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[unnamedpheonix]

Another long one. Going to see Jack from Mark's POV. Like if you want part 2 and to see him building the bookshelf from his POV too!

Mark's POV:

Mark looked in the mirror, and sighed. He had no idea what he was going to wear and had been stressed out all day. He was always so bad at this. He wished Ethan was here to help. He was wearing black jeans, a red flannel (which looked rather tight in his opinion) and a black jacket.

He looked around his room, seeing all the clothes and belts strewn around everywhere and felt hopeless. This was what he always wore. It was something comfortable, though it wasn't anything super different.

He decided to call Ethan. Hopefully he would be able to help.

"Hey Mark! How's it goin'?" Ethan somehow always manages to answer straight away. Always there when he needed him.

"Uuh, not too good at the moment. I'm tryna figure out what to wear to go see Jack but-"

"Say no more!" There was some rustling on the other end of the phone. "Ok, do you have your black denim jeans?"

"Yup, already wearin' 'em."

What sounded like laughter eliminated from the phone. "See? You're already halfway there! Now, do you have your red muscle shirt?"

"Uuh...yeah? Ethan. What are you doing?"

"What! You wanted to make a good impression!? I'm helping! You like him right?"

"Yeah but-"

He seemed completely oblivious to Mark's concern. But he knew Ethan was trying to help to he let him continue.

"Trust me. He will looooove this outfit. And besides, if he doesn't, you can always call me and we will hang out together! But seriously, you'll be fine! Go rock his world!"

After the call ended, Mark got changed and looked in the mirror once again. Exposing his shoulders was something Mark made an exception not to do around Jack. He felt more self conscious around someone that he liked.

Overall though, Ethan had done an amazing job. He does look good. He could admit that. He knew the nerves would never go away though, so he began his walk towards Jack's place.

His nerves had skyrocketed as he climbed the stairs towards Jack's apartment. Knocking on the door made this whole moment seem even more real somehow. It was a while before the door opened. The longer it took, the longer Mark was anxious for. It was building up inside him threatening to explode.

But then Jack opened the door...

Mark was shocked by how adorable Jack looked. And he was wearing Mark's favourite blue jumper which he had told Jack was indeed a very nice jumper. The part he left out was that the reason it looked so good was not for the jumper itself, but for the man inside it.

His anxiety was left in second place as he marveled at how amazing Jack looked.

Jack quickly pulled him into a tight hug. Marks whole body heated up like a rocket. He loved the way Jack's hives felt. His body was so soft...

After they parted, Mark's brain finally switched on properly and he was able to formulate a sentence.

"Hey Jack! Man, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

Jack nodded and moved out of the way of the door, running to pick up some small things around the house.

Mark always felt special, knowing that Jack put in all this work for him, but he wished he didn't feel like he had to.

Mark marveled at the beauty of Jack's apartment...

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #short story #story ideas

[unnamedpheonix]

This one's a long one! Also sorry about some of the narration it might be a little wonky. I loved this scene so much! Like this post if you wanna see part 2 and a kiss...(They were so close this time!)

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Jack turns in Mark's direction, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest as he stares up at the beautiful sky. He finds it hard to bring his attention back to the sky. Mark looks so beautiful, his face illuminated by such pretty colours, seeing all the lines and shapes in the shadows. After a while, Mark turned to look at him too. They both shared this unspoken love for each other, seeing things in each other that the other never knew was there. As one, they turn back towards the sunset.

They watch in awe as the sky transforms into a canvas of vibrant colors, silently appreciating the beauty of the moment and each other's presence.

Jack slowly rests his head on Mark's shoulder, unsure if he should, for fear of everything being ruined on such a beautiful night. His breathing catches in his chest a little as he tries to relax.

Mark tensed up for a moment, the unexpected touch, especially from someone so close to him in a moment like this, made his heart race.

Jack must have felt it too, because he quickly retracted and muttered "Sorry..." Quietly to himself.

Mark instantly felt guilty. Though it may not have been something he was used to, Jack probably felt like he was unhappy with the exchange, which was definitely not the case.

Jack turned away and looked down at the grass, tears welling in his eyes. It was such a small thing, yet it felt so serious to him at this moment. The sunset, the hill, the quiet. Everything was right...except him.

Then he felt something warm on his hand. Fingers intertwined his own. His heart skipped a beat. He refused to look, because he was sure Mark could see how red his face was right now. He grasped Mark's hand and squeezed in lightly. A sign of affection, that Mark was doing something right. A sign that somehow he, had done something right...

