Septiplier Oneshots

Rejection Nightmare Prompt

(((I'll pretty much always name the prompt that the one shot is from for the chapter title, that way people can find a certain story more easily.

Mark P.O.V.

I took out my ear buds and laid down, hoping I was finally relaxed enough to fall asleep. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, but I could hear what sounded like crying. It sounded like it was coming from the other half of our room. Jack and I shared one of those rooms that were separated with a paper-thin hotel wall and a door. I walked closer to the wall and put my ear up to it; yeah, someone was definitely sobbing over there. The sobbing was muffled, as if whoever made the sound had their face buried in a pillow. I knocked gently on the wall where the sobs were loudest,

"Jack?" I asked. I heard movement and a sniffle,

"yeah?" replied a chocked voice which I - though barely - recognized as Jack's. I thought for a brief moment,

"What's wrong?" I asked. It was clearly him crying, so asking if he was alright would just be stupid. Jack sniffled again,

"n-nothing," he croaked out. I walked over to the door that separated our conjoined rooms,

"Can I come in?" I asked. Jack hesitated,

"You don't have to," he said meekly.

"Are you decent?" I asked. He sighed defeatedly,

"yeah," he mumbled. I opened the door slowly and peeked inside; Jack was sitting on his bed facing away from me. I stepped in and quietly closed the door behind me, it was probably close to 1 in the morning and as far as I knew, most people didn't appreciate loud noises at such an hour. I looked back over at Jack who was clearly trying to compose himself and make it look like he wasn't crying. I frowned, I didn't know it until this moment, but I couldn't stand to see him upset.

Jack P.O.V.

Through the sounds of me trying to compose myself and make it look as though I had no reason to do so; I heard the door quietly open and close. Shortly after, I was lifted up slightly as a warm weight sat on the bed next to me.

"Jack?" Mark asked. Hearing his beautiful voice was both agonizing and relaxingly pleasant and I jumped and shivered at the sound. He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face up to meet his. I avoided eye contact but could see his expression go from moderately worried to severely worried when he saw my face. I mustn't have cleaned up enough, not like I had much time, with Mark coming right on in.

"Sean..." he said, trailing off sadly. He wrapped his warm, strong arms around me,

"Sean, what's wrong?" he asked. My mind flashed back to the dream and the real life event it was based upon and a sob escaped my body. Mark hugged me tighter, which made me feel more secure, despite him being the reason for my pain. He held me and rubbed circles and other patterns on my back until I stopped sobbing. After probably, ten minutes, I'd stopped crying and we sat in silence, broken only by my occasional sniffle. Once my sniffles pretty much died off, Mark spoke,

"Are you ready to talk?" he asked softly. I nodded,

"I think so," He nodded and squeezed me once more before pulling back and trying to look at me. I kept my head down even though I knew that wouldn't last long. Again, he gently put his hand under my chin and lifted my face up to meet his. I avoided eye contact, to which he also caught on quickly.

"Jack?" I hesitated,

"yeah?" I asked, almost inaudibly.

"Why can't you look at me?" he asked. I could hear the hurt seeping into his voice and my whole body contracted as my heart was crippled for a few beats knowing it was my fault he was upset.

"...I can..." I defended meekly, trialing off.

"Why won't you?" He asked.

Because I don't want to see the hurt and worry in your beautiful eyes, I thought, as though there could be any other answer.

"Jack?" he said quietly. I looked into his eyes and immediately regretted it, seeing the pain and worry in his eyes was worse than I could have ever imagined. When our eyes fully connected, it only got worse, because he could see all of the pain and sadness in mine. I debated in my mind whether or not I should keep the eye contact like he wanted. On one hand, it was because of him that I was so upset, but on the other, he was right here for me as soon as I needed him. I concluded that I owed it to him to, indeed, keep eye contact.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I couldn't exactly tell him, that would ruin our friendship, but I didn't exactly want to lie to him either. I settled on truth, but only some of it.

"I just had a dream that seriously magnified an experience I had recently that really upset me," I said with a shrug, hoping he'd buy my trying to play it off as no big deal. Mark frowned more,

"Do you want to talk about it? I hope you know that I'll always have an open ear if you ever need to talk about something," he said. I could hear the sincerity in his voice and- cliché as it sounds - it really did touch my heart.

"I-" I stopped myself,

Think, jack. Remember why you weren't going to tell him in the first place, do you really want to ruin and loose this incredible friendship? Look, right now, he heard you crying and was right over here. Right now, he's sitting right next to you, you're almost in his lap. He cares enough that he's over here in the wee hours, just to help you. Don't ruin this.

"Go on," Mark urged gently. Love and understanding crept into his voice and I couldn't not tell him.

"at PAX today, when I proposed to you, you didn't even humor me; you straight-up shot me down. I know it was all a joke but a small part of me has always had this crush on you and the rejection after the proposal just felt so real and then we got back here and the rejection happened in my dreams over and over, getting worse and worse an-" I was stopped by Mark's lips being pressed softly against mine. He gently broke the kiss but left our foreheads leaned together. We stared into each others eyes lovingly for a while before Mark spoke,

"I'm so, so sorry Jack, we were just kidding and I couldn't exactly say 'yes' in front of all those people; the fandoms would have exploded and then people wouldn't have just let it go, you know?" he said, seeming to be somewhat at a loss for words. I could see in his eyes how terrible he felt. he opened his mouth to speak but I put a finger up to his lips and stopped him,

"Mark, I understand, and I forgive you, even though it really isn't your fault," I said quietly. Mark nodded.

"Jack, you need to get some sleep," I yawned and then nodded, realizing how much of a toll my "emotion-fest" had put on me. I'd kind of zoned out and, before I really knew what was going on, Mark had picked me up,

"why-"

"Shh, trust me," he said. I nodded and closed my eyes. Soon, he set me down in the chair in the room and was gone. I could hear rustling but kept my eyes closed. He was back within moments and once I was in his arms again, I opened my eyes and looked around for changes: the bed was made and the covers were pulled back on the one side. Mark gently set me in the bed and covered me up. He gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead,

"Goodnight, Jack," He said. He stood to leave,

"Mark?" I said, looking at him. He turned and looked at me,

"could you-" I cut myself off, he knew, I could tell that he knew. He nodded, pulled back the covers, and laid down beside me, wrapping his strong arms around me. I snuggled into him and sighed contentedly. His steady heartbeat echoed in my ears and lulled me gently off to sleep.

(((I wrote this at school during and between classes so it's probably not of the best quality and I apologize. I really wanted to make sure I got something up there for you guys, there will but an upload of some sort every Sunday evening unless something happens that I absolutely can not so just look around Monday and you should find something.