The house was empty, and far too quiet for his liking.

He was used to the sound of his own loud, obnoxious voice and his lover's contagious laughter. The chaos they would create in their tiny house in L.A. was astonishing to strangers who had never heard of 'Markiplier' or 'jacksepticeye'. Hearing cursing early in the morning and seeing two fully grown men flail about in the front yard wasn't something you would normally see. To their family and fans and friends, it was all natural and expected, their awkward and dorkish behavior was just part of their everyday lives. But today there was no cursing, no wild chases in the front yard, there was nothing. Jack was currently home alone, his lover far out of his reach on the other side of the states to attend a convention. He could remember their last conversation before Mark left for his flight:

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Jack?"

"'M sure, Mark. You should head out before ya miss your flight."

"Alright, if you're sure. Just remember, I'm only a Skype call or text message away."

"Have fun..."

"Love you, Jack."

"Yeah, love ya too..."

And that was the end of that. Mark had left for his flight and was even kind enough to text Jack when he landed. A few more text messages followed, all from fellow Youtubers, mostly asking why he wasn't there with Mark and if he was feeling alright; the last coming from Felix. He sighed as his blue eyes read over each text message, again and again, wondering if he should even bother with responding. It seemed like a waste of time, mostly their time since they should have been having fun, not worrying about him.

"I'll text 'em later," He mumbled the lie to himself. It wasn't like there was anyone around to call him out on it and tell him to send a message to his friends or boyfriend. The Irishman sighed, rolling off the couch and making his way up the stairs. For some reason, it seemed more like a workout and a half, rather than the quick jog it usually was. Maybe it was the loneliness starting to get to him. Most would enjoy having the house to themselves, but not him. No, he loved it when Mark was around. The man could brighten up any dark place with his bright smile and corny jokes.

Just as he reached the bedroom his phone went off in his pocket, the ringtone belonging to his aforementioned partner. Jack groaned as he flopped onto the bed, lazily reaching for the device and taking a moment to stare at the lock screen picture. It was of Mark sleeping in the recording room. Jack smiled, remembering that whole week rather fondly. He had been sick and Mark had spent most of the nights editing videos, both his own and Jack's, making sure they both had something to post the following day so their fans wouldn't worry. The phone went off again, reminding him why he had it out in the first place. He swiped it open and opened up his messenger.

From: Markimoo
 Hey, babe... the bed here is comfy but cold without you in it. I know you're probably feeling the same way, so I left you a little present under my pillow because I know you'll be taking over my side of the bed. Love you.

Jack blinked as he read the text over and over, making sure he had read it right. Had Mark expected him not to attend this convention? The Irishman snorted softly as he smiled, tucking his phone back into his pocket. Of course, Mark had a way of reading people, even when they wanted to try and be sneaky. He slowly reached under the pillow, wondering what he would find. Hopefully, it wouldn't be another FNAF plush, like the one that Mark had strategically placed in the closet so it would fall on Jack when he opened the door. Thankfully, it wasn't.

It was a blue and black flannel shirt, all neatly folded and smelling just like the man who wore it often. Jack unfolded the piece of clothing and buried his face into the soft fabric, inhaling the scent deeply. It calmed his nerves and soothed his chaotic thoughts. It made him feel less lonely. He sat up and whipped out his phone once more.

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Mark was laughing with his friends over a late dinner when his phone went off. He excused himself as he pulled it out and quickly swiped it open, instantly accessing the message that he had just received. At first, it made him smile, but it quickly turned into a full-blown grin that caught Suzy's attention.

"What are you looking at, Mark?" The female Grump asked as she leaned to the side away from her husband, all in hopes of catching sight of what was making the pink haired Youtuber smile so much. He just laughed and handed her his phone. Her eyes scanned over the message for a few seconds and soon she was all giggles.

From: Jackaboy
 Thanks for the shirt... Good luck getting it back, Markimoo. Oh... and your side of the bed as well because it's mine now.

The picture that was attached was of Jack stretched out on Mark's side of the bed, grinning from ear to ear, wearing the flannel shirt that looked like it was clearly too big for him.

Well, this was my first attempt at writing Septiplier. I hope it wasn't all too terrible for your eyeballs to read. Maybe your brains melted or hearts exploded, who knows? But I do intend to write some more since my original works seem to refuse to cooperate with me. Until then, I shall write about this forbidden ship and enjoy every second of it! You may realize that this is posted on another fiction site by the name of Archive of Our Own... That's still me! No worries, this isn't thievery! A friend asked me to post this here where they could read it because they didn't believe me when I said I was writing Septiplier! /laughs/

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