Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots and Imagines - Book 2

Jump (Markiplier)

"Y'know, I would appreciate it if you'd just listen to me."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you're standing by the edge of that building and I don't want you to take another step forward."

Your voice was weak and his voice was casual, but with a heavy underlying tone to it.

You looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "Can we just... not do this now?"

"I thought you were supposed to talk to me, (Y/N).  I thought you trusted me." His voice was thick with tears now.

"I do.  I do, I swear.  Mark, all I wanted was for you to trust me." You were crying yourself as well, running blindly down your face as all you saw were the dark clouds above you.

"Then trust me now.  I can't let you do this."

"I can do it, Mark.  I've done it before and I'll do it a million times," you insisted, swaying where you were standing, feeling faint as you remembered you were standing with your best friend, twenty stories up on the roof of a building, where if you fell, you would be dead upon impact.

"You can take care of me?  Like you always have?" he asked.  You nodded,

"Yes."

"Then do it again."

"Now?"

"Yes.  Now.  Just like we used to at midnight, when you couldn't sleep and we talked for hours.  Just like good times, remember?  Just like old times," he pleaded.  His voice was weak.

"You won't leave?" you whispered.

"As long as you keep talking, I won't," he laughed weakly. "I'll be here, forever and ever as long as you are."

"Well... remember that night we used to sneak out and stare at the stars until the sun rose?" you asked, struggling to think of something. "Remember that?"

"I... I do," he answered slowly, his voice louder, more pronounced over the wind. "I'll never forget it.  Ever."

"Good.  It was the better moments of my life," you replied, laughing a bit.  He followed.

"...Yeah.  It was one of the few times I was truly happy, with you and me under the stars and a whole galaxy to ourselves," he told you.

"It was pretty great, wasn't it?" you asked, feeling your legs turn into jelly at the memory of it.

"Yeah." There was a silence. "Are you still with me?"

"Of course," was your reply, weak and hopeful.

"Good." He took a deep breath, struggling to say something. "I like you with me.  I do.  It makes me feel happy."

"I like you with me too, Mark.  So how did we manage to get up here?" you asked, smiling sadly.

"That's a question I can't answer."

"Of course you can-"

"That's not something I'm willing to answer and you know it."

"...Alright.  Alright.  I won't force you to do anything," you said, your chest swelling as tears still flowed from your eyes.  You looked down at the ground, then forward again.

"You know, (Y/N), you're a bully," he grumbled. "Making me say things I never thought I would have to say to you."

"Bully?  Yeah, I get that a lot." You wiped the tears from your eyes. "Well, you don't have to regret anything you've said.  I feel it too."

"Good." He struggled for breath. "I love you.  So much."

"Don't say things you don't mean," you laughed, but followed up with, "I love you, too."

"Don't be a hypocrite," he shot back, almost jokingly.  The air was lighter, even though you and Mark were still on top of a building, onlookers all around on the ground, looking like ants below the two of you.

"Me?  Never." You sighed and blinked the rest of the tears from your eyes. "Now.  What's on your mind?"

"You're asking me?" he asked.

"Of course.  We're up here together now, so I'm here to stay."

"I hate the cards I've been dealt, (Y/N)," he whispered, making you shut up instantly. "I despise them." He took a shuddering breath. "So maybe... being with you... would that make it better?"

"I think it would," you agreed slowly. "It would, indeed."

He nodded. "That's what I thought."

"So...." You forced the words from your mouth, hoping that you didn't just light a fuse. "Could we go now?"

"You'll take care of me?  And I you?" he asked.

"Of course.  Forever and ever," you nodded. "Come off the edge, Mark.  Step down.  I love you.  I love you." You sobbed in relief as he took a step back, falling to his knees, his body trembling and water flowing from his eyes.  His lips were thin, his face pale in shame.

"I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry," he wept, burying his face in his hands.  You ran up to him, gathering all you could in your arms and wanting to never let go.

"It's okay.  It's all okay now," you breathed, taking in the scent of his hair, knowing you would never forget this moment. "Let's get off this goddamn roof now, how about?"

"Okay.  Yeah, let's go." His voice trembled, and he weakly grasped onto you as the two of you used the stairs to get out of the building, hand in hand, only letting go when you got in the car and drove home, hoping that the lives the two of you would build could be better than the past you had left.

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