#muu fic

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'cute' fo xephian if you would please

Xephian FanfictionWarning: Language, Fluff stuff?, Rythian POVWord Count: 1,235Summary:Au where the Jaffa factory is apastry shop and Rythian is the tech friend who Xephos always calls whensomething breaks. Something always breaks…

Note: I don’t really know much about ovens or non-gas/electricalones >3>Hope you enjoy any way!

Why is it that I let myself get draggedinto these positions? I mean this could just as easily been fixed if they had abinding on the machine, if you could call it that, but no. That Dwarf wantedthings to stay ‘vegan’ as if a littlemagic would soil homemade pastries. 

“You know, you don’t have to do that…,”came nervously behind me from the other voice in the room.

“Like Hell I do! Have you seen howhorrifically bad your heating plates are on this thing?” I exclaimed, taking aglimpse over my shoulder to the tall brunette with a hand raised in questionwhile poking around in the oven. He raised his brows as if surprised by thefact. He was the one who pointed them out to me, no need to play dumb now causeyou feel bad for calling me Xephos!

Examining his expression however, I diedmy intensity down a bit. He knew as well as I did that he didn’t like callingme for help. He felt bad about it every time but I was his only hope at thispoint considering how his co partners scared everyone else off. Taking my hand form the air back I rested it on my knee as I glanced back downat the tools by my feet. Taking a calm breath I reiterated.

“This wont run properly if I don’t.Everything is jagged and out of place on your levels. It’s a wonder that youguys were able to make cookies for so long as it is with out blowing somethingup.” I looked back up to him. 

He looked like a frayed mess of bakinggoods mixed with exhaustion that cooked too long in the oven and burned if youasked me. His hair was all out of place and sticking to his forehead. The majority of himwas covered in flour; honestly he really should invest in a longer apron. Hewas too tall for a Honeydew size.However if you minus the few dark spots along his face and fore arms from whenwas fiddling with the oven previously, one would say it was just another day inthe bakery. 

Xephos usually wasn’t so fidgety though,today hadn’t seemed to be his day and knowing how I felt about working on selfmade contraptions it didn’t seem to make him feel any less wrecked.

“Look Xeph, its okay,” I tried to sayreassuringly, with out letting my demur seem deflated and annoyed; that washard, mind you. I had to close my eyes to gather myself before hand. I don’tlike Stone Age technology for a reason. Anything under a gas stove for that matter.

“Its no trouble to fix this, It’s justbeen a while. Some readjusting to the brick placement, which isn’t a hasslegiven you all still have a lot of material from the build, and some caulking tofix the crack then your oven should be as good as new,” I instructed. “If notbetter then it was – Let me guess Duncan was responsible for this one’sdesign?” I could hear him chuckle and I shook my head in the same manor.

That blonde was a “crazed scientist” whenit came to half the contraptions in ‘JaffaFactory Pastries and Home Comforts’. They really should have a professional do the stone work if they weren’t goingto bring in anything electrical.

They were all stubborn though.

I tried not to look back up to Xephosnow. I know what the reaction would be and my cool would falter because of it. Butdespite my efforts I still turned and gave him a positive smile for the added assurance.

God I really shouldn’t have though.

He looked so damn relieved. His browswere still knit so closely together, arched in such way that the pain and tirednesssimply washed away leaving him with a sweet caring smile; and those deep blues pouringout appreciation with every passing moment–Mybreath hitched–Good lord its no wonder I agreed to fix half of thebusiness shit all the time. I should have a cut by now.

I quickly looked away. Picking up whereI left off in the lopsided oven desperately trying to get that face out of myhead,“Ya don’t have to look so damn cute about it, Xeph. I just said itsno trouble. You can go back home and rest now. You’ll be able to make yourbaked goods again by tomorrow.” I grumbled at this point, hoping he’d take mytone as a means to leave now. The job was hard enough as it is with out himstaring over my shoulder really.“Did you just call me cute?”

…

There was a deafening silence before Irealized my mistake.

I could literally hear the smug lookroll on his face and I didn’t dare look back to him. Damnit of all the things, why did I haveto say that right now?And God he’s never gonna to let melive that down! Stupid Stupid Stu— BAM!