As the sky got darker, he heard Mark's deep smooth voice in his ear.

"Jack?" He said softly, as if he was afraid of spooking him.

Jack hesitated at first, but then put his embarrassment aside, and looked at the man beside him. He really did look perfect tonight.

"Thanks for...coming with me tonight. I know it was short notice..." Mark was unsure of exactly what he was saying. However, Jack deserved to know how much this moment meant to him.

"I really, truly mean that." He said, as if making sure Jack understood.

Jack nodded slowly. His face was inches from Mark's at this point. He wanted to kiss him...but he knew better. He knew better than to think anyone would like him like that.

After Mark stopped talking, he realised how close his face had gotten to Jack. His heart rate sped up again. He wanted to kiss him so badly, but he was so afraid. Afraid of losing Jack and everything up until this moment.

A shooting star flew past in their peripheral vision. They both noticed it, but the space between them did not grow larger.

"Make a wish..." Mark whispered softly.

Damn, if only Jack knew how beautiful he really was. Mark could see it clearly. The man he always loved, from the beginning. And Jack could see the beauty behind the confident facade. The real Mark, the man he always treasured.

They both wished for each other...

#jacksepticeye #markiplier #romance #short story #story ideas

[unnamedpheonix]

(not sure what kind of house Mark has but one bathroom in the middle of the two bedrooms because of plot convenience ;)

Mark walks into his room and hears the water running from the bathroom. He figures Jack is having a shower, and is about to leave when he hears a familiar voice, singing along to one of his favourite songs. He was surprised that Jack knew this song let alone knew the words, but he sounded amazing.

He can't help but smile as he takes a step closer to the bathroom door. Jack's voice sounded amazing and It warmed his heart to hear his favourite person sing a song so special to him.

He liked hearing Jack sing. It was something so rare, he cherished it. His vocal range was incredible. Hitting beautifully all the highs and lows of the song.

He wished they could sing like that together...though some part of him knew they never would. Mark left the room now with sadness about him. Though it was still a happy memory, feelings of doubt and regret formed in his mind.

Jack would never truly know how he felt...

(Edited this past the original post date. I decided to make it more low key) (By the way, the only song I thought of was the song "say you won't let go" by James Arthur!)

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #short story #story ideas

[unnamedpheonix]

This one's a long one so strap in for some adorable morning romance! Jack falls asleep on Mark but what's Mark to do when Jack wakes up?? (I'm wearing my lucky flannel today so I hope this story turns out well! Hope you all enjoy!)

Mark opened his eyes slowly as he awoke from a peaceful sleep. He looked around, realizing he was not on his bed. It took him a moment to recalibrate, as he realized he was on his couch, facing the TV. His body however, felt quite heavy. That was until he noticed the figure laying on top of him.

It was Jack, sleeping peacefully on top of Mark. His head was resting on Mark's chest, slowly moving with the rise and fall of Mark's breathing, his body and legs placed between Mark's legs, his feet dangling off the side of the couch.

Mark watched him breathe slowly, a sense of calm flowing through him. Something about seeing Jack in this calm and vulnerable state made Mark grateful to be here with him.

Mark gently ran his fingers through the sleepy Jack's short brown hair. At this, he sighed. He wished he could be like this with Jack while they were both awake. Alas this was a moment that would likely never repeat itself.

Mark brushed a small curl of hair out of Jack's eye. In an instant, Jack's eyes fluttered open, and Mark quickly retracted his hand, for fear of getting caught. His heartbeat quickened.

'Shit! I woke him up! I hope he doesn't ask me about any of that! What am I gonna do...!?' These thoughts were fleeting as Jack awoke properly, making soft eye contact with Mark as his head rose, his chin resting on Mark's chest.

"Mmmph." Jack grunted as he repositioned slightly, his head moving closer to Mark's neck.

'Well, he seems to be still asleep...' Mark thought. He began to wonder if there was a way to get up without disturbing Jack, however the way they were positioned, any subtle movements may wake him up.

As if on cue, Jack's eyes opened once more, though this time, he spoke.

"M-Mark?" He spoke slowly, his voice slightly deeper and groggy.

Jack looked around the room briefly, taking in his surroundings.

"Hi Jack." Mark replied, smiling as best he could.

Jack's eyes locked with Mark's for a moment as he realized where he was. He quickly began to sit up, his face turning red as he got off of Mark to sit beside him.

"Sorry 'bout that." Jack said gesturing to the couch and to Mark.

