Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines

Septiplier-"I love you..." "I love you too..."

~1224 words~

Jack's POV

I got off the plane and grabbed my stuff, heading to the waiting area. I sat down in one of the chairs and looked around for Mark. Ah, Mark... He was cute. His chocolate brown eyes that melted your heart, his perfect poofy hair, his muscular build- I cut my self off. No, you can't think like that... He doesn't like you that way anyway. I waited for a few minutes before seeing him. I got up, grabbing my things, and walked to him. He turned, saw me, and walked to me as well. We hugged, his strong, protective arms- No!

"Hey Jack. How was your flight?" He asked, pulling away.

I pulled away as well. I missed hearing his voice... "Boring. I just sat there and watched videos and listened to music. I didn't want to vlog and be rude, so it drove me crazy that I wasn't recording something." I replied.

He laughed. Oh his laugh... "Well, that's what you're here for. To take some days off. And, I'm gonna say, you're a workaholic dude." He said.

I frowned. "Maybe I am, but come on! You're really gonna call me a workaholic?" I asked.

"Yes I am. Cause that's what you are. Workaholic." He said matter-of-factly.

"I am not!" I argued.

"Yes you are. Workaholic." He teased.

I started to smile. "Am not!"

He smirked. "Are too!" He said back, sticking out his tongue.

I fully smiled. "No!" I said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

He laughed. "Yes!" He said, walking away.

I chased after him. "No!" I said, starting to laugh.

He kept walking. "Yep." He said, popping the p.

I shook my head and smiled.

*Time Skip*

We got to Mark's apartment, grabbed my things, and headed inside. I looked around, seeing his spiral staircase first, the living room, and other little things. I had my computer and recording stuff, while Mark had my other bags of clothes and things. He started walking up the stairs.

"Follow me to your room." He said.

I followed him up the stairs and down the hall. He opened the last door to the left and went in. I followed. Inside there was a bed to the side, a table, a dresser, and a closet. Mark put down the bags on the bed.

"Here you are! You can use the table for your computer and feel free to use the dresser and the closet however you want. I'll let you get settled in." He said, and walked out, closing the door behind him. I sighed and started setting everything up.

Mark's POV

I'm so glad Jack is staying here for a week. I can't get him out of my head. He's so cute. With his ocean blue eyes that melt your heart, his perfectly spiked hair, his muscular build- I cut myself off. You can't think that Mark, he doesn't even feel the same. Just.. Focus on something else. Get some food or something. I got up and went into the kitchen. I made myself a bowl of cereal, went back into the living room, sat down on the couch, and watched Netflix for awhile.

After awhile, Jack came down and sat beside me. I paused the show I was watching and turned to him.

"Whatcha wanna do?" I asked.

He looked up. I looked into his deep blue eyes. "Uh, do you want to record a video or somethin'?" He suggested.

I nodded. "Sure! Do you want to play The Forest, Tug The Table, or..." I trailed off in thought.

He stopped to think. "The Forest sounds good to me." He replied.

I smiled. "Alright! Let's go record!" I said, getting up and running up the stairs.

*Time Skip After Video Is Recorded, Edited, And Uploaded*

Jack's POV

I'll admit. It was fun playing a game with Mark again. It's been forever since we've actually talked. I'm looking forward to this next week with Mark. I walked downstairs to find him watching Netflix again. I checked my phone. 5 o'clock.

"Hey Mark?" I asked.

He turned around. "Yeah?" He said.

I made a pouty face. "I'm huuungry!" I said like a little kid.

He chuckled. "Okay." He checked his phone. "I guess it is time for dinner." He said, getting up and walking into the kitchen. I followed after him. He opened the fridge.

"What does Jackaboy want?" He asked.

I smiled. I liked it when he called me Jackaboy. "Well, what do you have?" I asked, looking in the fridge.

My eyes landed on a cake. I read the label. Triple Chocolate Fudge Cake. I quickly grabbed it.

"I'll take this." I said.

Mark face-palmed. "You have to eat real food first. Then you can have the cake." He said.

I pouted. "B-but... cake." I said like a little kid again.

He took the cake and put it back in the fridge. "Not yet.. How about some grilled cheese sandwiches?" Mark suggested.

I perked up. "Sure! Can I have three?" I asked.

He chuckled. "Anything for my Jackaboy!" He said, smiling widely.

I blushed slightly. My Jackaboy...?

Mark's POV

Why the hell did I just say that?! God, I'm so stupid... Wait, is Jack.. blushing...? Why is he blushing? Does he...?

*Time Skip*

Jack's POV

After dinner, I went back to my room and watched YouTube for awhile. I just finished one of Mark's videos when I heard him call from downstairs.

"Jack! Could you come here for a minute?" He asked.

I got up. "Sure!" I yelled back.

When I got down there, I didn't see Mark. I looked around.

"Mark?" I said.

Nothing.

I was about to call for him again, when something grabbed me from behind. But it was more like it hugged me from behind. I turned around.

"Mark?" I asked.

He looked into my eyes, but didn't say a word. He slowly leaned in, closing his eyes. I knew what was about to happen. I closed my eyes a well. Then, our lips met. His were so soft and careful. I kissed back, trying to be as gentle as him. I turned around in the hug, hugging him back. He pulled away.

"Jack, I-I love you..." He whispered.

I smiled. "I love you too..." I whispered back, kissing him again.

I felt him smile into the kiss as he hugged me tighter. I smiled as well, racking my fingers through his hair as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds, smiling widely. I smiled warmly back. He hugged me again, pulled away, and sat back down on the couch, playing his show again.

I chuckled and sat next to him, holding is hand and resting my head on his shoulder. He intertwined his fingers with mine and rested his head on top of mine. We stayed like that for the rest of the evening until we fell asleep together.

Okay, I'm done. Sorry this one isn't uploaded so quickly, our Wi-Fi went out, so I had no internet. I actually typed this up on Notepad. It was the only thing I could really do, besides Microsoft Paint. So yeah... Anyway, stay bossome! And I'll see you in whatever the next thing I write is.

~ScarletSepticEye~

P.S. I'll try to upload everyday if I can. :)