I could only hear airhissed through teeth and barley registered the hand taken from my back. Hewas probably wincing as much as I was cringing as I desperately held onto myhead after removing it from the oven contemplating if I caused anymore damageto the damn that from the force of that impact.

“Jesus Xeph, you can’t sneak up on aperson when their head is in the oven!” I spat, or tried to. It was difficultwhen your slightly whimpering like a dog.

“Sorry Rythian, I didn’t know you’d jumplike that.” He said apologetically as possible though I could still catch theslight humor that played in his voice. The bastard.

“Here let me see it.” He saidsoftly as he gently took my hands away and assessed my now injured cranium.

“Its not so bad,” he said at firstbefore I shot my head away when pain enveloped for a moment when he touched thetender spot. “Sorry, sorry.” I only grumbled as he cooed to me, rubbing thetender area soothingly. 

Godis it getting hot in here or did that oven mess with my head? Why did I have to say that to him. And why does Xephos always have to be theone to find me in situations like this. Why didn’t the oven just take me out?

I was caught off guard; taken from mythoughts as he pulled me into his arms, barring my head into his collar. When did he get on his knees? And mostof all why did he feel the need to hug me. His motherly nature was taking over,Jesus it wasn’t that bad of a hit. This certainly wasn’t making the heat situation any better.

I immediately froze though as soon aslips made contact to the top of my head. 

“I think your cute too, Rythian,” Heleaned his head on top of mine, gently rubbing my back in a comforting manner.I swear I could hear him smile and it all was only making me more hot and wishingI could take it all back or just die…

I would never admit to it, even with myannoyance for being called to play ‘fix it’, I’dnever want to take back any of it. 

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Septiplier confess!( for the drabble thing)

Warning:MildLanguage, kinda angsty but not the main idea?, poor edit, surprising ending.Wordcount: 2,347Summary: Au where Mark and Jack arenon-youtubers and roommates in college and go to a convention where Mark isfighting acceptance of his feelings and Jack lets a lil secret slip.

Note: This isn’t your typicalconfession but I enjoyed the idea of it and hope you enjoy it too. Thank youfor the request :3 (sorry this took so long >3<)

It was like breath wastaken from his lungs. An exhaustion of heat that only needed just a touch ofwater however his hand would never be able to reach the oasis. Simply watching,waiting, seeing everyone move around them and yet knowing they’ll alwaysbe feet apart.

This drives him crazy. Its not like timespent together is in vain but the constant thoughts, the feelings-things heignores everyday just to put the other’s needs ahead of his own racks hisbrain. It’s like an argument you can never win. 

Yet day in and day out he finds himselfhere. Comforting the person he’s long to hold and shouldn’t that satisfy him? It’snever enough in these situations but he refrains. Sake of keeping a friendshipa live cause that would certainly break him if it were ever to fall apart.

But does his feelings not matter either?

He closed his fist tightly, digging hisblunt nails into his palm trying to steady his thoughts and keep himself fromreaching over and taking the other’s hand as they walked.

His emotions probably wouldn’t be soancy if it weren’t for the event. That and the fact the two were sharing aroom. Hotel costs are high and for anyone who wanted to go to a convention ingeneral would need to get roommates for the weekend. College was bad enough asit is, so freely agreeing to room with him again was the right choice but theworst idea.

He let air leave through his mouth. He hadn’treleased he was holding his breath in till now. 

“You okay?” came softly from thatfamiliar yet painful voice. 

Now, now, you love that voice, its onlypainful cause you know he’s not interested. Don’t take your lack of acceptanceout on him. The raven-haired composed himself quickly and turned to his right offering agentle smile in return giving as much excitement he could to his voice, “I’mdoing great!” 

He caught eyes with the other however.It was apparent he didn’t sound convincing to him. Concerned plagued thosewonderful blue eyes and he couldn’t help but think that it should never be there,especially if caused by him and his lack of control.

He couldn’t keep eye contact much longerafter that and he looked to the floor. 

“I’m just a little uncomfortable,” helaughed. Acting nonchalantly about it before looking forward. Brow arched upwardsas he watched the mass amount of people walk around them. “As many times asI’ve been to conventions it still never gets easy,” he shook his head andsighed attempting to change subjects.

