Septiplier one shots ^_^

Ugly #2

(Ok so, I was listening to the song again and I realised it would be a good idea to do maybe the next part. Any other songs I should write a story for? Also, woo hoo half term :D so of course, I'm now sick. Damn cold)

You said, you're embarrassed of your body
"Mark it's nothing" Jack shook his head, and Mark sighed
"Jack please, what's the matter? I want to help"
"This isn't something you can help with" Jack shrugged "it's just, Mark why did you ever choose me? I'm not handsom, I'm not cool, I'm not muscular. I'm nothing"
"Jack..." Mark walked over and pulled the younger man into a hug, running a hand through his green hair.
"That's bullshit. You are handsome, you are cool. You're also cute, funny, sweet" Mark smiled and pressed his lips against Jack's head "you're beautiful"

You told me, you think, you're really ugly
Mark had to tell Jack this more often then he used to. Jack never seemed to believe him now. He realised that the 3 boys had had more of an effect than Jack was letting on. Right now, the two were sat together on the couch watching something stupid on tv. Mark turned towards him, and sighed
"Jack. Why did they have such an effect on you" he asked
Jack shook his head and looked down at the floor, mumbling.
"What did you say" Mark pressed, and Jack looked up at him with tears in his eyes
"Because they were right!" He said "I've been told that my whole life. I was told at school, the comments never stop telling me, and now those 3." He sighed "they're right, I AM ugly. A-and that scares me b-because" Jack couldn't hold back anymore, and p the tears came "b-because I'm scared you'll find someone else. S-someone better. I c-can't loose you Mark"

Well my love I know you don't see.
Mark blinked back tears and hugged Jack as tightly as he could, stroking his hair as Jack cried into his shoulder.
"Don't you ever worry about loosing me. I couldn't live without you Jack! You're not ugly, you're gorgeous, your not fat, you're perfect. You're my everything. Don't put yourself down so much"
Jack's response was to wrap his own arm around his boyfriend and curl against him.

What I see
Mark looked down at Jack, cuddled into him, head buried into his neck, and tried, really tried, to see him the way Jack saw himself. He couldn't do it though. He couldn't see Jack as fat, or ugly or as anything but why he was. To Mark, Jack was the most handsome man alive, he was cool and funny and loving. Jack meant so much to Mark, and Mark often asked himself how he got so lucky. Watching Jack hate himself hurt him. Jack didn't deserve to see himself the way he did. Not when he was so wrong. Mark sighed and slowly started rubbing his back, singing to his boyfriend. This wasn't the first time Jack had broken down infront of him, and as a result Mark had learned how to calm him down again.

He just wished he hadn't had to learn at all