Jacksepticeye Imagines

Hair Emotions (Pt. 2?)

Okay, before we get started, I just wanted to say that this is kind of a follow up chapter to an imagine in a friend's Septiplier One Shots books. Her name is TrappedSoul. So, credit to her for coming up with this amazing idea. And, hey, TrappedSoul, if you're reading this, thank you for giving me inspiration when I thought I had none left. You're an amazing writer. Keep doing what you're doing.

Now, on to the story.

[Jack's POV]

The first sound that reaches my ears is screaming. I instantly wake up and turn to Mark. His hair was a deep purple, almost like violets in May. He was gripping the sheets with intensity. Was he having a nightmare?

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders ad pulled him up close to me. With him snuggled into my shirt, he breathed slower until it was back to deep sleepy huffs. His hair transformed from the deep purple to a sunny yellow.

"I lu' yi'," I heard him murmur, so quiet that I almost didn't hear him. But I'm glad that I did. I love him, too.

I hug him close to my chest as I fall back to sleep.

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I sit up and yawn. I stretch my arms up to the ceiling and roll over, expecting to feel Mark's warm heart beating next to mine. I feel for his hand or his arm, or any part of him at all. Nope, nothing.

I reopen my eyes as I realize that Mark's not beside me.

I uncover myself and saunter to the kitchen. There sat Mark at the table, staring off into space, well actually, at the place mats, but still, his eyes are glazed over with lack of attention. 

"Mark?" I wave a hand in front of his face before I notice his hair is a vibrant electric blue color.

I massage his shoulders and that's when he notices my presence.

"What's wrong?" I ask, to which he just shrugs.

I pull up a chair beside him and wrap my arms around him. He almost falls limp at my touch. He lays against me, resting his head between my chin and my collarbone.  I rub his shoulders and the surrounding skin until his hair slowly becomes the same sunny yellow as the night before.

"Feel better?" I rightfully assume.

He nods.

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I take off my tank top and start to tuck myself into bed when Mark calls my name from down the hall.

I stop my process and reverse. I exit the bedroom and walk toward his voice as he continues to talk gibberish, as if he knows how much I love to hear him speak. I especially  - 

"Jack? Are you coming?"

"Yeah," I call to where he hides in the bathroom. I open the door and.....whoa. He stands there only in his boxers. And, as I could've guessed, his hair is hot pink. Feeling flirty, then, I guess. Well, guess what? So am I. I'm not kidding, either. Just this sight makes a slight erection form in my pants.

He forces me closer until he smashes his lips into mine. We make out until he grabs my hand and drags me back the way I came: the bedroom.

He throws me down on the surface and lies on top of me. He traces his finger across my chest in waves and circles and swirls.

"Having fun?" I chuckle at him. He chuckles, too, when he notices me staring. He shrugs.

"Want me to make it better?" I ask one last time.

His face lights up like a Christmas tree. That's a yes, then.

I tug the hem of his boxers lower.

For the rest of the night, we have a lot of fun 'messing' with each other.

At about Midnight, we give it a rest. Mark is the first to fall asleep. He snuggles into my chest and his hair glows a bright yellow until I close my eyes and drift off, myself.

Hey, guys, was that as good as I hoped it would be? And the reason I didn't put any actual smut in there was because TrappedSoul didn't in hers. So, that's why.

Til next time!

Faith Magnolia