It wasn’t completely a lie either,crowds where never his thing; not that he couldn’t handle them. But conventionswere way worse when it comes to being too close for comfort with people. Andpeople who usually weren’t used to crowds all shoved into a space. It was chaosreally. Plus it was a good enough excuse for Jack not to question it. 

“Mark.“Or so he hoped.

The voice brought him out of his thoughtsas he turned to the right of him again. The warmth of a slender hand squeezedhis shoulder as the other’s expression was filled with concern though it stillbore a smile. 

They had stopped now and Mark was stuckwith facing his friend. Friend. It pinchedhis chested to use the term. He actually adored that term in honesty butcouldn’t help but feel sadden by it when comparing it to the other.

“We don’t have to do this,” Jack spokesoftly, voice apparent with worry but his atmosphere was clam and gentle. Bluemet brown and he smiled wider towards Mark confidently and Mark couldn’t helpbut stare back at him in awe. He took in every inch of his face, the warmthradiated off of him and the way it seem so kind and understanding could makeanyone feel like they were the center of his universe. Even if it wasn’t fullythe truth, his caring nature always brought the man a comfort he’s never feltbut always adored.

Jack was the first to break contact thistime looking over to the crowds as if collecting his thoughts to speak. If youblinked you could have missed it but Mark swore that he blushed. Mark’s browgrew to the center once more before looking out to the crowd along with him. Hedidn’t know his build up tension was making Jack uncomfortable.

“I know your fondness for crowds aren’t ah-the best, but you were excited for thiscon for weeks.” Jack said quietly, almost sadden by the statement. 

That was true, he had raved about thegaming convention end on end and he was stillexcited about it. But during the last two weeks he couldn’t bring himselfout of the rut he put himself into about his feelings towards Jack. It was hisown fault really, Jack loved him, not in the way he wanted and in honesty hedidn’t mind that. Its just hard finding yourself wanting more from someone whenyou can’t have it. That ‘expectation’ that you create that leaves youdisappointed even with people you care most about. 

He shouldn’t be doing this to Jack, thiswas their weekend away from school drama and life stress. He didn’t need tobring Jack down with him.“Look I know I seem a little off but I am still excited about this Jack,” Mark lookedover form where he had been staring off and smiled genuinely as possible overat his friend. 

Jack’s expression was still knitted but Markwas serious, in as happy a manner as he had been in a long while because he wasexcited about the con, and getting to experience with Jack was something helooked forward too. Being able to do anything with him was exciting. He just needed to get over himself.

“I-“

“I know when something’s eating at youMark. I have roomed with you for over 3 years, and counting. I have seen you atyour best and at your worst,” Jack cut him off and sighed looking down. The  ‘problem’ was causing him to worry and Markwas kicking himself for being so transparent. An unexpected chuckle came from Jack before looking over to Mark with smug andknowing look, “Mostly worst cause fuck it if anyone can make it a week with outbreaking down in Mr. Hanson’s class.”

An involuntary chuckle spurt from thehalf Asian that grew into a hardy laugh along with Jack’s. Professor Hanson’s classwas the absolute fucking worse. You can literally hear him from a mile a waywhen he starts an argument and could practically sense the fear in everyonearound you. Everyone knew the lashing that waited the poor student whochallenged him.

“But in all seriousness,” Jack let hislaughter die down and took a breath to calm himself ignoring the random staresfrom people around them. “Whatever it is, ‘who’everit is. Is taking you from your enjoyment here. This is a weekend away from allthe issues and enjoy in something you love to do man.”

Mark wanted to say something to that. Anythingbut he couldn’t bring himself to speak. It’s like being caught in a lie and youcan’t say anything other then the truth and the truth was the last thing he wantedto spill.

“You know we don’t have to stay here ifyou don’t want to,” Jack spoke softly watching Mark as he c=gave him a confusedlooked.“What do you mean, we kind of already paid for the hotel room and everything sothat be-“ 

“No! No,no  I didn’t mean-damnit,” He was fumbling withthe misunderstanding for a moment till he closed his eyes. ”We can still go tothe convention, I mean we’re standing right here in the middle of the damnthing, but what I meant –you’ve been stressed. We don’t have to add to thatwith he crowds and people, we don’t even have to go back to the room but youneed to get this off your chest dude. I want you to enjoy yourself, I hate tosee you strung up in a mess over things, you deserve a break Mark.”

