I know Jack is hiding something from me. Me pouring coffee on my computer was the worst mistake I could've made. Now I'm constantly nervous that Jack has some terrible disease, and I'll know when it's too late. I care for him so much. I know he probably wouldn't reciprocate. We traded numbers yesterday, and his number is saved to my phone as "❤️Jerkface❤️". He sent me a text.
"Mark, I lied when I said my old thing was nothing."
"I know."
"I'm sorry. I can't bring myself to say these words again, so I'll photograph them." He sends me a picture of a piece of paper. It reads:
"Mark, ever since I found your channel, I've felt a strange attachment. I've had to deal with a lot of shit and gotten depressed somewhere along the way, but you make me happier. We've been talking for a really long time, and I just wanted to ask... will you be my boyfriend?"
"Jack" I text back.
"..."
"I was thinking you'd never ask :)"
"So, you'll do it?"
"Yeah, you silly! ^.^ I've honestly felt the same way this entire time."
"You're so fucking amazing. I thought you'd hate me and scream at me about how people like me should be arrested or some shit like that :P"
"Fuck anxiety."
"Fuck anxiety."
So this was love.
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Everything's Alright
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNINGS: Anorexia, Depression, Anxiety, Self Harm. If you're sensitive to these things, I advise you don't read this. This is a Septicplier fic (Markiplier & Jacksepticeye)
