Jack and Mark go to Indy Pop Con. Little do they know, they're watching one another as the other isn't looking. It ends up with Jack's flight being cancelled and him staying the night with Mark. What happens next??

Do opposites really attract? Roommates Mark and Jack have been having a rough time being in such close proximity. They used to think it was a good idea but they soon regretted it. Jack can't find a job and Mark recently fired, they begin to fight. That night just when they are about to drive each other crazy a mysterious man shows up. After that their lives aren't the same. Mark, whom now has traits of a dog and Jack, whom now has traits of a cat are thrown into an even bigger mess The only way to break the curse is by true love. It may be right under their noses. They just have to work together to find it. Or will laser pointers and games of fetch get in their way?

Jack lives in Websterville. A town with two elementary schools, two middle schools and one big high school. That is YouTube high school where you learn everything about the internet and everything just to help you later in life. Jack got his hair died a week before school and not too much of a people person. He is interested and scared when the two worlds collide from the other two buildings. He has no idea what will happen to him. He finds this out even more so when he falls for a guy named Mark. (Okay but I feel the need to add this two years later because people think I wrote this recently. Guys I finished this when I was 11 started it when I was 10 this is not gonna be 100% accurate I was a kid and it's been years but have fun reading) Words overall: 26,235

Mark and Jack meet in a bar. They have a connection almost instantly and talk all night. Mark is very proud of his job as a police officer. But Jack on the other hand doesn't say anything about his job. Ofcourse you're not going to say that you're a criminal to a cop, that's just asking for trouble. A couple weeks later, one of Jacks robberies goes wrong and he gets caught. He's not afraid of going to jail, he just doesn't want to see Mark. But the first thing he hears, once he enters the room where he's going to be questioned is; "Jack? What in God's name are you doing here?!" ~Highest rank in Fanfiction: #313 - 28-1-2017~

This is about two years after 2015 PAX (The one Sean went to for his first time in America) Jacksepticeye/Jack/Sean has been posting his videos as usual, so it takes the eye of a great friend to realize a slight change that might be connected to a bigger issue. Markiplier/Mark is curious about some small changes in one of his friend's behavior so he becomes determined to find out what caused them, and just how much greater these changes are vs how they appear to be. ((Zap will edit but not comment in this version ))

Jack is drowning in sorrow when Mark shows up. A sad Septiplier one-shot. Mild trigger warning for self harm (there is none but it's discussed). This is also a transfer from my Archive of our Own account. Cover by Shuploc on tumblr, they are an amazing artist. Stay lovely, friends

Dear, Diary I'm Jack. I hate depression I cut myself every night. It feels good. I hate being Gay. My dad abuses me. My mom tries to help me. My little brother Sam is youngest. He gets the most pain at of all us. We moved to America. But, I met him. He's nice. I hate nice people. He probably heterosexual so whats the point of having a crush on him?

Sean's Razor. The razor blade. The pale skin. Red on white. Darkness on purity. Last words. "Help me." A story by Jasper, InsaneJaneStories.

He's alone, crying, starving to death, sick, aching in every part of his body. He ignored the messages on Twitter and the texts and calls from his friends. He finally got the nerve to answer his best friend. "Jack, are you ok?" "I'm not ok, Mark! Please help, I'm ter-" "Sean? SEAN!?" (SUCIDE WARNINGS, DRUG MENTION, ALCOHOLISM, SELF ABUSE)

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-