That stung. At the same time it alsomade him happy, stupid for not realizing what he meant though. He was toocaught up in himself in the moment to see things right in front of him.The care the other had, the attention to detail and able to pick up onothers.  Either it was Mark’s poor senseof containment or just Jacks ability to read people; which he was sure was thelater. Mark needed to get over this, not for the sake of Jack but for himself.Accepting what is and letting it go of what won’t be. Mark took a deep breath.

“I’m okay Jack…. I mean, I’m not okaybut I am getting over it.” He sighed looking down letting his should fall withthe breath.“Sometimes we all can’t get what we want. And I’m just being difficult aboutit. I can’t expect to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t share thesame feelings as mine and I can’t hold them to that. I will be all right though.I’m being mopey but I realize that even passed all this stuff they still careas deeply for me as I do for them, it’s just not the same motives.”He’d get over it, and it wasn’t like he was losing. Jack just meant a lot tohim and he still does; nothing is going to change that. He smiled and looked over to Jack kindly, “I’ll be fine.” 

Jack studied his face for a momentbefore he sighed in relief. He must have known for a while now. Mark had the tendencyof not realizing how brunt he could be about things without actually sayingthem. More often then none. Things to work on he supposed.

He placed his own hand on top of Jacksand gave it a squeeze as his  smile grew,“And I do feel better now Jack. I think I did need to get that out of mysystem. Thank you.”

Jack smiled brightly to where Mark’s heartswelled; more then usual. Maybe it was the moment. He may not have the more hewanted with him but he wouldn’t lose anything from him and his admiration andrelationship with Jack would only grow. That he couldn’t be happier about, andthings would be okay. 

Jack chuckled. Smiling in his reliefseemingly glad it wasn’t something far worse which Mark suspected he thoughttoo cause he always did. “I’m glad to hear it, honestly I was scared you had gotten yourself in a nastyrelationship without telling me like you had with Batts back second year.”

He knew he thought worse but not that worse! Mark physically cringed at thename, “Oh god dude, never-not in a million years ever. A fire like that I knowI could never handle again.” He laughed at the notion; he wasn’t the best atpicking the right people to date, or more so was a push over when saying no topeople.  Poor Jack always got the bruntof that drama. He was thankful it wasn’t that kind of situation.

Jack squeezed his shoulder once morebefore relishing his hand from between it and Marks, bringing it back to hisside. “Honestly I’m relived to hear you hadn’t gotten into another nasty relationship,or one in general, would’ve made my chances slim.”

“Trust me, if you taught me anything isnever to go for—“ Mark stopped and blinked a few times. Was that? He’d turned to look at Jack who was staring down at the ground with wideeyes and a furious flush across his face.

Mark couldn’t help but smile, “Did youjust?”

“Did I just what?” Jack shot up. Hesmiled widely and changed his stance quickly as his eyes looked from side toside nervously before changing subject just as fast, “Well hey since you gotthat out of your system, how about we go and check out that new games booththen? You’ve been talking about how you  wanting to check that out while we were here.We still have some time before Pewdiepie panel!” 

Jack just rambled chuckling as he fiddlehis pockets to find the con map. Mark hadn’t really paid attention to what elsehe had said as that sentence played over in his mind as he stared at the other.Jack stopped talking as he looked up from the paper over to Mark. If he wasn’tflush before he was now as Mark’s eyes lidded and a large grin grew across hislips.

“Jaaack,”Mark hummed drawing out the vowel in his name.

“W-What?” Jack quickly looked awayand scratched his under nose furiously with the top of his index finger, ahabit he did when he was nervous.

“You just confessed a secret didn’t you?”Mark leaned in and raised a brow. In any other instances this would be a jokebut Mark just knew better and Jack gave away all the guilty signs.

“N-No I didn’t, I don’t know what yourtalking about!” Jack rocked on balls of his feet looking at the paper heclutched before shooting forward, quickly walking away where Mark followed swiftlyalong.

