Because, Instagram

#Insta-oops

Hmmm. Cory is in the shower and I'm bored. What do i do? I could go in there and watch him. Nah, my eyes need a break from his sexy body. I could go on Instagram. Yeah, let's do that.
As I sat on the bed scrolling i came apon a picture of Connor Franta. Oh my god! Marcy has to see this. I tapped my screen a few different times, trying to save the picture to my phone when I saw that I could send it to her Instagram. I tapped her Instagram name and typed, "Look at this little cinnamon roll! Too precious!" And sent it.

Bing! Message sent to Markipliergram

Oh no. Oh god. No! NOOO!!!!!!

I ran into the bathroom to see my fiancée drying off. "OhmygodCoryItriedtosendapictureofConnorFrantatomyfriendbutIaccedentlysentittoMarkiplierinstead!" I rambled out before I could even catch my breath.

"Hold on honey. Breathe. What did you send to Markiplier?" He asked while wrapping the towel around his waist.

"I sent him a picture of Connor Franta and said, 'Look at this this little cinnamon roll! Too precious!'" I mumbled, freaking out still.

"Oh god!" He shouted, busting up laughing.

"It's not funny!" I yelled, pouting.

"It kinda is honey. Why don't you send him another message saying 'Oops, sorry. That was meant for my friend, not you.'?"

"No! Because then he will get two notifications instead of just one so that doubles the chance of him actually seeing it; If he gets one notification then he might accidentally delete it then forget it ever happened; But if he gets two he might actually read it and then I would be even more embarrassed."

By the time I breathlessly finished my rant Cory had already brushed his hair and put his clothes on. "Ok then. Food's ready by the way so when you're finished hyperventilating you can go eat." He informed/teased me while running the water to brush his teeth.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Ok!" I walked to the kitchen and got some home made chicken and noodles, promptly forgetting my mistake while eating happily.

While I ate Cory came out and ate with me. "Are you sure you gotta go to work?" I asked sadly.

"Yes honey. We do this everyday. If you want us to keep living here i have to. And you have to get a job too." He reminded me.

"I know. I'm waiting to here back from your place of work." I pouted.

Cory chuckled and kissed my forehead. "I love you honey. Have a good night." He put his dirty plate in the sink and grabbed his lunch and keys. I walked him to the door and gave him a goodbye kiss.

"I love you too. Be safe. Don't strain yourself too hard." I told him and locked the door behind him.

~2 hours later~

I had just finished taking out the trash when my phone told me I had a notification. I checked it and saw it was an Instagram message from Markiplier. Fuck! Nonononono. I hesitantly checked the convo.

markipliergram: He is too precious

Oh god! What do I do!? Cory help me! Umm....

emoalicekoolkidbvb: Oops. Sorry! That was meant for my friend i swear!

Smooth fuckhead.

markipliergram: What? So I'm not your friend?

Shit! What!?

emoalicekoolkidbvb: No! I mean, we can be friends if you want. I could use some more.

Really?! So fucking pathetic!

markipliergram: Yay!

What now?

emoalicekoolkidbvb: #Insta-oops. Lol

Really? Jump out the window.

Hi! So, that actually happened. Minus Senpai noticing me, that is. That's my actual Insta name so if you wunna follow me, you can >•< i really hope you guys like this fanfic. I'll try to make it great. Tell me, has anything embarassing happened to you? I wunna know. I GOTSTA know!