You could tell it in the way he walked. Those cocky strides and perfectly placed steps. The way he would stand with his feet pointed outward while talking. Leaning his head against his locker and daring you to fall into your own trap. Smirking as he saw you get stuck in your own syrupy love sick voice. It was easy to tell he was a player. His goal being to seduce you and destroy. Yet still everyone fell down on there knees as he stood in front of them. Begging for the bliss he supposedly gave for the quick week he stayed with them. It was no secret that Jack Mcloughlin was made a player but the catch is Mark Fishbach was made one too. -TRIGGER WARNINGS: HAVE QUESTIONS? ASK ME AND I'LL GET BACK TO YOU-

When a portal gun from another universe lands in Markiplier's recording room, he's ready to have the adventure of a lifetime, meeting himself in different lifetimes. But batteries don't hold. And Mark doesn't understand what's wrong. So, he's gonna have to trust himself. Literally.

"My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling," the girl said, flying in from the open window. "I can take you away to somewhere amazing and beautiful, where you'll never ever have to grow up, with only a simple price to pay." The pale-faced girl looked at her and nodded. Wendy looked the child in the eyes and put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "You'll never get to grow up." ~ ~ ~ What really happened after Peter Pan? Find out in this story! {Started on March 23, completed on April 22, 2016} 13 yr old author: @lostboys_

✔ - Completed Sean (his friends call him Jack) is behind on his rent. YouTube hasn't been paying as well as he had hoped, and he's been forced to take on a part-time job. He found work at the Other Side Café and Bar, as a waiter. It's usually uneventful, until one day when one particular regular walks into the diner and recognizes Jack. And not just because of his channel. -WARNING- This story contains LGBTQ+ themes and shipping. And also cursing. May contain sexual themes, but nothing graphic. If you aren't a fan of that, kindly continue on your way. (This is a Septiplier fanfiction, obviously.) I guess this is an AU? Idk, it's up to you all to decide.

WARNING: I seriously hate this story. Read at your own risk. It CLEARLY gets better with each chapter, as my writing skill improved- but it starts with a disgusting cliche. Looking back now, it seems silly. It seems silly to think that, after all the jokes, stares, and meaningful silences, we'd still only be friends. It seems silly to think that I'd tried so hard to go against the very thing I wanted. It seems silly to think that he and I couldn't see what the future held for us. Mark and I, well it was only a matter of tempting fate.

Mark, who is currently studying in college, is living with a transfer student from Ireland named Jack. But, because of his obnoxious habit of partying and bringing girls into their dorm, Mark couldn't take it. Things needed to change.

Septiplier oneshot. I'm sure you can guess the rest.

Oneshot.

"I killed my girlfriend three days ago." Mark has nothing left. The zombies took everything and everyone he loves. But he keeps fighting on, he's sure he can make a cure, he has to be able to. He finds an Irishman who is dealing with his own problems, like nowhere to live and starving in a rundown shack. They meet and when push comes to shove, you can always use another hand when it comes to zombies. It's not an easy trail, but when is love- I mean survival- ever easy?

Jack Mcloughlin is a 25 year old man from Dublin, Ireland. He was browsing the internet in 2140 when he stumbled upon a time eye on Ebay. Using the item he travels through time and meets Mark Fishbach a 26 year old from the year 2015. The fantastic group go on trips together through time and space. *Author Note* Comment what you think about what is there so far. Whats there now is just a test to see if people would be interested in it. Thanks!! !COVER ART BY! cartoonjunkie-art.tumblr.com