Markiplier and JackSepticEye Imagines

What Now? (Markiplier)

(Word Count: 1058ish)

You sat against your bedroom door, tears streaming down your face. You could hear Mark pounding on the front door of your shared apartment, begging for you to let him in and explain. You wouldn't dare; nobody should be given a chance to redeem themselves after cheating. You couldn't help but sob as he continued to bang and pound on your door. He was very insistent, refusing to let up after more than an hour of trying to be let in. It was becoming overwhelming, so you chose to call Jack. You knew that he'd be able to get Mark to go away, and if not that, get you away from from Mark.

"Hey love, what's- hey, are you crying?" he asked, his mood changing from cheerful to worried in an instant.

"Y-yeah. I need you to come pick me up." You could hear him grab his keys and jacket, shutting his door behind him. He started his car before speaking again.

"What's going on? Is everything alright?"

"Mark...he...he fucking..." The words tasted rancid in your mouth. You couldn't say them out loud; they made your chest ache with longing. Tears raced down your cheeks as you hiccuped from crying. It was worse than anything you've ever felt before.

"Hey hey hey, calm down a little bit, okay? I'm pulling into your building's lot. Do you want me to come up there and get you or are you coming down here?" You bit your lip, debating whether he should come up and retrieve you. You knew Mark would convince Jack to take his side on the matter, so the answer was obvious.

"I'll be down in a few minutes," you said, hanging up. You threw some clothes and necessities into a bag, grabbing your rainy day fund. You didn't plan on leaving it with Mark.

After about five minutes of shoving things into a duffle bag, you found yourself at the door of your apartment with your hand on the handle. You could faintly hear Mark talking to himself on the other side of the door, occasionally knocking on it. You knew that as soon as you opened that door, you'd have to run for it or else he'd catch up to you. So, you took a deep breath, quietly unlocked the door, and bolted.

Mark was sitting down, drifting into a fitful slumber. But when he saw you, his eyes snapped open and he quickly stood up. You were in the elevator by the time he realized what was happening, and he didn't make it to you in time to get in the elevator. The doors were closed and you were traveling down, but you knew he'd trying to catch up by going down the stairs.

You walked calmly out of the building, hearing Mark finally emerge from the last flight of stairs. He yelled out your name, running to catch up with you, but as soon as you were out of the building, you darted to Jack's car. He was ready to drive, so as soon as your door was closed, he drove out of the parking lot. Mark was left behind in the parking lot, his eyes wide and dull. He looked like he was crying, and you couldn't help but feel bad as you drove to Jack's house.

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"He's been calling nonstop," Jack said from the kitchen, his phone ringing quietly. You were wrapped up in a blanket on his couch as he made tea for the two of you. You felt bad not explaining things to him, but you figured he understood how bad it was for you. You didn't need to tell him just how terrible it really was, he seemed to be completely fine with you keeping him in the dark, but you could tell that he was curious.

"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked, bringing two mugs of steaming tea into the living room. He set them both down to cool for a bit, looking to you for a bit of insight on what was happening.

"Well-" his phone rang again, interrupting you. Mark's picture lit up on the screen, holding you in his arms with a wide smile. His eyes were lit up and full of joy, holding you as close to him as possible. You remembered that day really well, but as of then, you wished you didn't. You wished you couldn't feel the ghost of his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You wished you couldn't remember his laugh as it rang through the air, anecdotes being shared around a bonfire. You wished you could forget the taste of lemonade on his lips when they met with yours, the summer breeze making that moment seem perfect. You wished you couldn't remember the smell of smoke on his jacket as you cuddled into him, the events of that day tiring you out. You wished your heart didn't ache when you remembered that day.

"Goddamnit, Mark, stop calling me," he said to himself, ignoring the call. You became disappointed when the picture disappeared, a spark of need catching your thoughts ablaze.

"Answer it. I want him to explain it."

"Y/N-"

"I'll be quiet. If I'm gonna flip, I'll leave the room. I promise." As if on cue, the phone began to ring again. Jack looked at you hesitantly before answering the phone and hitting speaker.

"Hey, Mark."

"Is she with you?"

"Mark-"

"Just tell me, please. I couldn't tell if that was your car or not a-and I'm driving myself mad with worry. Just tell me she's safe." Jack looked to you with weary eyes, your expecting expression urging him to respond.

"She's at my house, Mark. She's safe." You could hear him sigh on the other end, sobs ringing through the speaker.

"I fucked up, Seán. I really fucked up. But I'm sure you already know everything."

"She hasn't explained anything to me. That's the only reason I picked up; I want answers."

"She thinks I cheated on her." You bit your lip, tears threatening to fall. "Our one year is coming up and I asked my friend Sam to help me look for something for her and she fucking kissed me and Y/N's friend saw and took a picture. She sent it to Y/N and now she thinks I'm cheating on her. I don't know what to fucking do." His voice faded into sobs at the end, sniffling and crying. You could hear him place the phone on the table, not wanting to cry straight into the phone. "Tell me please how I can fix this." Jack looked to you, a calm expression taking your face. You knew what to do, so you took the phone, taking it off of speaker and putting it to your ear. You looked to Jack for support and he smiled, giving you the confidence that you needed to speak.

"Mark," you said softly. You heard his breath hitch, and he sighed.

"You heard all of that. You were listening the whole damn time and you didn't say a word."

"I wanted to know exactly what happened without an apology every three seconds. You would've gotten choked up on apologies and you would've explained it wrong and I would've gotten angry. I heard what I needed to hear and now I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, baby girl. Anything for you." You looked up at Jack, and he nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Come pick me up?"

"I'll be there in five."

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I feel like this doesn't need a part two, but my editor (I have a name) is encouraging me to write one. Should I? I feel like this could be left for the mind to finish, but I'd happily write one if someone were to request it.

I have some Septiplier imagines and Mark x Reader x Jack imagines (if you don't know how those work, it's basically the two outside characters trying to win over the middle character. In this case, Jack and Mark try to win over you, the reader) but they're AUs. I've got Undertale and Subnautica down right now, but if you have any others, feel free to comment or PM me.

Make sure to go check out MyLittleGhostKing because her stories are really great. She's really cool (damn straight) and her stories aren't as cringy as she makes them seem.

Happy reading,

Allie B.