He had to admit, he did really like sleeping with Mark. He was very comfortable, and warm and he felt safe while he was laying there next to him. He could have sworn that he felt Mark's hand in his hair, but chalked that up to just wishful thinking.

"That's ok. You were tired...I didn't want to disturb you." Mark's reply sounded a lot calmer than he actually was. He was hoping Jack couldn't tell or would just be too tired to notice.

As Mark sat up beside Jack, Jack became acutely aware of how close Mark was to him. Maybe he had just never noticed it before, but he couldn't deny how nice Mark's shoulders felt against his own.

Mark ran a hand through his hair as he stole a glance in Jack's direction. His ruffled brown hair was so cute, despite having just woken up from bed.

"Thanks for...letting me sleep." Jack said, letting out a yawn.

Mark loved the deeper sound of Jack's voice in the morning...

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #short story #story ideas

[unnamedpheonix]

"Alright! I guess I'll be over there soon! Bye Jack!"

As Mark hung up, Jack smiled. He loved hearing Mark say his name. It made him feel warm and happy inside.

But now he had to get ready.

Jack rummaged around in his clothes draws for a long time, trying to find an outfit that was decent enough for Mark.

Eventually, he settled on some black jeans, and what Mark said was his favorite jacket of Jack's collection. His blue hoodie.

Jack's heart began to race as he heard a knock at the door. He looked through the (peephole?) in the door at Mark and was stunned momentarily. He was wearing a red, sleeveless muscle shirt and black slacks. He looked amazing. Even his ruffled hair, which Mark would say was 'too frizzy', added to his appearance.

Jack loved seeing all the versions of Mark, no matter how disheveled or rough they seemed.

After his momentary shock, he realized he had better actually let Mark in.

He stepped one foot inside the door and Jack gave him a big hug. Jack had always been a fan of hugs, but all of Mark's hugs just seemed a little bit warmer...

"Hey Jack! Man, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

Jack didn't really process what he said. He just nodded, hoping that was a good enough answer. He quickly became self conscious, tidying up little things as he saw them while Mark was looking around.

"So, where is this bookshelf you want me to build?"

Mark placed his hands on his hips and gazed outside to Jack's front porch.

"Ah, sorry, I was going to build it outside because my place was a mess..." Jack said, rubbing the back on his neck. He felt bad that Mark had to see his place like this.

"Oh, ok. That's fine. Did you want me to get started now or..?"

Mark trailed off a little as he noticed Jack walking around nervously.

"Uh, yeah that's fine. Go right ahead, I'll be there in a minute."

"That jacket really suits you." Mark said as he walked outside towards the stack of wooden panels.

Jack quickly ran to his room and let out a long breath.

Why was he so nervous! It's just Mark. You've been friends with him for a long time. What's your problem now!?

He took a few more long deep breaths and walked out again, feeling more composed.

All of that failed him in an instant when he looked out the sliding glass door.

Mark was kneeling down on one knee, trying to size up the boards and work out where they were going to go. Whenever he raised his arms, Jack felt his heart skip a beat. His muscles were practically glowing in the bright sun. Jack noticed every curve of his arms and shoulders. His hands were also beautiful. Most people would assume that because he does some manual labour that his hands were never delicate, but that was not at all true. The way his fingers moved, was incredible.

Jack took another deep breath and stepped outside into the sun.

"Hey Mark, how's it goin'?" Jack tried to ignore the way his voice was shaking.

"Alright, just tryna work out the measurements of each of these boards. Wanna help me?"

"Sure." Jack replied, though internally, he was screaming. If he got any closer to Mark right now, he wasn't sure what he would do, besides admiring him.

Jack figured the only way to calm his nerves would be to speak. Maybe having a casual conversation would make him feel better.

"I really appreciate you, uh, helping me out today. I know you were busy."

Mark's chocolate brown eyes slowly turned in Jack's direction, their gaze lingering in each other's eyes for longer than both of them intended.

"That's ok Jack. I'm always ready to help a friend. And besides, I like your company!"

Jack felt his face heat up. His voice caught in his throat.

"Thanks."

Was all he said, and looked away shyly, trying to focus on the boards, not the man, in front of him.

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #short story #story ideas

[unnamedpheonix]

This one was so painful to write because omg I hate having them fight like this!! Hope it's written well, I normally struggle with fight scenes but I felt the emotion in this one! Hope you enjoy anyway!! (Both POVs used in this one! Sorry it's so long!)

Jack's POV:

Jack walked through the door of his favourite coffee shop. The warm smell of the espresso made his heart feel full. That was until he looked towards the counter. His signature dark brown hair and the muscles in his biceps. It was immistakable. Mark... Why was he here of all places!? He just couldn't go get a coffee without looking at his stupid beautiful face!

