Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines #2 (Book #2) <3

Tarzan Part 4 (Final)

(I have no idea how I'm going to end this but IMMA JUST WING IT. HERE WE GOOOO.)

    "Well, he didn't stand up right..he kind of crowned.." You muttered, your fingers grasping a stick of chalk and dragging it across the board in front of you. You were currently drawing this ape man, curving his back and making his knuckles scrunch up on the ground.
    "Like that!" You stated, standing back and showing your father your drawing. Your father scratched his chin and nodded, seeming fascinated.
    "He puts all of his weight on his knuckles. Exactly like a gorilla!" You clasped your hands together in excitement and saw the mirroring expression of your father's face.
    "Extraordinary! What a discovery! A man with no language, no human behavior-"
    "And no respect for personal boundaries." You interrupted, giggling at the memory of the ape man inches from you in the tree. You walked back to your drawing, replicating the curious expression on his face.
    "He seemed so confused when he saw me, like he had never seen a human before. His eyes were intense..and focused..and..I've never seen such eyes..." You muttered, seemingly lost in thought as you finished drawing his eyes. You smiled softly to yourself, cocking your head and staring at the drawing.
    Your father stood there in silence, looking back and forth at you and the chalkboard. He ended up letting out a chuckle and clearing his throat, smirking under his white floof of a mustache.
   "Oh, well shall I leave you two..alone for a moment?" You both started chuckling as you playfully nudged his shoulder and shook your head.
    "Daddy, stop it!" You said, trying to act angry but ended up laughing anyways.
    "Think of what we could learn from him! We must find him." Once the words left your mouth, Clayton sighed angrily and stomped his way over to the two of you.
    "Professor, you're here to find gorillas. Not indulge in some girlish fantasy." You clenched your fists and scowled at the burly man as he tried convincing your father otherwise.
    "Fantasy!? I didn't imagine him, Tarzan is-" Before you could finish your sentence, the one and only fell from the trees and landed right in front of you. He was crouched like usual, landing on all fours and looking up at you. Mark's hair fell in his face as he stuck his chin in the air and smiled.
    Clayton gasped in amazement and stumbled back, eyes wide open.
    "..real." You finished, raising your eyebrows and smirking. Your father gasped and laughed hysterically, jumping around in excitement and rubbing over. Mark moved back a little at your father's excitement and curiously watched him. You turned your head just in time to see Clayton grabbing his shot gun. He pointed it straight at Mark's head with his finger on the trigger.
   "Professor, stand back!" You gasped, lunging towards Clayton with your arms outstretched.
    "No, wait!" You yelled, shoving the gun away and hearing the bullet torpedo into the trees above. It was silence afterwards before Mark opened his mouth and spoke.
    "Clayton." He said simply, loud and clear. You all gasped and your father turned to look at him. Mark repeated Clayton's name again, standing up on his haunches and puffing his chest out in confidence. Your father was swooned in amazement and applauded Mark. Clayton pursed his lips, lowering his gun and leaning towards Mark in confusion.
    "Have we..met? How does he know my name?" You giggled, chasing Mark to look up and walk over to you. He was hunching his back but easily made his way to you and reached his hand out.
    "It's because he thinks it means the sound of a gun." He squinted his eyes, moving closer to touched your hair.
    "(Y/N)..." He picked up a piece of your hair, smiling. You blushed a little, looking sideways and grinning.
    "Yes, hello..Tarzan." Mark turned back to Clayton and circled around him, mimicking his stance and arms. He puffed his chest and circled his arms to flex his muscles. Both you and your father started laughing. Clayton was confused.
    "What is he doing?"
    "He moves like an ape, but looks like a man. He could be the missing link!" Your father exclaimed, waggling a finger in the air. Clayton smiled secretly and cleared his throat, making his way over to Mark.
    "Where are the gorillas?" Clayton asked firmly, waiting for an answer. Mark didn't answer, instead started tugging and fiddling with Clayton's tank top and hair. Clayton shoved Mark away and sighed.
    "GORILLAS!" Clayton yelled, trying to make a point. Mark grinned widely and stood up on his feet to puff his chest.
    "GORILLAS!" He repeated in the same deep voice as Clayton.
    "Shouting won't help Mr. Clayton. He doesn't understand English." You tries to explain, seeing Clayton wave away your comment.
    "I'll make him understand." He led Mark over to the chalkboard, wiping away your sketch of him and taking matters into his own hands. After a few seconds of scribbling, he presented Mark of a childlike drawing of a gorilla.
    "Gorilla!" Clayton announced, Mark reaching up and grabbing the piece of chalk. He climbed up on the board and started rapidly scribbling the chalk all over the surface while repeating the word, "Gorilla!" Clayton was not amused. After Mark and Clayton started having a tug of war fight with the chalk, you decided to intervene.
   "Mr. Clayton, I think I'll take it from here." Clayton rolled his eyes and snatched the piece of chalk away before walking towards your father. You walked up and smiled gently at Mark who smiled back. He leaned over to you and got close like he always does.
     "I'm going to teach you how to be a human, Tarzan. Are you ready?" You asked slowly, leaning your head to the side. His eyes locked with yours and you couldn't help but get lost in them. They were like pools of hot chocolate, warming and such a sweet color.
    He stood on his feet, his head cocked and hand messing shoving his mass of hair out of the way. He half smiled, pointing to himself and softly hitting the palms of his hands on his chest.
    "Tarzan..(Y/N)..." You nodded, taking a step closer and holding up your hand. He looked at it for a moment, looking back down at his hand and curling his fingers. You remembered that moment when he placed his hand against yours and everything seemed to click with him. You kept your hand raised, giggling a little.
    Mark let out an ape noise and raised his hand as well. He slowly pressed his hand against yours, his skin warm and calloused. Since his fingers were longer than yours, his fingertips could overlap yours easily. He squeezed your hand, his eyes holding the same expression they did the first time you two met.
    "Tarzan and (Y/N)." You whispered, making him tear his gaze away from your hands and to your face. He reached his other hand up and caressed your face, amazed at how small it was in his hand. He nodded in excitement, running his hand down your hair and sending tingles down your back.
    "(Y/N) like Tarzan.." You said, blushing a bit and letting Mark press against your warm cheek with his hand. He registered your words carefully, scanning over your face. His eyes were so intense but warm at the same time, hard like marble but melting like chocolate. It was full of so much emotion, it almost took your breath away. He let out another ape noise and intertwined his hands with yours.
    "Tarzan like (Y/N)..."

(Okay so I know that was probably a crappy ending but I DIDNT KNOW HOW ELSE TO END IT XD. I'm sorry Lovelies, I tried.)