markimoo: you're the one jackaboy: the one for what? markimoo: for me Warning: Contains strong language Copyright// ©bubblysepticeye

"you are one kinky motherfucker, you know that?" mark grinned, leaning back into the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table. "i know, but i don't see you complaining." the story about an oddly adorable pessimist, a loving, cocky optimist, and homophobia, amongst other things.

"can you at least tell me your name?" Jack typed, nervously biting his nails. He blinked for a long moment, trying to rest his big, bloodshot eyes. "you already know my name, jack." - a story where Mark sends flirty messages to Jack through anon on Tumblr. Jack thinks Mark would be the last person to ever send those messages, but god was he wrong. - lowcase intended

✔ - Completed Sean (his friends call him Jack) is behind on his rent. YouTube hasn't been paying as well as he had hoped, and he's been forced to take on a part-time job. He found work at the Other Side Café and Bar, as a waiter. It's usually uneventful, until one day when one particular regular walks into the diner and recognizes Jack. And not just because of his channel. -WARNING- This story contains LGBTQ+ themes and shipping. And also cursing. May contain sexual themes, but nothing graphic. If you aren't a fan of that, kindly continue on your way. (This is a Septiplier fanfiction, obviously.) I guess this is an AU? Idk, it's up to you all to decide.

"I have never seen you here," the red dyed man exclaimed, watching me nervously fiddle with my pen. Who is this guy? More importantly why is he talking to me? Someone interrupted my thoughts. "Fischbach, can you look at my report?" Mark grinned at the man asking him, then leaning over his shoulder to tell him, what I assumed was a joke, as they laughed together. Mark patted the man on the back and told him to get back to work in a playful manner. "Anyways, sorry ladies, I need to get back to my office and make some calls." Girls surrounded him as he nervously smiled and tried to cut the chit-chat short. "Coffee boy," he spoke out loud, "I want something special since you're on a run." The girls around him moved away quickly, heels tapping against the floor as they fled back to their seats. I gulped but I nodded my head to say a small 'sure' Then his phone rang & he answered and left the scene. I was left intimidated. Fischbach? Like the man who basically owns this building? Why would he want a coffee, especially if it's coming from me? "Sean," a lady said, trying to get my attention by saying my real name, "Mark Fischback asked you to get a coffee, good luck there." It sounded sarcastic, however, she gave me a smile and sat down. Fuck. I have to get Mark a coffee and I don't know what he orders. [fluff will be here and eventually smut as well, just saying]

where jack is a huge fan of mark, a well-known youtuber, who's only dream is to get a follow. and maybe other things.

'i'm bothered.' 'you're ALWAYS BOTHERED.'

"superman's greatest weakness wasn't kryptonite, no no, "his greatest weakness was Lois" \[*,.,*]/ <[•_•]> [ •}/ [*~*] -(^o^)-/ [the simplest story of a small adorable boy named jack with a spooky and scary past meeting a really hot and spunky boy named mark who helps him deal with the bad thoughts that are in his head; aka his own little superman]