Jack's gaze quickly turned to the ground as Mark turned around. He was hoping he didn't notice him. Jack looked up once more turning towards the door. Mark's beautiful chocolate eyes made contact for a brief moment. In that small second, Jack wondered if maybe there was nothing to worry about. Maybe this fight would just blow over...

"Jack?"

Mark's voice confirmed it in Jack's mind. He feels bad. Jack didn't want him to feel bad. After all, it was his fault. Mark didn't do anything but try to help...

Tears filled in his eyes, threatening to fall within eyeshot of Mark. He couldn't let that happen. He might try to make him feel better. Damn it, he was too nice!

Jack kicked the ground and quickly turned and opened the door once more.

"Jack...wait!" Mark's voice called after him.

The decided lack of Mark's presence made Jack feel worse. He turned and walked back towards his apartment without ever pulling his gaze from the ground.

Tears now flowed freely from his eyes.

Mark's POV:

The door to the coffee shop opened behind him. He had just ordered Jack's favourite drink. Usually ordering it makes him feel better. Today, it made him feel worse...

He turned around to find a spot to wait when he met Jack's gaze. That fluffy brown hair was so adorable. It almost made him want to cry... The eye contact was fleeting however, as Jack quickly looked away.

Mark felt horrible for what had happened. He shouldn't have pushed Jack so hard. He only wanted to help. He knew it was his fault however. Maybe he could make it right...

"Jack?"

His body spoke before his mind had processed what was happening. Maybe this was a bad idea...

Jack turned and quickly walked out the door, his head hanging low.

"Jack...wait!"

That was it. Mark had scared him off by trying to talk to him. Trying to make it right. Now he was never coming back. Out the window Jack's silhouette quickly left his view.

Mark stood there in the coffee shop as his number was called from the front desk. For a moment he was paralyzed. Afraid that any movement would cause his world to break more than it already had.

After regaining his senses he slowly made his way over to the counter and picked up his coffee.

Espresso, one sugar, no cream. The way Jack liked it...

"Why!!! Damnit!!! Why am I so stupid!!!!"

As the last few words came out of his mouth, the coffee cup hit the rim of the bin, scaring a few passers by on the street.

His hands were so tense he shoved them in his pockets and stormed down the street.

He wanted to get away...

...from himself...

He had screwed up beyond repair...

Now the love of his life was gone...

...forever...

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #short story #story ideas #argument #sad stories

[unnamedpheonix]

Sorry this one's super short! I was going to do an edit but then I got this adorable idea and just had to write it! Hope you enjoy!

Marks POV:

Mark was thankful to be on the way home after such a trying day. Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside him, appeared to have dozed off somewhere along the way.

As Mark pulled into the driveway, he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding in.

He glanced over at Jack.

His head was slanted on the seat. His short brown hair was ruffled and he was breathing slowly.

He looked so peaceful.

Mark's mind wandered into thoughts of them together. He wished he had the confidence. As strong as he normally seemed, when it came to Jack, that outside persona fell away, and his true emotions started to leak out. He had always been afraid of that feeling. Vulnerability.

Mark admired Jack for being able to see the good in every situation. It was one of the reasons he liked his company so much.

As Jack began to stir awake, Mark quickly looked away. He ran his hands through his hair, unsure of what to do with them. He felt embarrassed. Thankfully, it was dark out, so his face was mostly obscured. He was sure he was turning so red.

"Hey, we're here." Mark said looking out the window.

Jack slowly straightened, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Mark marveled at how soft Jack's hands looked. He wished he could hold them...

"...Mark?"

"What?" His thoughts were broken by Jack's eyes meeting with his. He looked at Mark quizzically.

"Are you alright? You were staring at me for a while there..."

Mark looked down at his feet.

"Sorry, it's just..." Mark looked at Jack's face once more.

"It's just that...*sigh*...we're here."

Jack glanced out the window.

"Oh...ok. Thanks for the lift!"

Jack grabbed his bag and opened the car door.

"Wait!" Mark called out.

Jack stopped and turned around meeting Mark's gaze.

"...be safe."

"Mark, I'm just going to my door. I'll be fine." Jack gave him one of those bright signature smiles he'd been hoping for. He wished he could make him smile like that all the time.

Mark remained silent for a moment.

"Ok, well...bye!" The car door shit behind Jack as he walked towards his apartment.

"...bye." Mark said to the now empty passenger seat.

