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Young God (septiplier)
I bit my lip, trying to concentrate on the road ahead of me instead of glancing over to the passenger seat. My eyes strayed for a moment and when I looked back at the road, I had to swerve slightly to avoid going onto the sidewalk. Goddamn, I had to learn to keep my feelings in check or I was going to get us killed.
"You tired? I can take over for a bit if you want, or we could find somewhere to stop for the night?" Jack offered, probably concerned over my latest careless swerve.
I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak without careful thought for fear of what would come out of my mouth. "I'm okay, thanks. I just thought I saw something in the corner of my eye." Was I always such a terrible liar?
"Well, okay then." Jack replied, sounding unconvinced. Silence lapsed over us again, comfortable and relaxing, the only noise from the quiet purr of the engine in the moonlit night. After about half an hour, Jack spoke up again. "Mind if I switch the radio on for a little while? You know
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Literature
Chemicals (septiplier) part 3
Mark sat in the hallway, head in his hands. How stupid of him, falling in love with his best friend and letting it get in the way of recording videos. Jack must think he's mad, Mark felt mad. He sighed, running his fingers though his messy hair. What an idiot. What an absolute idiot.
He should get up, get over Jack and carry on with the video and stop being such a lovesick puppy. If only it were that easy, Mark wished with another sigh.
"Mark?" Asked a familiar Irish voice, quietly. Mark looked up at Jack with a weak smile, trying to ignore the concern of Jack's face. He sat down next to Mark, taking a similar position with his arms wrapped around his knees. "You okay buddy?"
He could feel Jack's eyes on him, filled with concern. "Yeah, course." Mark laughed hoarsely, sounding unbelievable even to himself.
"Mark-"
"I'm fine Jack, really!" Mark shouted, immediately regretting it. Jack fell silent, looking to the side away from Mark. Great, now look what he's done, hurt the only person h
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Literature
11 Days (septiplier) part 3
Jack waits, eyes deadlocked onto mine.
I take a deep breath, lurch forwards onto the bed and roll onto my back. "PILLOW FIGHT!" Clutching the pillow to my chest, I roll skillfully to the side avoiding Jack diving for the other pillow.
While he's on his back just reaching for the pillow, I make my move and throw myself across him, then start whacking him with the pillow. "Markimoo is king!" I preach, laughing as Jack groans under me and tries to shove me away.
I don't even notice my name slip up, but thankfully neither does Jack. "Alright you cocky bastard, you might be King but Jackaboy is boss!" Jack somehow manages to twist into a roll and throw my balance to the opposite side at the same time, causing me to collapse face first onto the bed.
"Ow, fuck me!" Jack yelps amidst the sounds of crashing and I roll so that I can hang my head over the side of the bed to see Jack, having rolled off the bed, upside down with his back against the wall stuck in a corner.
I take one look at him an
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Literature
Love Letter (septiplier)
Mark, I've known you for nearly 5 years now and my only regret is not confessing my love for you sooner. (& that time you convinced drunk me to parade the streets dressed as a leprechaun screaming about gay pride-which, by the way, you're still not forgiven for.) I regret not telling you sooner because then I could have spent so much more time with you, instead of wasting my time without you. I always feel like there's never enough time, as you know and feel too. That's why I feel so incredibly grateful and blessed that you would choose to spend time with me. I guess, in a way, that's why I'm writing this; to show you how much you mean to me and to say thank you, Mark. Thank you for always been there for me, for choosing the spend precious time with me and for loving me relentlessly. Thank you for everything, Mark, I don't know what I would do without you.
See Mark, I'm amazing when I look at you. Not just because of your looks (which, let me tell you, are breathtakingly gorgeous), but
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Literature
11 Days (septiplier) Part 2
Blushing at the realisation I was caught staring at him, I look away and out at the dance floor. What the hell is wrong with me, god, I'm an idiot. Good job Mark, you just got caught staring at a famous gorgeous straight man and what did you do, look away blushing. I mean, why not just throw yourself at him and tell him you're gay and are a-liking what you're a-seeing.
I cringe at my thoughts, piquing Sean's interest. "What's up?" He asks, causing me to look back at him.
Bad idea bad idea bad idea bad idea...