He was prepared to give it all up. Anotion that he’d accept and get over and be fine with that but it was all wipedwith a simple slip of the tongue.It had been a rollercoaster of emotions in the past 30 minutes and he did not see that one coming…but boy wasit more then welcomed. Guess Jack is still full of surprises and Mark’s hope justfilled to the brim in less than 20 seconds flat. Conventions were always full of all sorts of exciting things.

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“Not your Typical Twilight Bullshit” A Septiplier Fanfitcion  -Pt 1-                                              ~Night Out~ Engineer!Mark Vampire!Jack Markiplier (RPF) Jacksepticeye (RPF) Warning: Strong use of Language, Depictions of blood  and violence, Sexual content, Vampirism, Stupidity, Sass, Goobers Word Count: 1,616 Summary: Mark just wants to relax and enjoy his drink after a long flight and unruly day of work right after. But thats hard when theres a stranger, who is staring him down from across the room, licking a lollipop like that. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, ... Note: This is a revamp of an old fic! I am still not very good with flirtatious dialogue but this should be easier to read then were it was about 8 months ago. I hope you enjoy my corrections and silly cover I’m proud of (its so silly)

He groaned audibly as he drank his liquor. 'He’ as in Mark was trying to let loose after a long day of work. Work was one thing but work after a flight was another. A tiresome expression form on his face as he grumbled into his cup. People did that all the time but Ireland wasn’t just a hop and skip away from Cincinnati. Jet-lagged, tried, and trying to work schematics for a foreign machine after being introduced to today...it was right he was more annoyed with work then usual.

Maybe it was the fatigue?

Mark just wanted a stress reliever and staying in that shitty hotel alone was depressing. Unlike sitting in a pub alone wasn’t. At least there were people up and about around him. A hell of a lot livelier bunch then his usual dim atmosphere at home.

It was moments like these he really wished he had a different job.

Sure it was nice to travel sometimes. Getting to see and experience new things and surroundings, but he was never really satisfied with Engineering. The profession was not as endearing as a lot of people make it out to be. Just another one of his poor life choices, made him sad to think about it like that. He had to accept it though, surprisingly still fought it all these years. Even if he didn’t want to do it, this was the way life was. He should enjoy in the little things at least and Ireland was a beautiful country. Next day off he could try and explore it rather then drink away his woes in a pub feeling sorry for himself. Try to at least… He raised his glass to that before downing a big gulp hoping to get his mind off it for a while.

As the drink coursed it’s way down his throat, burning sensation easing after a moment he set the glass back on the table just before spotting someone staring at him.

A man sat at a booth, a table or so across from him. Dressed in a nice light button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up companied by a pair of dark skinny jeans and Skytops. Bracelets collected around each of his wrists and it was odd with the different each of the colors were but didn’t seem like they were out of place. It was charming actually.

Given all the details about him, that wasn’t what Mark found most intriging about him.

It was the item in his mouth.

He was eyeing Mark up and down as he licked and sucked on a lollipop. Having no shame in the way he played with it either. Mark only now just realized he was staring back watching, watching his performance. His face heated up and he quickly looked away.

That was a hell of a site, Mark wasn’t sure what was going on. Was that directed towards him?! If not well he sure got one hell of a show. Mark looked from side to side slowly, trying not to rouse the man from across the tables even though he blatantly caught him watching, making sure it wasn't just a simple mistake. Everyone, however,  were placed at the bar or the other side section across the place, they were the only two on this side.

A feeling in his stomach was starting to rise along with heat across his cheeks warning him. That only meant the stranger was aiming it towards him. He really didn’t need this right now...

In honesty, he actually really wanted it. Not to say he love strangers staring at him with seductive intentions, clearly by the way his mouth fought the piece of candy, but Mark hadn’t had any human contact like that in a long time. Having a stranger, in a foreign country mind you, giving him bedroom eyes from across the way wasn’t how he’d planned getting back into sexual activity. Maybe the man was drunk?