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #story ideas #short story

[unnamedpheonix]

Hiiiii! This is just another small idea I had today. Nothing major, and I have yet to edit it so if there's some spelling errors or some small gaps in the story sorryyyyy! I'll edit it in tomorrows post!

Marks POV:

"...and now we're moving on to step 6 which is the..."

Mark could barely concentrate. He was so focused on figuring out the last couple steps he had barely been listening to the next few.

He turned to his left and saw Jack grinning at him with a big thumbs up. He did his best to smile. A pinch of concern tugged at Jack's face, but he quickly turned his head back to the front, focusing once again.

Break time came around faster than Mark would have liked. Had he really been practicing for that long? He was multiple steps behind.

As he went to grab his drink bottle, he heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Hey Mark! How are ya goin'? You looked a little worried back there? Anything I can help you with?"

The idea of Jack helping him rattled his brain. He would realize that he was horrible at this. He would much rather just fumble through and try to work it out on his own. Maybe he would just skip the dance all together.

Jack must have noticed his thoughts spinning him around in circles, because his face grew serious.

"Seriously man, if there's anythin' you need help with just tell me. I'm not gonna judge ya!"

Mark wanted to believe him. He wanted to trust him. But he was afraid. So afraid.

Music began to play from the large speakers on either side of the room. People were already making their way to the middle of the room to practice.

Before he knew what was happening, Mark felt a tug on his arm and began to follow Jack into the crowd of people. Once he came to his senses however, he realized what was happening.

"Wait. Jack! Seriously, I'm not ready! I don't wanna go practice in front of everyone. I'm so far behind! Please!"

Jack stopped walking.

"Mark, take a look around for a minute would ya."

Reluctantly, Mark did as he was told.

"Nobody's gonna be lookin' at ya. They're so focused on what they're doin', they probably don't even know we're here. Trust me. You'll be fine."

Jack looked into Mark's eyes. For a moment, he felt safe. For a moment, he felt fearless. Those beautiful blue eyes...Jack was here for him. Here to help him.

"Whaddya say? Wanna dance with me?"

"Okay..."

Jack's eyes lit up instantly, bluer than he's ever seen them. He led Mark gently through the crowd of people into a small corner slightly sectioned off from the rest of the group.

"How's this?"

Jack gazed up at Mark, smiling so softly.

"Do you remember how to stand?"

He spoke so carefully, as to not say anything that would belittle Mark or make him feel any worse than he already does.

Mark shook his head.

"First, you put your left hand on my shoulder."

Mark felt uncomfortable about leaving his stomach open like this. He never felt this way before at the gym or at home, but now...it feels strange. Ha was sure Jack could sense his unease. Still, he spoke slowly.

"Now put your other hand in my hand."

This was what Mark was afraid of. Getting closer to Jack. He was beginning to panic. He looked towards the door.

Suddenly he felt a hand in his. It was soft and slightly cooler than his own. He was sure his hands must have been sweaty.

"Mark?"

Jack's voice brought his attention back slowly to the room he was in. He was flooded all at once with feelings of panic, of fear. He wanted to get out. Run away. Escape.

His legs were carrying him out the door. He heard Jack behind him calling his name, but it sounded muffled. A blast of cold air hit his face as the metal door clicked shut behind him. He sat down on a nearby bench, hands shaking. He felt horrible. How could he let Jack down like that. He looked so exited when Mark had finally agreed to practice with him. He could still hear the muted music from inside the building. He placed his head in his hands, and cried. Silently.

The crying stopped as he heard the click of the metal door close shut once more. A figure sat beside him on the bench.

"Mark?"

Why? Why did Jack have to follow him out here. Now it's only gonna make him feel worse, seeing him like this. He kept his face buried in his hands.

Jack spoke again.

"Mark?"

Mark turned his head away.

"Listen, I'm sorry. I...I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable...I should have never tried to convince you to come with me. You were clearly upset I just thought that..."

Jack went quiet after that.

Marks voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"No."

"What?" (Jack)

"No. Don't apologize. Please. You were just trying to do something nice for me. I could have just said no. Now I'm sure you want to go home now. Have a nice night."

Mark refused to look at Jack. If he did he might begin to cry again.

"I don't want to go home."

This time Jack looked away.

"I want to stay here...with you."

Mark turned to look at Jack.

"Please." Jack said. He slowly grabbed hold of Mark's hand afraid that he would scare him off at any moment.

Neither of them said another word.

They sat like that for a long while. Neither of them knew how much time had passed. It didn't matter.