"Nothing," I reply indifferently, trying to be casual. Sean clearly doesn't believe me but doesn't push it.
An awkward silence fits over us for a minute and I realise he's waiting for me to say something at a guess.
With my level of conversation available right now basically minus a billion, I ask the first thing that comes into my mind. "Should I call you Jack or Sean?"
I know right, incredible question. You get an A for effort, brain. Good job, Mark. Goddamn myself.
"I don't kno
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Literature
11 Days (septiplier) part 1
I sit and count the number of drunk men who are probably going to cheat on their wives tonight. I can tell a married man from an unmarried man instantly; it's not just the wedding ring that gives it away but their actions.
Unmarried men just find what they're doing as fun, married men find what they're doing as rebellious. The look in their eyes gives it all away. In total, I count probably nine married men, about to cheat. It's disgusting. I'm never getting married.
"'Nother drink, sir?" Asks the bartender with a dopey, half drunk grin. I smile politely back and ask for a lemonade. I have to be careful with alcohol while in missions, if I forget what I'm doing I can mess up so badly that it can get me killed. "Sure thing."
A few minutes later, he slides the glass across to me and when I try and pass him the money, shakes his head. "S'alright sir, on the 'ouse if you get what I mean. Yer've bought so many think yer owed one now."
I nodded my thanks and he moved onto the next person. Si
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Literature
If You Don't Know (septiplier) Part 3
Go ahead rip my heart out,
Show me what love's all about,
Go ahead rip my heart out,
That's what love's all about...
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It had only been three days but it felt like three years. Time seemed to have almost stopped and never once did he leave Mark's mind. He cried, screamed and slept. That was it. He hadn't eaten for three days, but he didn't feel hungry. He hadn't even moved from his bed, from their bed, except to go to the bathroom.
He had cried until he ran out of tears and now he just lay there, not crying, not moving, barley existing. The pain was the only way he knew that he was still functioning, still a human. He didn't want to be. If he couldn't have Jack, he didn't want to live.
Mark had done a lot of thinking, laying there for so long, trying to figure out why Jack had changed, why he had left. Trying to pinpoint exactly when it all went wrong. But he couldn't, because every time he thought of Jack, all of their memories came flooding back and Mark felt like he was being stab
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If You Don't Know (septiplier) Part 2
If I could say the things that I wanna say,
I'd find a way to make you stay,
I'd never let you get away,
Catch you in all the games we play...
Mark opened his eyes the next morning and to his surprise saw Jack, fast asleep and wearing nothing but joggers, his lips parted slightly, green hair sticking up all over the place, his chest rising and falling with his breaths. He looked so peaceful, so content.
It was difficult to believe that less than twelve hours ago they were screaming at each other outside the restaurant. The restaurant which really had just been a part of Jack's plan, his way of telling Mark everything...
Jack sighed in his sleep, shuffling closer towards Mark, who lay unmoving. Mark watched Jack as he slept, noticing the little things like way his nose would twitch whenever he sighed and how each time he exhaled, a piece of his hair was lifted into the air before settling back on his face.
Mark would never say anything, but he missed the old Jack. The one who loved to s
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Literature
If You Don't Know (septiplier) Part 1
Tonight we're fading fast,
I just wanna make this last...
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"What the hell do you mean, you're going to New York for 6 months?!" Mark yelled as they stepped out of the restaurant.
"I mean I'm going to New York for 6 months!" Jack snarled, spinning to glare at Mark. "You can't control me! What are you gonna do, stop me?" He challenged his boyfriend, raising his eyebrows as if daring Mark.
Mark growled in frustration. "We've been together for two years and suddenly with no warning you're leaving me and going to New York for 6 months?! What did you expect, Jack, that I wouldn't be pissed at you?! That I would be completely fine with this?! Well let me tell you something, if that's what you thought you must be messed up in the head!"
Mark's words were harsh, but reasonable. He expected Jack to back down slightly, to realise he was being just a little bit irrational but if anything his rant only fuelled Jack's rage and he barley flinched.
"What the fuck Mark, I thought you would be unders