He looked back up again to study the stranger. Yep, still staring. The man had turned his body now though, facing it towards Mark; just on the edge of the booth’s cushion while relaxing backwards a bit as Mark got a better view of his body. He didn’t look to be drunk, even with the half empty glass next to him he didn’t seem it. Mark let his eyes drop again. Why the hell was he staring at him of all people? He was new but not out of place; maybe he had something on his face—No. Mark couldn’t try to put logic behind in after witnessing such a devious thing while being watch at so hungrily now. Even as much as he wanted to deny it…but how did he look though?

As smoothly as he could, he took up his phone casually, swiping open front camera to see if he looked okay. It was just regular old him but he supposed he look alright; not too bad other then the bags that were starting to form under his eyes. That made him frown...

Maybe he knew the man? He glanced back up again and the man was leaning on the edge of seat now, smiling Mark’s way, waiting. He seemed familiar but Mark couldn’t really place where he had seen him before. Then again people tend to look similar no matter where you go, even if you went across seas. Maybe he was thinking of someone back from in college.

Mark was dancing around the subject though. Why he seem so interested with Mark, he couldn’t tell you, but it was obvious what the strangers intentions were and he was waiting. He had to make the decision.

Mark scraped the bottom of his lip with his teeth. When in Rome right? He made eye contact once more. Not like he’d have another opportunity like this again. He could and probably will, blame it on the booze later, but Mark was fully aware of his actions right now and quite frankly, he didn’t care anymore. He allowed a charming smile to cross his lips and the man quirked and eyebrow at him. Mark raised one of his own in return before raising his glass to his lips and the stranger took that as his invitation, quickly picking up his own drink and walking over to Mark before taking the seat across from him.

This was getting more exciting; the stranger was even better looking up close, though he was still oddly familiar. And it could have been a number of things but that damn sucker in his mouth was making Mark feverous now. Or possibly what events were to come.

The stranger didn’t speak for a moment, just eyeing Mark up and down again gaining a better look this time. A playful hint was in his eyes before he finally took the sucker out from his lips and spoke. “Ye seem far from home,” his accent thick, adding to his charming looks as it rolled smoothly off his tongue.

Mark smiled at the statement. “Don’t see tan people around these parts hm?” He gestured to the crowd by the bar and how pale everyone was in comparison to him. That was about the only thing that made hims stand out.

The man chuckled at the question. But more so delighted to hear Mark speak. Mark riveted in the way he sat up and put his elbows on the table, leaning his head in his hands, attentive and eager, “So yer are American!”

Mark laughed at the comment not taking his eyes off of him and allowing himself lean in a bit as well, “What a thing to assume, most head for Asian first hand, though that’s not entirely true.”

The stranger crooked his head keeping his admiring smile, “Most Asians don’t have a jawline like yours.” Very smooth, slightly racist but nothing that wasn’t mindless humor and Mark loved humor.

Mark was probably already enjoying this more then he should. He hadn’t flirted in years and with a complete stranger was enthralling. The boost of confidence was relieving in its own factor, and was a much better way to rid stress then drinking.

“And it was only an assumption, its nice to see a new face around here, what brings yer to Ireland stranger?” the man asked twirling the lolli in his mouth. Mark lifted the side of his lips in a half grin, holding the glass rim with his fingers allowing them to tap and circle along it’s edge,“I’m here for business, sadly. Company wants to expand and looks like I’m the lucky dog that got to go with it.”

The stranger laughed and raised his brow in fashion taking that the other wasn’t so happy to be here, “Not so lucky eh?” Mark nodded in agreement. “Though I have to say its a lot better now that I’m able to get a nice a view of the place,” he eyed him this time; watched the way his lips formed red from the surgery candy. The way his blue eyes captured you while he spoke. Jaw draped in scruff that suited him really well if you asked Mark. He earned a chuckle that came from under the man’s breath, scoffing slightly at the flirtatious compliment. “What’s your name handsome?” he asked, eyes fixed on Marks who's fixed on his.

“Mark,” replied deepening his pitch to lower tone. “What about yours?” The other man grinned, his smile was bright, contagious, and oddly adoring; and Mark could have sworn again that he’d seen it somewhere but couldn’t put his finger on where. He defiantly knew he wouldn’t forget it now though.

“Sean.”