Septiplier one shots ^_^

This must be a Nightmare

(Ok, super quick an, you all have to go read "your angel", because it's probably one of my favourite septiplier books and it's amazing and you just have to)

"Maaark" Jack whined "it's 2AM come to bed already"
"Jack just go yourself, I need to finish this" Mark chuckled
"You know I can't sleep without you. You're big spoon"
" fine" Mark stretched in his chair, smiling at the popping sound his back made "I'll finish editing tomorrow"
Jack smiled "yay, thank yoooou markimoo"
He walked back into their shared room, cuddling against Mark in the bed. Mark was always big spoon, because he usually woke up last, so Jack had an excuse to stay curled against him,because his boyfriends arm stopped him from moving

Which is why Jack immediately knew something was wrong when he woke up.

The familiar weight of mark's arm wasn't wrapped around his waist. The room felt too cold without him. That was the next thing Jack noticed, the cold. It was never this cold in mark's house, the LA sun and the fact Mark rarely turned the heating off made sure of it. Jack sat up and looked around.
The wooden walls, the painfully familiar scene

He was back in Ireland, in his cabin.

"No" he whispered "no no no no no!"
He grabbed his phone and looked through his contacts, praying he'd see his friends names

Felix? No
Wade? No
Bob? No
Matthias? No
Matt? No
Ryan? No
Mark? Jacks would do anything, just let mark's name be there.

It wasn't.

Jack scrolled to YouTube. Sure enough mark's channel still existed, but his friendship didn't.  He looked for his own channel and saw it didn't yet exist.
"Well" he sighed softly "here we go again"
Jack worked his ass off in his videos, starting out as himself, playing what he could remember as his first games. Then pewdie's contest came around. Of course Jack put in again, this was how he'd gotten big enough for Mark to notice him, how he'd gotten big enough that the best years of his life had happened.
Results were posted
Jack smiled, ready to watch the video that always made him smile, it was like his origin.

Except his name didn't appear. At all.

Jack realised then that his life wasn't going to exist like his dream anymore. He'd lost everything, and he didn't want to live this reality, not after loosing Mark, and loosing his tiny ray of hope to get himself back to his "life" he sighed miserably and headed to his closet, pulling out a rope and throwing it to his ceiling fan, tying it over a blade. He pulled a loop around his neck. Tears fell from his eyes as he felt himself shaking.  More and more, he could hear a voice now too, calling him out of the dark.

He woke up in bed with Mark shaking him. "Jack! Wake up"
"M-mark" Jack muttered "mark! Oh god it was a dream, I.. Thank god" Jack buried his head against Mark, who quickly wrapped his arms around the thinner man, rubbing his back.
"Jack what's wrong? You were in a cold sweat and you were crying. What were you dreaming about?"
Jack just buried his face deeper into Mark's side, mumbling "i-it's stupid"
Mark shuffled back, moving Jack to look at him, before kissing the top of his head. "It's not stupid, what's the matter?"
Jack sighed, and shakily started talking "I-I was b-back in my cabin. N-none if this happened. Y-you and me n-never met, I didn't win the shout out contest, I.. I was going to hang myself but you woke me up"
"Oh Jack" Mark pulled Jack tight again "you're safe, and home. This is real life, and we're dating and you're still friends with everyone. You did win that shout out contest, we did meet, and we did fall in love. It's ok"
Jack sighed into Mark's chest, his boyfriend rubbing his back until he fell asleep again, this time into a dream of the future, Mark, him and their own child.