Finally Mark spoke.

"Thank you."

#dancing #markiplier #jacksepticeye #romance #story ideas #short story #anxienty

[unnamedpheonix]

(Mark and Jack thinking about the bath scene)

Mark lay in bed staring at the ceiling. His mind was filled of thoughts of the day. Most of them however, were about Jack. The way his brown hair sat beautifully on his head and his laugh. God Mark loved his laugh. The way Jacks wet hair shone in the sun. His cheerful grin. It made him light up on the inside. Mark rolled over in bed, still lost in thought. "I wonder what it would be like..." he said to himself quietly. "I wonder if Jack would ever want..." Mark trailer off. Of cource there was nothing there. Jack wasnt gay, and he sure as hell wasnt going to let Jack know any of this. That could ruin everything they ever had. "If only..." Mark soon fell into a blissful sleep.

Jack lay awake in bed, feeling embarrassed. Ugh, he was so stupid! Jesus, how could he let that shit slip. He was doing so well. It was just an accident...he was just nervous! Damn it! And the things he wanted to say. Pitiful. If only he could reach out to Mark. To say what he really meant to say. But some things are best left consealed. And Mark would never think about him that way. Oh, but the way Mark was leaning over him, his beautiful hair flowing down past his eyes, his strong arms so close to his shoulders, he just wanted fall into them. Even the thought made Jack flustered. "If only..." Jack said as he closed his eyes.

If only they realised! Denial can be scary for multiple reasons! Mark and Jack seem to be feeling it here! Gosh the drama! Hooe you enjoyed!!!!

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #short story #story ideas

[unnamedpheonix]

Pool time (mark cant swim):

"Yay! Let's go!"

Jack rushed to his room and changed from his clothes to just some pool trunks.

Mark was already sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet in the water when Jack returned. He was glowing in the sun, his silhouette was beautiful. Jack felt his face heat up.

"You just gonna stand there? C'mon, the water's heating up."

Jack suddenly felt insecure about his body. Another man staring at his abs felt uncomfortable, especially Mark. For some reason, everything seemed to matter more around him. Like every desicion was based on what he thought.

He gathered his nerves/resolve and stepped out towards the pool where Mark was sitting.

"Its nice that the suns out today isn't it?" Jack said, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah, it's nice."

They sat in silence for a moment before Jack said "You wanna get in?"

Marks whole body tensed.

He didnt know how to swim, he never did, but he thought Jack might judge him so he stayed quiet.

"Mark, is everything okay?" Jack asked, concerned.

"Yeah it's fine I..." Mark took a deep breath before finishing "I can't swim."

"Oh, well thats okay! I can show you!"

To Mark's supprise, there was no laughter. No judgement. Just someone totally willing to teach a fully grown man how to swim.

"Sure...I guess." Was all he could say.

"I've always been afraid of the ocean, and of water so I never learned."

"Thats okay, you've got me!" Jack said, grinning like a child. Mark blushed a little as Jack moved to stand in front of him.

"We'll take it slow. Its okay. I wont let you fall." Jack said encouragingly.

"Yeah right." Mark said mockingly, though he knew that Jack wouldn't let him down.

Oooh bonding! Well, Mark cant swim! And here we were thinking he could do everything! Everyone has fears! Enjoy this nice cozy piece.

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #short story #story ideas

[unnamedpheonix]

Mark breakdown scene alone:

Marks hand trembled as he splashed

His ey hises face with water. His eyes scanned, glazing over the smiling faces of his friends.

Your usually the strong one! Get your damned act together!

His knuckes tightened as he turned towards the door. Mark stepped out into the cold, the wind tugging at his shirt sleeves. He sat on the steps just out the door, his hands interlocked at his knees. Then came the tears. At first one, then many, a flow of unspoken emotions and hidden guilt, all falling out onto the pavement. Slowly, carefully, he finally let his guard drop. His shoulders dropped heavily and his head fell fast into his hands. His breathing became heavy and rapid, small breaths between what to him, felt like a river of tears. He was a mess. There was no way anyone could ever see him like this. ...as the minutes passed, his breathing became consistant once more and his his heart finally slowed.

He stood up, brushihg off his pants and straightening his shirt. He dried his eyes with his hands and smiled, fooling himself into hapiness. With a supressed sigh, he opened the door once more.

Finally got a scene where Marks the vunerable one albeit on his own. Hope you enjoy!

