Septiplier one shots ^_^

Imagination

(So I'm supposed to be asleep and it's half 10 but I was clearing old photos out of my phone and I found this cute fan art I had a screenshot of, and that made the little hamster in the fanfic area of my brain start running in his wheel)

"Mark" Jack smiled and ran toward his friend, hugging him
"Jack!" The American smiled back "God I've missed you" he hugged Jack tighter, the scent of his deodorant was familiar to Mark, and it was a smell Mark loved. Maybe it was because it belonged to his friend, or maybe it was just because it meant Jack was really here

"I'm glad to be back" the younger man smiled "I've missed you too mark. Matt and Ryan and chica too!"
"Matt and Ryan have been looking forward to seeing you again too" Mark nodded "have you heard about-"
"Myan being cannon? Hell yeah"
"They're really cute together" Mark agree
"I guess the only ship left to sail then is septiplier" Jack laughed, and Mark nodded again
"Hey, who's saying it won't"
Jack looked quizzically at Mark "well I thought you were.. I mean, you're straight right?"
Mark smirked at jack "maybe I am, maybe I'm not." He leaned closer to Jack again, his cheeky smirk still plastered on his face "maybe i want to kiss you right now"
Jack blushed, but copied marks smirk "then what's stopping you?"
Mark wrapped his arms around Jack again, pulling him close and pressing their lips together. Jack smiled into the kiss, and when they pulled apart, Mark chuckled.
"Wow." He said "does this mean septiplier is cannon?"
Jack responded by kissing Mark again, and Mark gladly kissed back. Jack was such a great kisser and...

Mark sighed and shook his head.
"Mark!" He heard a familiar accent shout, as a green haired man ran towards him. The pair hugged, but it wasn't the way Mark's imagination had played it out. It was quick, over too soon for Mark's liking.
"Hiya Jack" he smiled.

The pair went and found jacks bag. What Mark didn't know though, was that his fantasy from a moment ago,had been extremely similar to the one Jack thought off before he saw Mark in the airport.

Their hearts wanted the same thing,
their minds dreamt of the same thing
They longed for the same thing
They were too afraid of the same thing

Loosing the other