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Literature
If Only You Knew (septiplier)
You want to know how I feel? The truth? I like you. A lot. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You're smart. You're different. You're a little crazy and awkward and your smile alone can make my day.
Now if only I had the guts to say that to you, instead of just pretending I don't know what you're talking about. If only I stood a chance with you. I swear if you just give me a small chance, I'll prove to you that I will be one of the best decisions you will ever make.
Because it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But the most painful thing is to love someone and never have the courage to tell them.
You...
You ignore me, but I like you.
You do nothing, but I'm falling for you.
I miss you, even though I know you've never thought about me.
Yet what if there was a chance that you had, that you did? That just maybe you could like me too?
Perhaps it's just my brain telling me what I want to hear, my heart wishing so hard that I'm creating false hope for myself.
But perhaps it'
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Chemicals (septiplier) part 2
Jack followed Mark and Tom into some kind of lab with a large cleared area in the middle, slightly sunken into the floor. "You can set up now and then you'll need to put on the protective gear." Tom instructed, starting to talk with Mark about how they would video whatever it was they were doing.
Jack still didn't know, but since it involved a chemical lab and the two of them wearing protective gear, it was probably both dangerous and fun. Jack's kind of video.
"Jack, put this on." Mark tossed the weird protective suit thing to Jack, who caught it and started wriggling his way into it. It was going great until he realised he put it on backwards and the zip got stuck. "Need help there Jackie?" Mark teased, watching him struggle.
"No, I'm fine." Jack insisted, still trying to free the zip by tugging it up and down repeatedly.
Mark smiled at Jack's stubbornness and moved to help him anyway. He pulled on the zip a few times and eventually managed to undo it, helping Jack out of the suit an
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Chemicals (septiplier) part 1
"Hello everybody, my name is-"
"Jacksepticeye!" Jack interrupted for the third time, pushing his face in front of Mark's camera.
"Jack!" Mark exclaimed, pushing the Irish boy out of the way of the camera. "Go sit in a corner or something!" Mark ordered and Jack pouted, walking over to a corner and sitting facing it.
"I'll just edit that out..." Mark muttered, before trying his intro again. "Hello everybody, my name is-"
"Meanie pants!" Jack yelled from his corner.
Mark stopped the camera and turned to glare at Jack. "Why you ruining my intro so many times?" He asked, helping Jack up off the floor.
Jack shrugged. "Bored."
Mark sighed. Jack had been like this all day, interrupting Mark's recording and work constantly. At first it had been funny, but now it was starting to drive him crazy. "How about doing a video with you in it?" Mark suggested, hoping this would make Jack happy.
"Maybe...I don't want people thinking I'm just trying to get more popular through you though." Jack deliberat
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Hi. I disappeared for a very long time (sorry) because stuff IRL was just too much to have time to write and on top of that, rereading some of my work I realise that most of it is crappy and I should focus more on my writing and what I want to do instead of what other people want from me. I don't see the point in continuing work that I absolutely despise even though it may disappoint some of you, and I apologise for that. I've created a new account and I'm going to have a fresh start, writing only what I want to write. I'm not going to delete this account (not yet anyway) but I most likely will not be on it much and I though if I decide to come back to it, I will let you guys know. If you would like to know the name of my new account, just message me and I'll send it privately. Thank you guys so much for supporting me through everything and commenting, favouriting and watching my account and work, as well as being just generally nice people. I love the jack and Mark community and I can confirm that septiplier will be a thing on my new account, as well as possibly some jelix? Who knows xD. So anyway, I'm not saying it's the end of the road for this account, but it's definitely the start of something new for me and I'm looking forwards to it a lot. Love all you guys xx
~ Charli
Ps. writeasoph is awesome, ily bae tysm.
I bit my lip, trying to concentrate on the road ahead of me instead of glancing over to the passenger seat. My eyes strayed for a moment and when I looked back at the road, I had to swerve slightly to avoid going onto the sidewalk. Goddamn, I had to learn to keep my feelings in check or I was going to get us killed.

