NOTE: This is my 3rd attempt at a Septiplier story so hopefully it goes well!
Jacksepticeye, or Sean McLoughlin, lives on his own in Ireland in his apartment, making videos for his rapidly growing channel. Every now and again, he'll do collabs with...
Once Sean was done for the day, he decided to go walk around town a little bit to get some fresh air. Slipping on a pair of shoes, he headed outside, the sun beginning to set. He had his earbuds in, listening to some music on his iPhone. Although he was doing that, he was thinking of what videos to record today, considering he forgot to bring his book with him, containing all his video ideas.
He began to wander towards the beach, seeing a few people sitting in the sand, watching the sun set with their families or loved ones. He could smell the salt-like scent of the water in the air, starting to relax already. He could also see the shine from what's left of the sun on the water, creating a line of beautiful rivulets of reflection.
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As he reached the beach, he picked a random spot, sitting in the sand, not caring that his pants are now full of it. Turning off his music, he put his headphones in his pocket with his phone, listening to the waves crashing against the shore, sending a sort of peace and calming through him.
He loved being by himself, out on the beach, with barely any people around, just enjoying it all. Sometimes, Sean would go here to de-stress himself, to be away from his house.
Sean?
He heard his name from a distance, immediately snapping out of his relaxing trance, looking around the beach, not seeing anyone he knew. Thinking it was in his head, he watched the last of the sun go under the horizon when he heard his name again. But this time, it was closer.
"Sean?"
Standing up, he brushed his pants off as best as he could, turning around to see a very familiar face standing in front of him, his dark hair blowing in the slight wind, his dark eyes piercing into him.
"M-Mark?" He stuttered. "H-How are you..am I dreaming?"
Mark lightly chuckled. "It depends." He took a couple steps closer. "I wanted to see you."
Sean could feel his face beginning to heat up. "Okay..wh-what else do you want?"
Taking another step closer, Sean could feel Mark's breath hitting his face.
"I have feelings for you, Sean." Mark said softly so he could only hear it. "I haven't stopped having feelings for you for a while now."
Sean's eyes widened, his heart doing a back flip. He said before he could admit it to Mark, feeling some sort of guilt inside him, but he squished it down.
"I..." Sean began, hesitating a few seconds. "I can say the same about you." He began to ramble a bit. "I just haven't had the guts to tell you this then you tell me and it's--"
Mark grabbed his hand, holding it tight. "Sean, it's okay. Really."
Gazing down at their locked hands, Sean looked back up at him. "Mark..I--"
He got cut off, Mark closing the distance between them, lightly kissing him on the lips, drawing away just as quick as it happened, Sean's thoughts becoming jumbled.
"Whoa." He breathed. "What was that for?"
Mark's eyes were bright in the darkness outside. "I love you, Sean."
His breath hitched, the words hanging in his throat. He wanted to say it back, but nothing came out. Mark just said he loved him, the words he himself, has been trying to say for a long time.
So instead of responding, he let go of Mark's hand, touching the sides of his face. Leaning in, he kissed him more firmly, feeling his arms snake around his back.
Pulling Sean closer, he suddenly gasped, pulling away just enough to see his face. Looking down, the sudden sharp pain he felt was real. He saw a knife, the blade of it pierced through his shirt, into his skin, Mark's hand wrapped around the hilt.
"Sean, what is it?" Mark asked, looking at him with slight worry. "Is everything okay?"
He suddenly began breathing heavily, each breath getting harder and harder. Stumbling away, the knife ripped out of him, a pool of blood pouring out of his stomach area.
"Mark?" He said, his voice shaking, his hand on the wound. "What did y-you do?"
It was like he didn't hear the question. "Sean, what's going on?"
The voices, the sounds, they all became a blur, and the last thing he saw was Mark running to him before he felt his body shut down.
***
Waking up with a start, Sean noticed he was back in his apartment. Lifting his shirt up in a panic, there was no wound, no blood anywhere. Sighing in relief, he sat up on the couch he must've fallen asleep on at some point. Checking the time on his phone, it was a little after 9:30pm.
"Holy shit..must've been tired.." He said, remembering he stayed up all night the night before. Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head.
I love you, Sean.
Those words hit him in the chest as he remembered that from his dream that turned into a nightmare. Each detail suddenly rose to the surface of his mind: the beach, the sunset, and Mark. From the moment when he heard him say his name, to the moment when he kissed him. He wanted to go back to that so badly, to feel his arms around him, his lips exploring his. But he knew what the outcome of it would be.
He knows Mark well enough to know that he would never do something like that, as he thought of the first time when he saw the article his friend Wade sent him.
Heading into his recording room again, he got everything set up, turning on his camera to record more Bio Inc. Redemption. The dream was still on his mind, making it hard to concentrate when the memory of him kissing Mark kept taunting his brain.
