The camera clicked on.
Two chairs. One couch. Same frame.
Mark sat on the left, hands folded like he was hiding mischief. Jamia leaned back with a game controller in her lap, socks mismatched, Basil asleep between them like a territorial gremlin.
No caption explaining anything.
No title teasing a reveal.
Just:
> “NEW HORROR GAME. SAME BAD DECISIONS.”
The chaos began immediately.
---
Mark got jump-scared first, as usual.
Jamia screamed second, but louder, which somehow made it his fault.
“I didn’t do anything!” he shouted, hands in the air.
“You existed and that’s enough,” she countered.
Basil stretched mid-scream, unimpressed.
They both laughed. And it wasn’t their usual, separate-audio, lag-delay laughs.
It was shared laughter. Echoed in the same room. The same rhythm. The kind that hit in your chest, not just your ears.
Fans noticed immediately.
---
The comments section, 2 minutes in:
> “Wait… are they in the SAME ROOM???”
“No... hold on... is this… a SHARED COUCH MOMENT?”
“I swear that’s Jamia’s mug on his table.”
“Someone zoom in. Is that Basil? IS THAT BASIL ON MARK’S COUCH???”
“She just elbowed him IRL. No delay. No edit. This is REAL-TIME CHAOS.”
“This isn’t a collab. This is a cohabitation.”
Some fans were screaming.
Others were making memes before the video hit ten minutes.
But the two of them?
Unbothered.
They didn’t say anything about the new setup.
Didn’t acknowledge the shift.
They just kept playing, side by side, slipping effortlessly into their new rhythm like it had always been this way.
---
About halfway through, Mark reached over and casually nudged a bag of chips toward her.
She took it without looking, mumbling “You’re a saint” with her mouth full.
He didn’t say anything back, but his smile was all anyone needed.
The comments erupted.
> “We’re watching domestic softness in 4K.”
“This isn’t just content anymore. This is a relationship speedrun.”
“They really said 'no update, just vibes.' And I respect that.”
---
At the very end, as the credits of the game rolled, Jamia leaned back and sighed.
“Well, that was deeply unhinged,” she said.
Mark smirked. “Ten out of ten. Would get emotionally traumatized again.”
They both looked at the camera.
Jamia added, “Thanks for watching. Same chaos, new zip code.”
And that was all they gave.
Just enough to confirm what everyone already knew.
No labels.
No long explanations.
Just... this.
Them.
---
The video hit a million views in under 24 hours.
And while the internet screamed again—an echo louder than the first reveal—Mark and Jamia sat curled up on the couch afterward, laptop closed, Basil asleep across their legs like a little furry bouncer.
“I think they liked it,” Jamia murmured, half-laughing.
“I think they’re already planning the wedding,” Mark said.
She snorted. “Too bad we didn’t post an official update.”
Mark turned, kissed her cheek.
“That was the update.”
And she smiled, knowing he was right.
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FanfictionJamia is a content creator grinding her way through YouTube-funny, sharp, underrated. She's quietly admired Markiplier's work for years, not as a fangirl but as someone who respects the craft. By chance (or fate), they cross paths at a gaming conven...
