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C: jack holy shit
C: mark uploaded a video an hour ago
C: i literally just watched it
C: it's him coming out
C: jack he's gay omfg
Jack looked up from his phone, seeing the YouTuber walking towards him.
J: wait what
C: yeah he came out as gay in his new video
J: sorry i’ve gtg talk to you later
C: [typing…]
“Hey, Jackaboy.” Mark had a wide grin on his face and pulled the Irishman in for a hug.
“Hey, how was it?”
“It was great!” He exclaimed, as they were walking out of the station, “Felix and I recorded a couple of videos, Marzia joined us for cards against humanity – she is surprisingly good at it – and she's the one who convinced me to co-”
He stopped, a light blush colouring his cheeks.
Before Jack could ask what he was going to say, he felt someone tap his shoulder.
“H-hi, ehm, I’m Emily, and me and my friend Alice a-are really big fans. C-could we possibly, ehm, t-take a picture with you guys?” The girl who tapped him on his shoulder - Emily - stuttered. She was wearing a Markiplier shirt and her friend - Alice - had a Septic Eye Sam keychain on her rucksack.
“Of course!” The two men said, smiles on their faces, and Emily got out her phone.
After they’d taken a couple of pictures (one in which Mark and Jack were posing dramatically), they said their goodbyes and walked on.
‘Oh my God this is the best day of my life!’
‘Same! And how they interacted with each other. I swear to cheeseballs if they are not together or at least crushing I will eat my own hand.’
Jack overheard their conversation as they were walking away and blushed profusely.
But, luckily for his pink-haired friend, he forgot about the question he was going to ask.
[11] Unread messages from: Chiara
C: OK TTYL!
C: Actually, I’m going to tell you what he said
C: Basically he said that he had known that he was gay for a long time, but that he had never thought it necessary to come out to his audience
C: After a while he became scared
C: Thought everybody might hate him
C: Then he realised that the hate didn’t matter because he has amazing friends and family who support him
C: (that was so sweet omgggg)
C: After that Mark said that ‘yes, he was single, but he wasn’t mingling because he was crushing on a specific person, so sorry guys’ and then he winked
C: He also apologised for crushing 14 y/o girls’ dreams
C: ANYWAY HAVE YOU KISSED HIM YET?
C: Or are you busy…;)
J: Jesus Christ Chiara we were walking home from the train station
J: And no, I haven’t kissed him yet
J: I’m pretty sure he likes me (like with us almost kissing yesterday, and pewds telling me to kiss him)
J: BUT IDK HOW TO ASK HIM OUT
C: waIT YOU ALMOST KISSED?
J: YEAH WE BOTH LEANED IN BUT I PANICKED AND SCREAMED ‘TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA’
C: you fucking idiot
J: ANYWAY THAT’S NOT THE POINT. HOW DO I ASK A GUY OUT?
C: WELL IDK. TELL HIM YOU WANT TO RECORD A VIDEO OF YOU TWO ACTING OUT FANFICTION AND WHEN IT COMES TO THE KISSING POINT FUCKING RAVISH HIM
J: Other than the ravishing part, thank you!!!!!!!!
C: Wait, Jack, THAT WAS A JOKE!
C: JACK?????!!
C: You are so screwed
“Hey, Merk.” Due to his nervousness, the Irish was full-on.
Mark looked up from his phone. “Yeah, ‘sup, Jackaboy?”
No stomach it’s not the time to become a butterfly zoo, stomach I swea-, “So, ehm, Chiara asked us if we could make a video of us actin’ out fanfiction - not smut, of course - and I thought ‘Hey, why not? It’d be funny and our subscribers would like it’. Well, most of ‘em, I guess. Like, the Septiplier shippers. They - ehm - they’d like it.”
“Yeah, sure, you wanna record it now, or?”
“Now.” Jack said hastily.
They decided that they’d do the video on both of their channels, each having two or three different stories.
“You wanna switch intros?”
“Only if ya do mine in an Irish accent.”
“Only if you do mine in an American accent.”
“Only if we impersonate each other.”
“Deal. You can go first.”
“Okay...Hello, everybody, my name is Markiplier, and welcome to fanfiction.”
“OH MY GOD, JACK!”
“What? Hey, stop laughin’, ya fookin’ bastard!”
“I'm- I’m sorry!”
“As if ye’re any better at doin’ an impression of me!”
“You wanna bet? WHAPOOSH. TOP OF THE MORNIN’ TO YA, LADDIES!”
“Louder!”
“TOPPADAMORNINTOYALADDIES”
“LOUDER!”
“TOPADAAAAAAAAA!”
“Perfect, ya nailed it!”
“Well, I am your clone so…”
“Oh yeah, well, if ye’re my clone, what am I thinkin’ right now?”
“I mean, I don't think that's how clones wo- Okay, fine.” Coughing noises. “Oh lawdy daedi, where’s me bottle o’ Jameson? Oh, I'd like to geet a holda his lucky charms! More like bottom o’ the mornin’ to me, oh boy lawdy daedi!”
