Markiplier x Jacksepticeye ~Like Putty~

Hidden Feelings

Septiplier~

Mark's POV

" And as always, I will see you...in the next video. Bye bye!"

Mark waved to the camera, a happy but irritable smile on his face. He had just finished recording his last video for the night. Another fan made RPG game. Mark loved it when his fans and supporters made things for him.. It made him feel surrounded even though he lives alone in his apartment. It has been a little over a week since he got back from Indy pop-con. He celebrated his 26th birthday with his good buddies Bob, Wade, and Jack. Spending time with all his friends made him so happy...now he was alone again. He switched off his camera and started to edit the video he just made, but Mark couldn't stop thinking about the incident at the airport. He sighed as he remembered the last moments of it, going their separate ways.

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"Why the long face Mark?" Bob asked, removing his bag from the security table.

Mark was waiting for his friends at the end of the line staring down at his shoes, is bag hanging over his shoulder.

"Ah, its nothing. Just kind of bummed to see you all go...I had so much fun this weekend." He said, looking up with a faint smile.

"Don't worry, we can do a video together when we get back" Wade chimed in.

"Yeah, I guess you're right..." Mark fiddled with the strap on his bag, then turned his attention down the hall. "This is where we part ways huh?"

"My gait is that way" Bob pointed in the opposite direction.

"Mine too." Wade said. "I'll let you know when I land, see you guys around."

Bob and Wade took off down the hall, waving to him before turning around and heading toward gates A-D. Mark felt heavy in his chest, he'll see them again soon.

"God damn, they always gotta check my bag, it's cause I'm Irish isn't it?" Jack yelled from behind him.

'Oh right...Jack is still here.' Mark swallowed hard.

"Hey bud, you didn't have to wait fer me ya know." Jack said joining him at his side.

Mark looked at the younger man and smiled, blushing slightly, "Wanted to say goodbye." He said softly, gazing back down at his feet.

"Well in that case.."

Jack grabbed Mark by the arm and pulled him into a tight hug, dragging him off his feet and squeezing him into his chest. Mark was astonished by the sudden gesture, the sudden embrace and the sudden strength from his friend, and he soon felt himself melt into the Irishman and hug him tightly back.

"That's fer dragging me into the goofy goober song." Jack said, letting go.

"R-Right." Mark coughed.

"Well, I've got to go all the way back to Ireland.. which sucks ass! That's such a long ass flight.."

Mark watched as he grabbed his bag, waved goodbye and left him for his gate. Mark sighed once more and cursed himself for wanting him to come back so badly.

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Mark's heavy eyelids started to droop as he closed the door to his recording room and began drifting upstairs toward his bedroom. He was wearing his lucky flannel, a pair of boxers, and calf high socks on his feet. Mark entered his bedroom and flopped down on the bed, exhausted and weary of the thoughts in his head... his legs slung lazily over the side, and his arms spread wide, staring at the ceiling. He decided to check his social media before heading to sleep. He pulled out his phone and opened up twitter. He scrolled down to a recent post by Jack.