#markiplier #romance #short story #story ideas #fiction #jacksepticeye #pewdiepie

[unnamedpheonix]

Markiplier and jackepticeye forced together in a closet: (Fyi, their friends want them to kiss)

Jack could hear the chanting of their friends from outside the large wooden doors. His heart was racing as he noticed his close proximity to Mark.

"C'mon man. Lets just get this over with." Mark said looking at Jack.

"Right." Jack replied, nervous.

As they both moved in, Jack pulled away suddenly, flustered and hot.

"I-i just cant d-do it man. Not-not like this..." Jack blurted.

The realisation crashed through Jack like a speeding train. Before he could even think, the words had already left his mouth.

"What?" He heard Marks deep voice say, supprised. But it sounded far to Jack. Too far to register.

"I mean...uhm...not...not that i want to... i...uhm..."

Thoughts raced through Jacks mind a million miles an hour. Just as he was reaching for something to say, the small wooden doors opened, saving Jack from his peril. Though now another problem had occured. What would he, and more importantly Mark, say to his friends?

Oh gosh! Sorry this was so cheesy! Hope you enjoy though!

#jacksepticeye #romance #markiplier #short story #story ideas

[unnamedpheonix]

Random scene idea i got for a story written with the boys! Let me know what you think!

The cookies were almost finished, leaving the new girl standing by the oven waiting patiently for the sweet treats. Mark, who was previously playing board games with Sean and Felix, was now approaching the bench, drawn over by the smell of sugar and chocolate. The new girl was slightly taken off guard as she turned around to see Mark, hands above his head stretching, lifting his shirt up slightly. His outline of his toned abs, very apparent, glistening in the afternoon sun that was spilling through the glass sliding doors. She turned her attention back to the oven, the image still fresh in her mind as she attempted to regain her composure. She scolded herself for even noticing on a more than minimal degree. With an inward sigh, she turned around to face Mark, who was now leaning against the counter, hands on the edge behind him.

“Smells good over here!” Mark said, completely oblivious to her inner struggle. “Maybe I actually did okay. Despite the mess.” he added.

“Don’t worry. Baking always gets a little messy.” the new girl said reassuringly.

A light *ding* of the oven was heard, and the new girl reached down with ease and pulled the cookies out of the oven. The sweet scent must have travelled quickly, because within seconds, Felix and Sean were standing over the bench practically drooling.

“Right on time! I’m starving!” Felix exclaimed as he picked up a cookie and promptly shoved the whole thing into his mouth. With his mouth full, Felix continued; “Tastes good!” His voice came out muffled, spraying a mixture of chocolate chips and spit onto the bench. This earned a ripple of laughter from his friends as they too, reached for a snack.

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[unnamedpheonix]

As his hand grazed the wall, he felt it pulse beneath his weight/touch. He pressed his fingers into it, and it bends under the pressure. The wall ‘shapes’ around his fingers, wrapping around them like a cast, as if it was observing him. He tries to jerk his hand away, but as his muscles tensed, the wall tightened, sending a ‘bolt’ of pain up his arm. Panic was beginning to set in. Adrenaline rushed through him. Any pain he felt before was gone, leaving only the dire urge to escape. I have to get out! he thought. I need to get out! But his arm was growing weak. He felt the ‘strength/energy’ drain out of his arm. Wracked with fear, he stood there, his arm stuck inside this…thing. As the tension ‘frees from/flows out of his arm’, the wall releases its grip slowly, rippling around the area where his hand was, creating a mould of his shape. After a long moment, the wall rolled/flowed back into its original shape, as if nothing had happened [at all].

I was hoping this could be part of Anti's like, lair. Was thinking of writing some scenes between them soon! Look out for more tomorrow!

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[unnamedpheonix]

The cookies were almost finished, leaving Jack standing by the oven waiting patiently for the sweet treats. Mark, who was previously playing board games with Felix, was now approaching the bench, drawn over by the smell of sugar and chocolate. Jack was slightly taken off guard as he turned around to see Mark, hands above his head stretching, lifting his shirt up slightly. The outline of his toned abs, very apparent, glistening in the afternoon sun that was spilling through the glass sliding doors. He turned his attention back to the oven, the image still fresh in his mind as he attempted to regain her composure. He scolded herself for even noticing on a more than minimal degree. With an inward sigh, Jack turned around to face Mark, who was now leaning against the counter, hands on the edge behind him.

“Smells good over here!” Mark said, completely oblivious to his inner struggle/termoil. “Maybe I actually did okay. Despite the mess.” he added.

“Don’t worry. Baking always gets a little messy.” Jack said reassuringly.