"You tired? I can take over for a bit if you want, or we could find somewhere to stop for the night?" Jack offered, probably concerned over my latest careless swerve.

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak without careful thought for fear of what would come out of my mouth. "I'm okay, thanks. I just thought I saw something in the corner of my eye." Was I always such a terrible liar?

"Well, okay then." Jack replied, sounding unconvinced. Silence lapsed over us again, comfortable and relaxing, the only noise from the quiet purr of the engine in the moonlit night. After about half an hour, Jack spoke up again. "Mind if I switch the radio on for a little while? You know how I can't sleep in vehicles and that, but since it's just you I might be able to sleep if there's some background noise for a bit."

I didn't exactly understand his logic-then again, it was Jack, I never understood his logic, probably because he didn't have any-but I shrugged, wanting to make him happy. "Sure, knock yourself out." Jack reached for the console, fiddling with buttons and dials until he found a radio station playing music, keeping the volume relatively low. I didn't know the song but Jack hummed it quietly to himself and I had to admit, it was kind of hot. So not what I should be thinking, especially since he's my best friend and I'm stuck in a car with him alone at night and I'm driving...but I'll be damned if it wasn't the truth, I just couldn't help it. Well okay, I probably could if I tried, but whatever.

He stopped humming after a while and another song came on, starting with some weird nonsense that was barely audible and didn't make much sense. I couldn't even tell if it was English. Suddenly the music actually kicked in with a female voice I vaguely recognised singing.


'He says, "Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends,
I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven'


I didn't recognise the song but I listened carefully to the lyrics. "Is this Halsey?" Jack mumbled, seemingly to himself. I didn't think he was talking to me, so I didn't reply. "Mark?" He prompted and I felt his eyes on my face, watching for me reacting to his words.

"Huh, what, yeah, I don't know know." I stumbled over my words like an idiot, biting my lip to stop myself sprouting out any more nonsense. "I think so, she did that song New Americana, right?" I hoped I was right, otherwise I was really setting myself up to look like an idiot.

"Yeah, she did. This sounds like her too." He stopped talking and we both just listened to the song.


'And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool,
For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds'


I couldn't help but relate to what she was trying to say. I was always trying to drown out my feelings for Jack, if not to make them go away, to at least keep them hidden from him.


'But do you feel like a young god?
You know the two of us are just young gods'


I could feel Jack watching me again, making my heart beat harder. I swallowed nervously, forcing myself to keep looking at the road. Do not look at Jack, do not look at Jack, do not look at Jack...well, maybe just a little peek... "Do you feel like a young god, Mark?" My little peek showed Jack holding a strange expression, sort of like he was lost in thought, but also curious.

"Uhh..." I struggled to come up with an intelligent response as I stared out at the empty road, focusing far too much on trying to decode Jack's expression. "I, uhh, yeah. I mean, I guess in a way we all are." I finally uttered, hoping I was making sense, which, let's face it, I wasn't.

Jack mused over my words for a second. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, I guess we're all young gods because the whole word is ours to do whatever we want in and our whole lives are ours to do whatever we want with." On a scale of one to idiot, I imagined myself to be pretty damn near the top.

I heard Jack make a 'hmm' noise and wondered what he was thinking. That I was retarded, most likely. "I think that's pretty-" Jack broke off, without finishing his sentence, into shocked silence.


'There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs
And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.'


"Jesus fucking Christ, Halsey." Jack muttered, shocked, turning the radio volume to silent.

I nodded in agreement. "Wow, uh, fuck me." As soon as I said it, I wished I could take it back. Me and my stupid mouth. Oh my god, I had to learn to keep my mouth shut. I felt my face heating up and was grateful it was dark as Jack stared at me.

I could practically feel the smirk on his face and it was making it really fucking difficult to concentrate on the road. "Well, I don't know if heaven is real or not," Jack spoke, the smirk evident in his voice, "but if it is, I definitely want to go there." He whispered the last part of his sentence, leaning over close enough so that I could feel his breath tickle my ear.

Fuck, that was it, I couldn't concentrate on driving with Jack saying things like that. I pulled over, killing the engine and making it almost completely silent except for my breath, which was ridiculously loud and erratic. I knew Jack could hear it and if anything, that only messed up my breathing more. Fuck. Since when did I start saying that so much? Jesus.

