Mostly Oneshots, Mostly Lemons

Suddenly, Septiplier! *\\\\\\\\*

(More fluff!!! Just to torture you! I love hearing the squee's of fangirls like me!)

They were doing a live stream, but in the same room. This time came very rarely, so Mark tried to spend it wisely. They sat together, because they were playing would you rather with comments. "Ok, so let's see. Would you rather kiss Mark or your own ass. This one is for Jack." Mark said.

"That is a difficult question. Septiplier, or Asssepticeye? Hehe. Um... I'd rather kiss Mark, because I don't think I could reach my ass." Jack said. Mark read another. "Can you please do the thing where you have to do the thing you choose. But you don't have to do the first one." He said.

"Sure." Jack said. Mark read another comment. "Mark, would you rather kiss Chicka or Jack? Uhm... Probably Chicka." Mark said, and got Chicka over there. He kissed her forehead, and she sprinted off. "Jack would you rather kiss Marks cheek, or his lips?" Mark read, and his face turned light pink.

"His cheek." Jack said, and kissed Mark on the cheek. Mark turned a harsh shade of red. "Ok, uhm... W-would you rather hug Jack or kiss him on the lips?" He read off. Jack turned a bit pink. "Uhhhhh. Skip?" He said, but the comments refused. "Hugs!" Jack said and raised his arms for a hug.

Mark instead, gently grabbed his face, and their lips met. They pulled apart quickly. "Uhh.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean t-" he was cut off by Jack cupping his face and kissing him. The comments were full of fangirls squealing, and screaming Septiplier away!!!

They pulled apart. "Uhhhhh. Let's stop the recording now." Mark said. Jack nodded nervously in agreement. The shut off the recording, and started making out. Little did they know Bob, Wade, and Author-Kun were watching secretly. "Eeeeee!" Author-Kun quietly squealed. Bob and Wade's jaws had dropped.

"What the fuck?" Wade whispered. "I agree." Bob agreed. "Go away! Go to like the kitchen or something. I wanna watch this." Author-Kun whispered, a small trail of blood tricking from his nose. The other guys left, while Author-Kun wrote the fluff. He cut out the smut (aka stored it in his smut chest) from the fic.