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How Could This Be?! (James Charles X Markiplier fluff)

HIIIII. Ive been feeling some typa way lately and this is the only outlet for me to express how I truly feel. WARMING I AM NOT JAMES CHARLES NOR AM I MARK IPLIER AND I HAVE NO RIGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!1 Please be kind wen offering cumstructive critchistichm, I really DONT get out much hahaha. Shall we g=begin🥴

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James stomped into his room and flung his silky torso onto his lush, comfy bed. He dingle dangled he feet in the air like a giddy school girl, flopping around. Opening snapchat, he IMMEDIATELY put the dog filter on and knew what he had to do...James, in a gust of sheer wonder, widened his big big eyes and batted his hairy lids as the sight of hims receiving a chat from Mister Mark Iplier. 

“Wyd”, Mister Mark questioned biting his pillowy, kingly lips.

James heart fluttered so hard he almost flew away (and by that I mean cardiac arrest!! 😳) His flutters then turned to shutters when he realized that Mister Mark was probably--possibly--too yummy and delishus to fancy the likes of a mere beauty guru.

“nm hbu”, Jams replied, showing only his delicate forehead and hairs.

He began to feel thick and hot tears pool in his fleshy pink and flirty tear ducts. James put his face in his expertly manicured hands to cry it all out once and for all. Betwixt his heaving sobs, he noticed a petite vibration coming from his clear cased and pink modeled iPhone X12. The twitch was alarming at first. He let out a surprised honk that then turned into a satisfied hum. James checked his phone screen (which was VERY cracked 😖like soooo cracked.. James please go to the apple store you can drive dummy ugh). He slid his greasy fingers to see for himself what all the hullabaloo was about.

“Heyyy”, Mark Iplier typed with shaggy, beefy fingers.

By this time, James fell asleep. He had a long day at the studio and just couldn't help it.

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