"Do you want to go to heaven with me, Mark?" Jack whispered, breaking the tense quietness. Usually in this situation, normal Mark would make a joke about how that sounded like Jack was offering to murder us both, but normal Mark was on vacation in fucking fairy land and instead I was left in his place, completely incompetent and dangerous...I had no idea what I would say next...

Slowly, I looked around at him, just able to make out where he was and lock eyes with him. It was dark, so dark...I was slipping...

"Mark..." Jack murmured and I vaguely saw the widening of his eyes before crashing my lips to his. It was reckless, it was stupid, it was crazy...it was perfect. "Fucking hell, Mark." Jack mumbled, breaking away for air before returning voluntarily to my lips with a sudden thirst of desire.

What the fuck even...
So I haven't updated most of my series in ages and to make up for it I decided to do a double upload of two different series: Chemicals and 11 Days. Sorry for not updating them often enough but hopefully I'm going to change that now! Might upload something else later too, I think I'm overdue for updating If You Don't Know so maybe I'll get that up later. Anyways, sorry for my totally irregular uploads and thank you to anyone who reads and likes my stuff! I love you all!
Mark sat in the hallway, head in his hands. How stupid of him, falling in love with his best friend and letting it get in the way of recording videos. Jack must think he's mad, Mark felt mad. He sighed, running his fingers though his messy hair. What an idiot. What an absolute idiot.
He should get up, get over Jack and carry on with the video and stop being such a lovesick puppy. If only it were that easy, Mark wished with another sigh.
"Mark?" Asked a familiar Irish voice, quietly. Mark looked up at Jack with a weak smile, trying to ignore the concern of Jack's face. He sat down next to Mark, taking a similar position with his arms wrapped around his knees. "You okay buddy?"
He could feel Jack's eyes on him, filled with concern. "Yeah, course." Mark laughed hoarsely, sounding unbelievable even to himself.
"Mark-"
"I'm fine Jack, really!" Mark shouted, immediately regretting it. Jack fell silent, looking to the side away from Mark. Great, now look what he's done, hurt the only person he's ever loved this way.
"I think I might go and get a drink," Jack muttered, the hurt evident in his voice. He began to get up but, terrified, Mark shot his hand out onto Jack's arm. "Mark, let go." Jack instructed firmly.
Mark shook his head, tightening his grip. "Jack, I'm sorry, I...I don't know what came over me. I just, I...it's just that..."
"What, Mark? It's just that what?" The man with green hair demanded, coldly.
Mark opened his mouth to speak, to let the words spill out of his mouth...'I love you Jack'...but nothing came out and he shook his head, frustrated.
"Let me go, Mark." This time Mark complied, realising his hold on Jack's arm. His footsteps echoed down the hall, each step another dagger in Mark's heart.
What the fuck was wrong with him? How did that help anything? Why did he have to be such a fucking idiot all the time and always mess everything up? Why did he always hurt people every time he tried to do good?
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Jack stormed outside, feeling like he'd just been stabbed in the back. What the hell was wrong with Mark? Why was he being such a dick all of a sudden? What had he done?
Jack paced around in frustration, slowly wandering further and further from the building in which the lab with the awaiting video sat.
Suddenly he stopped, a though popping into his head...what if Mark had figured out Jack's feelings for him? What if he had realised that Jack was stupidly head over heels for him and, obviously not feeling the same way, was trying to give the hint that Jack should stop being such an idiot. What if this was all Jack's fault?
Yet if that was it then why was Mark being so weird about it? Sure, it must be weird to know your best friend is in love with you, but to act like this? The Mark Jack knew and loved would just laugh it off and joke about it, teasing Jack, not make a big deal of it like this.
Suddenly, Jack looked around and realised he had absolutely no idea where he was. He didn't recognise his surroundings and there wasn't a soul in sight, nor was there a signpost anywhere.
With the last of his hurt and fury diminishing, Jack sighed deeply and collapsed onto the floor, leaning back against the cold brick wall and closing his eyes.
He felt stupid now for acting that way, he knew it would have hurt Mark to do that and hurting Mark was the last thing Jack wanted. Why did life have to be so fucking complicated? It was just so infuriating, to love someone who didn't feel the same way...
Jack opened his eyes, gazing at the sky. An airplane crawled lazily across the bright blue sky, drawing a curve of contrails so effortlessly, the contrasting white striking against its backdrop. He almost wished it was a shooting star so that he could make a wish, a wish to make all of this go away. A wasted wish that could never come true, but a nice though, all the same.
Jack felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and stretched his leg out so that he could fish it out. A picture of Mark with his ASS ASS glasses, warfstache and middle fingers up with an open mouthed smile lit up the screen, the name 'BUMBUM' flashing at the top.
He hesitated for a moment, then answered the call. "Hey, Bum Bum."
Mark chuckled on the other end and Jack relaxed slightly. Hopefully that meant that he had forgiven Jack. Hopefully.
"Hey, Boopy Doopy," Jack smiled, shaking his head slightly. What a pair of idiots. "Listen, Jack, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you and left the recording and then not explained anything. I'm a fucking idiot, I know that, just please don't be mad at me." Mark pleaded to Jack's surprise.
"Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you? I'm the one who stormed out without giving you the chance to explain. Sorry about that, by the way."
Mark didn't respond for a moment, putting Jack on edge slightly. "Well, fuck me then." He laughed, dispensing the little tension. "Where the hell are you Jack? We have a video to finish ya know."
Relief flooded Jack. "Um, actually, about that..."
"Oh Jesus Jack, what the fuck have you done now?" Laughed the American.
"I have no clue where I am. Like, at all." He heard Mark sigh and then burst out laughing.
"You fucking idiot. I'll get, uh, whatshisname-"
"Tom."
"-yeah, Tom, I'll get him and we'll come find your dumbass. Just stay put or this'll end up a wild goose chase like that time we lost Felix in the sofa shop."
Jack chuckled at the memory. "I'm not going anywhere." He promised, ending the call and slipping his phone back into his pocket.
He looked back up at the sky, the airplane from before now barely just in sight. Maybe airplanes can act like shooting stars and make wishes come true after all.
Chemicals (septiplier) part 3
Sorry it took so long but it's finally here!
After an argument and a moment of stupidly resulting in Jack managing to lose himself, he wonders if airplanes work the same magic as shooting stars.
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Jack waits, eyes deadlocked onto mine.

