Septiplier One-Shots

Lies

Mark stood in the center of his living room, his face streaked with tears and his phone in his hand. He couldn't stop reading the message he'd gotten over an hour ago, so he continued to read it, breaking his heart all over again every time.

"Mark, you're a great guy, but I met someone today. He's sexy and funny and smart... not to say that you aren't, he's just... a lot better. He invited me to an exclusive party on his yacht tonight. I figured if I was going to sleep with a filthy rich guy, I might as well have the common courtesy to dump you first. I may be an attractive woman, but I'm no two-timer. I'm sorry... well, for you. In all honesty, it was all a lie. I wanted in on your channel. You were supposed to make me Internet famous. But instead, you claimed it was 'dangerous to reveal my identity' and that you 'loved me too much to cause me harm'. The feeling isn't mutual, and I don't need you anymore, so delete my contact information and get over yourself. And just know that, had you not been so selfish, this wouldn't have happened."

Mark couldn't believe it. He'd fallen for a sweet, humble brunette. She laughed at all of his ridiculous jokes and actions. She didn't mind his busy schedule. She liked his friends and his friends liked her. But the woman that sent that message was... well... the opposite. In fact, the lady that sent that text was a straight-up bitch.

Just as Mark sat down, preparing to cry for the third time in an hour, a knock on the door temporarily snapped him out of his depression.

"Jack...?" Mark questioned after seeing the pale, green-haired man in his doorway.

"Jeez, Mark! Whatcha been cryin' about? Ya look awful..." Jack asked, concerned, as he stepped ino Mark's apartment.

Mark pointed to his phone on the coffee table in the living room, the heartbreaking text still on the screen. After quickly reading over it, Jack allowed himself to utter a stream of cuss words. When he was done with his small, curse-filled rant, he paused for a moment before speaking again in a very different tone.

"Mark..." he started, "I'm so sorry. But you shouldn't be upset over that-" Jack paused, desperately trying not to say anything that would offend Mark, "over someone like her." Jack finished, calmly.

"I know..." Mark stated pitifully as he whimpered, "but... I thought she was the one..."

By the end of his sentence, Mark was bawling like a baby. Jack closed the door and led him over to the couch, allowing them both to sit down. Before Jack was completely seated, Mark grabbed him by the waist and pulled him down, burying his face in Jack's chest as he sobbed. The Irishman only stuttered a few random sounds and blushed in response. After he regained his composure, the younger male smiled down at Mark as he stroked his red and black floof.

"Shh... Jackaboy's here, Markimoo... Everything's gonna be ok..." Jack whispered.

Mark sniffled and looked up, meeting Jack's kind gaze.

"Thanks, leprechaun..." Mark teased, sitting up and sniffling.

"Anytime, hamster."

"Why hamster?" Mark asked, confused, as he laughed.

"Because you're cute..." Jack mumbled so quietly that even he didn't hear it.

"What? Speak up, leprechaun!" Mark ordered, laughing and wiping away tears.

"I said it's because you're cute, alright?" Jack said, defensively, as he looked away and blushed.

"O-Oh..."

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Jack stood and turned to leave.

"Jack! Wait..." Mark said, putting his arm out and standing.

"For what? You to judge me? Please just... forget about it. I was only kidding, anyways..." Jack lied.

As Jack forcefully pushed Mark aside, Mark grabbed his shoulder, making Jack turn around.

"Mark please just forget abou-"

Jack was interrupted by a pair of lips crashing into his own. The kiss was passionate and long; it held meaning.

As they broke the embrace to breathe, they both spoke simultaneously.

"I love you," they said in unison.

"I love you, too," they each replied, once again, at the same time.

"I think that's a sign," Mark said, giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Me too... but ya know, Mark... I could make you completely forget about that skank you were dating..." Jack said in a sensual voice as he snaked his arms around Mark's waist.

"Oh really? And just how do you plan to do that?" Mark asked, smirking.

"I think you know..."

"Well... Maybe I'd like a demonstration."

A/N: No, Jackaboy isn't the uke for once. XD