Septiplier Oneshots

Friendship Month

It was the first time Jack had ever been on one of Marks charity live streams and he was ecstatic. The whole crew was there, Ethan, Tyler, Chica, and most importantly Mark.

Jack had so far spent a whole month at Marks house, unknown by both Jack and Marks viewers. The idea of keeping that hidden made Jack uneasy but he knew that staying a whole month at a "friends" house was suspicious and he definitely didn't need that.

"Ready?" Mark asks looking at Jack who was bouncing on his heels.

"Let's get this fucking show on the road," he says pumping his fist into the air and so Mark starts the stream, immediately viewers flood in until it gets to an even ten thousand.

"Hey guys it's Markiplier here with Ethan, Tyler, Chica, and the super surprise guest... the Jacksepticeye!" Mark announces as he waves Jack into screen who comes in waving and laughing.

"The Jacksepticeye?" He questions and Mark laughs shrugging. Looking to the stream comments Jack sees almost all of them are excited about him being here.

"So yes Jack is here and this is his final kickoff goodbye for the week before going back to Brighton and leaving me all alone," Mark pouts, sticking his lower lip out and giving a look to Jack.

"Oh shut it I've been here long enough," Jack laughs and he hits Mark on the arm playfully.

"Yeah whatever," Mark says waving away Jack. "Tyler, Ethan, explain this charity," he says and immediately they both go into an explanation of the World Wildlife Fund.

Absently Jack looks to Tyler and Ethan, thinking of all the fun he'd had here with all of them. They'd watched movies, played games, ate at restaurants, and went sightseeing but then again none of those compared to just being in the presence of Mark.

Fading back into reality just as Ethan and Tyler finish up Jack sees Mark out of the corner of his eyes looking at him. Jack smiles slightly and he smiles right back, sending butterflies through his stomach.

This is bound to be fun.

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Eighty five thousand dollars, thirteen bottles of nail polish, and six hours later the group was knee deep in a live Markiplier Makes.

"You can't do that!" Ethan squeals motioning to Mark.

"This is what I fuckin' deal with," Jack says going deadpan at the screen. "A lunatic who wants nail polish on his lips,"

"Hey I didn't want this the people did," Mark says dramatically slamming his hands in the table.

"Fuckin' hell Mark," Jack giggles covering his face. "Fuckin' hell," he says again peeking through the cracks of his hands.

Currently Mark was planning on applying a full face of "makeup" with nail polish and of course, as his friends, everyone was trying to talk him out of it.

"Its gel polish! Not like it actually dries," he says trying to pursued them all. "The people donated five thousand! They want this," Mark shoots motioning to the comments playing live on a screen.

"Okay you know what Mark?" Jack says. "Go right ahead buddy but I'm not speaking at your funeral,"

"Fine fine that's fair," he laughs and looking to a mirror he begins.

"Jack now he's gonna die," Ethan says.

"One less YouTube channel to compete with," Jack smirks looking to the screen and raising his eyebrows.

"Jack?" Mark asks opening the blue polish. "Can you help me?" He says sticking out his lower lip.

"With your death? No fucking thanks,"

"Babe ple-," then Mark seals his mouth shut, face going a deep red. Damn they'd been doing so well too Jack thinks.

"Fine," Jack says walking over. "Kneel down," he orders and Mark obliges. Leaning into his face Jack lightly puts on the electric blue on Marks eyelid.

"I'm gonna look beautiful," Mark states.

"I sure hope so hun," Jack whispers just loud enough that only they could hear it. Pulling back he examines his work, it wasn't the best but he had a fondness for it.

Opening the neon pink he puts on a thick layer of that on the lips and then finishes with a medium sized dot of glitter polish for blush. "Aww my my my, you do look beautiful," he says and looking into the camera screen Mark laughs.

"Woah look ninety thousand guys!" Mark points to the screen.

"Five thousand more dollars and I'll kiss Mark," Jack smiles turning to the screen.

"What!" Mark shouts as he watches thirty donations come in at once reaching the one hundred thousand Mark easily.

"We did it," Ethan shouts as he high fives Tyler.

"Pucker up Mark," Jack says leaning down and giving a light peck on the lips which makes his heart spin. Mark laughs and smiles, pretending to wipe his mouth away even though both didn't hate it.

"Well thank you guys for having fun with me on this stream and I'm very happy we raised $100,00 dollars to make a difference so as always I'll see you in the next video buh-bye!" They all shouts buh-bye and give massive waves before Tyler goes and clicks off the stream.

"I'm so hungry," Ethan groans.

"Me and Jack are going to dinner so eat whatever you want," Mark says looking at Jack who has the widest smile on his face.

"Food?" Ethan asks looking at Tyler who nods and walks out of the room with him.

"I didn't like keep this from the fans," Jack says puckering his lips as he walks towards Mark.

"I didn't either but for now it's better," Mark says as he loops his hands around Jack waist pulling him in.

"I wish I could be here another month," Jack smiles as he lays a kiss on Marks lips.

"Me too darling but you have to go back, he responds pulling away.

"God I'm gonna miss you," Jack breaths and Mark pulls him in. Their lips touch like a thousand times before and they both kiss each other hard and deep until their breath runs out.

"I love you," Mark whispers and hugging him around the neck Jack buries his head into his shoulder.

"Where's the ke-," Tyler cuts off his voice.

"What?" Jack asks pulling back.

"The stream..." Tyler mumbles. "It's still going on,"

Both Mark and Jack turn insigne, coloring draining their faces. The comments were going wild, and yes, the green camera light was still on, broadcasting everything they'd just done to ten thousand people.

"We have a lot to explain Markimoo," Jack says clasping their hands tighter.

"Yeah..." he mumbles. "We do,"