I take a deep breath, lurch forwards onto the bed and roll onto my back. "PILLOW FIGHT!" Clutching the pillow to my chest, I roll skillfully to the side avoiding Jack diving for the other pillow.

While he's on his back just reaching for the pillow, I make my move and throw myself across him, then start whacking him with the pillow. "Markimoo is king!" I preach, laughing as Jack groans under me and tries to shove me away.

I don't even notice my name slip up, but thankfully neither does Jack. "Alright you cocky bastard, you might be King but Jackaboy is boss!" Jack somehow manages to twist into a roll and throw my balance to the opposite side at the same time, causing me to collapse face first onto the bed.

"Ow, fuck me!" Jack yelps amidst the sounds of crashing and I roll so that I can hang my head over the side of the bed to see Jack, having rolled off the bed, upside down with his back against the wall stuck in a corner.

I take one look at him and burst into laughter, much to Jack's fury, but there's little he can do about it except try and wriggle his way out or wait for me to calm down enough to help him.

Watching him wriggle sets me off giggling again and the more I try to suppress it, the louder the bursts of giggles are that erupt from me.

"Stupid Americans, just leave me here to flop like a fish then why don't you? This is why I stay in Ireland..." Jack's mumbling under his breath, adding to my laughing fuel. I take a few deep breaths and manage to calm myself down enough to reach over and grab Jack's feet and tip him sideways out of the corner.

The crash of his lower body hitting the floor nearly sets me off again, but I manage to keep quiet with only a grin on my face as Jack finally lurches to his feet.

"Oh you'll pay for that you little Billy bitch!" Jack carelessly throws himself on top of me, while I'm still half hanging over the edge of the bed. He literally sits on my back and takes off my shoes, throwing them so that they crash into the wall with a 'thunk'.

I squirm, trying to make his drunk ass unbalanced and fall off but I'm too pinned down. "Jaaaaaack, lemme up!" I groan, finally giving up and just casually letting my head and arms loll over the edge of the bed.

