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I'm so sick and gross and ew lmao I can't sleep because I can't breathe but I don't want to stay up because I'm tired so ugh

I want to bathe because it makes my feel better and my migraine will go away but it's 12:30 AM so idk what to do help tell me

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Jack sat at his computer, editing the moving vlog. He smiled at the last part, rewatching the part where Mark sleepily rolled over.

He giggled at the half assed outro Mark did, smiling that he was finally done editing before setting it to publish whenever he needed it to.

He walked down the stairs, sighing at the boxes stacked in the corner that he still needed to unbox. Hearing his phone ring from the couch, he grabbed it as he walked out the front door. "Hi, love."

"Hey, Markimoo." He spoke quietly, waving at the neighbor, who happened to be a teenage girl with a Markiplier shirt on.

"Just checking in. You doing okay?" Jack smiled lightly before opening his car door. He grabbed the bags from the back and grabbed the blue balloons.

He shut the door as he carried them inside. "Yes, I'm okay. How are the meetings going?" The younger asked and heard Mark groan. "Dragging on, huh?"

"Yeah, I feel like shit. I took an uber here because I felt bad but now I feel dizzy and sleepy. I just want to come home and cuddle with you." Mark told him quietly.

"Want me to make you some soup? When will you be home?" He asked, smiling sadly at his boyfriend feeling sick.

Mark responded as Jack felt fur rub against his leg. He smiled down at Chica, setting the bags down before petting her.

"Yes, please if you don't mind." Jack hummed in response. "Felix said it should be over in about an hour."

"Okay. See you soon, and leave if you really need to. I love you, stay safe." Jack told him, listening to his response before hanging up.

He picked up the bundle of balloon, tying them to the duffle bag on the floor. "Don't touch this, Chica. It's for your dad. He's been stressed lately."

Chica barked, making Jack smile. The Irishman grabbed some blankets, making a comfy place to lay on the couch.

He laid out some movies and games on the coffee table before hearing his phone ring once again. "Hello?" He asked as he answered it.

"Hi, baby." Mark said quietly, before speaking to someone off the phone. "Sorry, talking to the uber driver."

"So you're on your way home?" Jack asked as he walked to the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'll be home in around 15 minutes." Jack hummed, pulling a can of chicken noodle soup and a pan out. He put the pan on the stove, dumping the can of soup into it. "What're you doing?"

"Making your soup. Do you want to have a movie and game night tonight since you don't feel good?" Mark hummed in delight at the idea.

"That sounds amazing, love." He told the younger. "I'll see you soon, alright? I love you." Mark told him, playing with the button on his flannel.

"I love you too, babe. See you soon, stay safe." They hung up shortly after. Jack poured the freshly made soup into two bowls, setting them on the coffee table as well.

He got some glasses of ice water and placed them on it as well. He heard the door open, walking towards it. "Sean, love?" Mark called, seeing him walk into the room soon after.

"Hi, baby." Jack smiled as Mark set his bag down. His arms wrapped around Jack's body. "Why don't you go get changed, love." Jack told him, kissing his cheek lightly.

The elder nodded, walking upstairs lazily. The younger grabbed Mark's backpack and opened it, putting his camera on the counter and his phone in the living room before zipping it back up. "What's this?"

He smiled at Mark, who was examining the blue balloons and duffle bag in the entryway. "It's just a little something for you." Jack told him.

Mark sat down on the ground, opening the duffle bag as Jack sat behind him. The elder hummed as Jack's hands ran down his chest. "Why'd you do this?" Mark asked, feeling Jack kiss his shoulder.

"You've been stressed lately so I figured I would get you a little something." Mark smiled at the sweatpants, flannels, tshirts, and hoodies that were packed into the bag.

"Thank you, baby. I love it." Jack nodded, standing up and putting his hands out to help Mark up. Mark stood up, kissing Jack on the lips as he did so. Jack smiled lightly before pulling away.

"Your soup is in the living room." Mark smiled at him before walking towards it. The younger grabbed the duffle bag and put it on the shelf in the entryway.

"When did you do all this?" Mark called, sitting on the couch.

"After I got off the phone with you." Jack answered, sitting beside him. They both picked up their bowls after deciding on a movie.

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Mark pulled away from the kiss he was currently in with Jack. "I love you." He whispered as Jack positioned himself in between the couch and his body.

Mark's arm wrapped around his shoulder, his hand running down his arm lightly. "Do you want kids?" Mark asked quietly.

"Eventually. Maybe after we get married, or engaged. Once we have the people living situations for a child." Jack played with Mark's hand. "Do you?"

"Yeah. I want at least two. A boy and a girl, but I wouldn't mind more." He told him, feeling Jack chuckle. "I really want a family with you."

"When do you want to adopt them?" Jack asked again.

"At least after we're engaged."  Mark agreed with him. "Whenever you're ready, mainly." He whispered.

"I can't wait to have a family with you."