together - septiplier

nine

"Top 'o da mornin' to ya lad —"
"Hello everybody my name is —"
"Shut up!"
"Your intro is so dumb!"
"I swear to god Mark!"
. . .
"If you liked it, punch the like button in the face —"
"And I will see you in the —"
"Like a boss —"
"Oh my god, shut up, Jack!"
"Your outro is stupid!"
"So is yours!!!"

After about two hours of shrieking, screaming, and crazed laughing at the computer screen and at each other, Jack and Mark finally flopped onto the sofa together.

As the red flashing recording light on the camera flickered and switched off, Jack turned onto his side to face Mark. "That was great." He choked out, still laughing loud enough to wake the dead. Mark turned to face Jack and his laughter slowly faded as he gazed at the other man. "You're beautiful."

Jack struck a pose and laughed. "I know." But as he looked over at Mark and realized the red - haired man was serious, Jack's loud laughter faded and he stared back at him.

"I - Sorry. Sorry, I shouldn't have —" Mark stammered quickly. He lurched to his feet and reached for the camera. "I'll start editing —"

"I love you, Mark." Jack got to his feet and grabbed both of Mark's hands in his own. "And don't you ever dare think otherwise."

Mark stared into Jack's blue eyes before an enormous smile appeared on his face. The taller man pulled Jack into a bone - crushing bear hug, burying his face in Jack's shoulder. Smiling widely, Jack wrapped his arms around the other man. "If I had to spend the rest of my life like this, I would love it." Mark mumbled into Jack's shoulder.

"I love you, Mark Edward Fischbach." Jack replied, hugging Mark tighter. He didn't want to let go.

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After the hug fest, Mark and Jack sat down to edit the video they had just recorded (Mark had one half of the video and Jack had the other half). Because there were two of them, editing took half the time it normally did and the two put the videos up on their channels quickly.

"So. . ." Jack spun around on his newly attained spinny chair that he stole from Mark. Chica took the spinning as an invitation and appeared at the doorway, pausing momentarily before bounding into the door and leaping into Jack's lap.

"Chica-!" The Irishman screeched, almost tipping over from his spot on the chair. Mark glanced over and chuckled before closing the window he had been using to double check his video. He turned on his not - so - spinny chair and watched, a smirk on his face.

"Mark - save - me -" Jack choked out from in between the furious licks of Chica. He reached out an arm from beneath the pile of fur, grasping for Mark. And when he found Mark's chest, Jack scrunched up his shirt and pulled Mark over, causing the other man to lurch forward and diverting Chica's attention. Jack, slippery as a fish, wriggled out from beneath the writhing mess and stood there, laughing his ass off at the antics of the two.

This trip is the best decision I've ever made.

a/n — OOPS SORRY I DIDNT UPDATE
I DIDNT HAVE ANY MORE WRITTEN DKSNDNSNDSN