"Never! Nyeh heh heh!" He croons in a weird voice, grabbing my feet. What the...

"JACK! JACK NO! PLEASE NO!" I yell, flailing madly with no success. That little Irish bastard.

"Ooh, are you ticklish Markimeandennis?" He taunts, while I howl and flail like a...baby?

My breath turns into short pants and I can barely breathe from laughing so hard. "JACK! STOP! CAN'T. BREATHE!" I pant, my whole body jerking uncontrollably. "You. Leprechaun. Bitch." I growl, making Jack giggle.

"What will you do for me to stop?" Jack asks lightly with a devilish smile, continuing to tickle me and somehow avoiding being hit by my limbs.

Without thinking, I cry out, "ANYTHING!"

Jack smirks, fingers hovering teasingly over my sides. "Anything?"

I hesitate for a second and Jack's fingers graze my side causing me to laugh and squirm. "Yes, anything!" I finalise, probably sealing my fate.

The Irishman climbs off me, allowing me to sit up, immediately feeling my aching sides from all the tickling and laughing.

"Markimeandennis," Jack began.

"It's just Dennis." I interrupt, sitting with my arms around my knees and looking at Jack.

What am I doing here? I should be sleeping, ready to spend another day on the hunt for my target. If anyone found out I was here, putting another person in danger and breaking so many rules...I don't even want to think about what would happen...

The tickle of breath against my ear jolts me back into the reality of the fact that I am breaking rules, that I'm in the hotel room of not only a man, but a famous man. I should leave, yet I find my body unwilling to respond except to shiver from the feeling of Jack's lips brushing sensually against my ear.

"I think I'd like to make good on that 'anything' you promised..." I shivered again at the words he breathed onto me.

Jack whispered something better not repeated into my ear and I couldn't help but gasp slightly. "J-Jack..." I murmured, eyes widened.

His lips pressed gently against my neck and I let out a low moan despite myself...I shouldn't be doing this...but I don't want to stop...

With a feeling of exhilaration, I pushed Jack down onto the bed and straddled him, melting out lips together with sudden breathlessness. I was breaking rules but I didn't care, I was reckless and stupid and I was loving every second of it.

"Dennis-" Jack mumbled against my lips and I froze, becoming unresponsive to the lips trying desperately to control me.

I drew a shallow breath, causing Jack to open his eyes of pure lust. He looked confused and I couldn't blame him. I needed to decide... "Mark." I decided.

"What?" Jack stared at me as if I were mad. Maybe I was.

"My name is Mark." Screw my cover, the target and fuck my job. I would risk it all just for this night with Jack. Stupid? Definitely. Careless? Yeah. However, do I give a fuck? Apparently not...

I lean down to Jack's ear and whisper "Just go with it..."
11 Days (septiplier) part 3
Mark is a spy and on and on an undercover mission with an alias called 'Dennis'. One night in a bar he meets Jack, drunk, a famous YouTuber he knows a little about. After spending the night at his hotel, Mark's mission is comprised and he's forced to go on the run and protect Jack. This is the story of the 11 days Mark spends with Jack on the run.
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Hi. I disappeared for a very long time (sorry) because stuff IRL was just too much to have time to write and on top of that, rereading some of my work I realise that most of it is crappy and I should focus more on my writing and what I want to do instead of what other people want from me. I don't see the point in continuing work that I absolutely despise even though it may disappoint some of you, and I apologise for that. I've created a new account and I'm going to have a fresh start, writing only what I want to write. I'm not going to delete this account (not yet anyway) but I most likely will not be on it much and I though if I decide to come back to it, I will let you guys know. If you would like to know the name of my new account, just message me and I'll send it privately. Thank you guys so much for supporting me through everything and commenting, favouriting and watching my account and work, as well as being just generally nice people. I love the jack and Mark community and I can confirm that septiplier will be a thing on my new account, as well as possibly some jelix? Who knows xD. So anyway, I'm not saying it's the end of the road for this account, but it's definitely the start of something new for me and I'm looking forwards to it a lot. Love all you guys xx
~ Charli
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