A light *ding* of the oven was heard, and Jack reached down with ease and pulled the cookies out of the oven. The sweet scent must have travelled quickly, because within seconds, Felix was standing over the bench practically drooling.

“Right on time! I’m starving!” Felix exclaimed as he picked up a cookie and promptly shoved the whole thing into his mouth. With his mouth full, Felix continued; “Tastes good!” His voice came out muffled, spraying a mixture of chocolate chips and spit onto the bench. This earned a ripple of laughter from his friends as they too, reached for a snack.

#jacksepticeye #markiplier #romance #short story #pewdiepie #story ideas #fiction

[unnamedpheonix]

When Mark brought the coffee over, Jack grabbed it from his hands with exitement. For a moment, Jack paused. The way their fingers were interlocked for a moment as he was grabbing the coffee...he wish it was a moment longer. Mark's hands were always warm and compared to Jack's, were rougher, but they felt nice. As Jack took the coffee to their table, Mark couldn't help but smile. He too, felt the connection. Not just the physical, (though Jacks hands were nice and soft), but there was a moment, so quickly you could blink and miss it. But they both felt it. A spark.

Sorry for the short one! I tried to make it as detailed as possible!

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[unnamedpheonix]

Ghost train:

Mark and Jack found themselves sitting in the front carriage with Felix and Ken two rows back. Jack was sweating. He knew this ride was not going to go well. Thats why Felix picked it. What a great friend he is. The announcer called over the speaker that the ride would be leaving in 2 minutes. Mark glanced over at Jack, looking concerned.

"Hey, you don't have to do this you know. You could get out now and I would go with you. We could go get another snack?"

Jack was silent for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Are you sure?" Mark asked again.

Jack could hear Felix and Ken cackling from behind him.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Jack replied half heartedly.

"Departing now." The intercom blared.

Jack's stomach dropped as the train rattled/lurched into motion.

The first few moments, nothing happened, which only made Jack feel worse. After every jumpscare, he was shaking profusely. He wished he had never agreed to this ride. (More about the scares and such)

As the train started to slow down, his mind calmed, feeling a sense of relief. He felt his muscles relax and he let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. They stepped off the train and waited for Felix and Ken. When a couple minutes passed, Jack begun to worry.

Soon enough, Felix and Ken emerged from the dark shadowy hall that is the operators office, holding something small and square in their hands. As they got closer, Jack had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Look what I found~!" Felix said ominously. Ken began to laugh.

"What did you guys do?" Jack asked them, concern dripping from his voice.

"Oh, nothing just decided to take some photos of you guys on the train..."

"Give me that!" Jack yelled, chasing Felix around the carnival for a solid five minutes, before finally snatching Felix's phone.

The photo was of him and Mark, sitting close, Mark's arm around Jack, comforting him.

"Don't you two look like the cutest couple?" Felix said, barely holding back laughter.

Jack was embarrased. He threw the phone back to Felix and began to walk away, feeling his face heat up as he thought about how close he was to Mark.

"That's going on my twitter!" Felix called behind him.

Jack looking through carnival photos on twitter:

Jack scrolled through twitter, waiting to see people's reactions to the photos he posted. One photo caught his attention however. 'Posted by @Pewdiepie 2 minutes ago.' The text read; "Who would you like to go on a date with to a carnival? These two lovebirds are getting it going! #Tagyourbae @Markiplier @Jacksepticeye"

"God I'm going to kill him!" Jack said to himself through gritted teeth.

He scrolled down to the comments.

'Oh my god is this real?' One read.

'They're so cute together!' Another said.

'#Septiplieraway!'

'I knew you guys were dating! How beautiful!'

'Felix, is this a gag?'

'Look at Mark's hair! So beautiful.'

That last comment caught him off guard. He scrolled back up to the photo and had a look once more. 'He does look quite nice' Jack thought. 'His silky red hair. I wish I could just run my hands through it.'

Jack closed his phone quickly and buried his head in his hands. He slumped back on the couch, feeling embarrased.

'Why did I think that!? Mark is my friend. FRIEND. That would never happen! Why do i want that to happen!? Jesus, I need to do something about this.'

Jack re-opened twitter and saw a post from Mark. He must have taken a photo of Jack when he wasn't looking. He was walking towards the farris wheel, pointing exitedly like a little child. The text read;

'Tag someone who makes your heart light up!'

'Does that mean I make his heart light up? Was he talking about me or just spouting some random bullshit. Of course he wasnt talking about me! What am i thinking?

Jack felt the need to go have s hot shower to sort out his thoughts. He thought about messaging Mark, but thought better of it.

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