Jacksepticeye Imagines

Sickaboy

First of all, thank you to the person who drew the drawing in the media box above. It's very cute and you are very talented.

Now, let's get onto the story!

Cough, cough. Achoo. Cough.

I roll over and open my eyes. Jack lays there, rubbing his runny nose. His face is pale. His vibrant green hair makes him look even sicker.

I snuggle up close to him, "You feelin' okay?"

He sniffles in response. I sigh, getting up to fetch the thermometer. It sits on a shelf in the bathroom closet. I grab it and go.

I reenter the bedroom, but Jack's gone. All that remains is big lump underneath the - wait a minute.

I step closer and uncover Jack, curled up in a ball. He glances at me with a face like, 'Eh, I tried.' I chuckle and beckon for him to open his mouth. He does so hesitantly, bit I stick the thermometer underneath his tongue.

A few seconds later, it beeps and I look at what it says. Ninety-nine degrees. Not too bad of a temperature, but not all that good, either.

"How is it, Doc?" Jack says in the most dramatic voice I've ever heard him use.

I chuckle and reply in a similar tone, "It's not too good, Jack." However, this attempt at comedy goes south. His face turns paler than before, which I didn't think was possible, and his pupils dilate with a tiny ounce of fear.

I grab his shoulders and pull him in for a hug, "I was kidding, Jack. It's only a fever of ninety-nine."

His smile returns, "Oh, okay."

Then I get an idea.

I escape from Jack's arms, mumbling a quick, "Be right back." I rush to the bathroom, replacing the thermometer in the closet and snatching the vasoline from the same shelf.

I hurry back and Jack is staring off into space. His gaze is aimed toward the window.

His blue eyes flick back to me as I set the vasoline on the nightstand beside him.

"What's that for?" He asks, more out of curiosity than out of fear.

I smirk, mischeviously, "You'll see."

I pull his tank top over his head so his chest is exposed. I lay him down and open the jar of vasoline. I take some and start to rub all over his chest.

"Ooh! That feels weird," he complains as my hand reaches his abs. I rub these a little more than everything else.

He notices what I'm doing and mockfully moans. I chuckle and kiss him on the lips, all the while still rubbing his gorgeous six pack.

Once I pull back, he takes a breath slowly.

"Is it helping?" I assume.

He nods, "Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better."

"Good."

I cap the jar of vasoline and put it back in the bathroom closet.

I come back and Jack 'awww's.

"What?" I grin devilishly, "Do you want me to massage you more?"

"Yes, please!" His face lights up like a kid on Christmas day. This makes me laugh a little.

I leap onto the bed beside him. Just as I land, I am ambushed with tickling treatment by Jack. I giggle uncontrollably. He doesn't stop until I'm gasping for breath.

"What wa....was that for?" I ask him, taking a swift breath between words.

"I love you," he replies playfully.

"That's not an answer," I growl angrily. In all honesty, I'm not angry, I'm just annoyed. He knows this because he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer.

"Roll over," I tell him in a quiet voice. It almost sounds like he purrs as he flips from his back to his stomach. I lay my hands on his bare shoulders and a shiver rolls down his spine.

"You okay?" I ask with one eyebrow raised.

I watch the back of his head as he nods, "Your hands are just cold."

"Oh, sorry," I murmur as I start to massage his shoulder and upper back.

"Mmmm," he purrs, "That feels sooo gooood."

"I'm glad," I lean in to whisper in his ear.

I move my hands lower so that I'm massaging the middle of his back.

"Mmm, don't s-stop."

"Mmkay."

Before long, I hear Jack start to snore. Did I really put him to sleep?

I stop my massage and simply lay myself on Jack's backside. I hug his waist with my tired hands. I kiss his neck and whisper, "Goodnight, Jack."

Another one, done. Got any ideas for any more? Leave a comment to tell me and I'll cite you for the idea (as in say you gave it to me and put it into action, lol).
Til next time!!

Faith Magnolia