Mark, almost dropping him.

"I have tweets to answer." Mark said plainly. Sean let his boyfriend fall to the ground; Mark had gotten the breath knocked out of him.

"Just got a fat ass like magic," Sean hummed as if he hadn't just dropped someone. He disconnected his phone from the speakers and sat down on the couch. Mark scoffed playfully and stood, rubbing the back of his head. He walked behind the couch and snaked his hands down Sean's arms and whispered in his ear:

"It's the hard knock life,"

"For us." Sean finished.