“That was not what I was thinkin’!”
“Well I dunno, if you ask me it's pretty accurate!”
“No, it isn't!”
“It so is. Anyway, hello everybody, today is the day you've all been waiting for-”
“-Or dreadin’-”
“-The day that Septiplier recreates your fanfiction in real life!”
“So, Markimoo, which one do ya want to start with?”
“Ehhhmm...this one!”
After filming their interpretations of four fanfictions, Jack and Mark were just about ready to stop. To be fair, they would have if it wasn't for the fact that Chiara messaged the former.
C: JACK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP IGNORING ME
Wait, Chiara wrote fanfiction. And The Ocean ended with a kiss. That reminded him of his original plan and he was determined to follow it.
“Do you wanna stop, now, or?”
“I think we should do one more.”
“Which one?”
“The Ocean. I mean, it's Chiara’s fanfic and this was her idea, so it would only be fair.”
Mark nodded and looked it up on the computer screen in front of them. He had probably expected that they'd act out the start of the story, but Jack skipped right to the end, right to the kiss.
“Mark, I'm so done with all of yer whinin’! If ye’re so unhappy wit’ Felix, why don't ya just break up with him!” Jack fake screamed it at him, staring right into his dark eyes - he looked taken aback and the Irishman didn't know if it was real or just good acting.
“I-I…” Mark took a deep breath, “Why do you care so much?” His body showed hurt and anger, but anybody who looked into his eyes could see the playfulness in them. Jack was pretty sure that his own eyes mirrored them - though maybe nervousness was also in the mix.
Jack took a deep breath. “Because I love you.”
And with that said, Jack pulled Mark in for a kiss.
In the months that followed, the two didn't say a word about the videos to their subscribers. Thus, their Q&A at VidCon Europe – the first opportunity for fans to ask their questions and actually receive answers – was highly anticipated.
Generic YouTuber outro music was playing and Jack and Mark walked onto the stage, resulting into ear-piercing screams from the audience. The two sat down on the two chairs that had been set out for them, looked at each other and shouted in unison, “Top of the mornin’ to ya laddies!”
Once again, the crowd went wild.
“Was that- was that a good Irish accent, Jack?”
“Well, it was loud.”
“So that's basically a yes, right?”
“Ehm, no comment.”
“Anyway, that's not what this is about. This is a Q&A! No time for Irish accents!”
“But-”
“I said no time, Jack!”
“So ya just want me to shut up.”
“Yeah, or talk in sign language.”
“I do actually speak - or sign, I mean, some sign language.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah”, Jack did some movements with his hands.
“And what does that mean?”
“That yer ma’s a turtle.”
“Hey!” Mark tackled the Irishman, tickling him as he was doing so.
“Mark- MARK STOP! I’M TOO TICKLISH FER T’IS!”
After they had calmed down, the American looked at the crowd, “So, I think that the volunteers have some microphones, right?” A thumbs up from a volunteer, “Yeah, so, does anybody have any questions for us?”
Dozens of hands shot straight up, some people literally jumping for their attention, and the odd few even had a sign with something on it.
“Wow, ehm, t’at are a lot of people.” The Irishman let out a nervous giggle, this was his first panel, after all, he didn’t want to mess it up.
“Yeah, you choose first?” Great, Mark, just great.
“Sure. Ehmmm…” He looked at the crowd, and spotted a girl with short, black hair holding up a sign saying ‘Pick me, Jack! I’ll do a backflip!’, “Okay, you, there, person with the sign sayin’ that they’ll do a backflip!” Her face lit up immediately and she walked into the open space between the two middle sections of the chairs. A volunteer handed her a microphone and she stepped a little closer to the YouTubers on the podium. “Hi. WOW JESUS THIS IS LOUD.”
Mark and Jack chuckled before asking her where she was from.
“I’m from Germany.”
“Can you really do a backflip?”
“Hell yeah!” She handed the microphone to a volunteer before doing one, receiving cheers from the people in the crowd.
“Wow, Jaysus, I was so scared fer ya fer a second!”
“Yeah, and I’m also slightly jealous. I wish I could do a backflip.”
“Don’t worry, Merk-” A few people in the audience screamed at his pronunciation of the name (screams of joy, that is), “-You’ll learn someday!”
“Hah, possibly. Anyway, what’s your question?”
“So, like, you posted a video a few months ago, and Jack - you leaned in and kissed Mark. So, I guess the question is: Is Septiplier real?” The audience screamed, dear God, they screamed.
Mark and Jack looked at each other for a second.
“Hell yeah, it is.”
After they both pulled away, Jack started blushing. Then Mark started blushing. They were staring at each other and blushing and dear God, it was awkward. This was going on for a few minutes until Mark finally cleared his throat, “So, eh, what was that for?”
“...melikingyou.”
“What did you say?”
“Me...ehm...liking you.” At this point, Jack’s hands were shaking so much that he had to sit on them.
Mark gave him a smile - one of those very bright ones that even the sun couldn’t compete with - and spoke those four words which the Irishman didn’t know he had needed.
“I like you too.”