Speed Is Key (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

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I was walking down the street making a grocery run with Jack when I accidentally bumped into someone. A skinny, blonde, leather-clad biker chick with a pixie cut grabbed my collar and yelled in my face.

"Uita-te unde merge, pula! O sa te bate pana nu mai poti vedea, data viitoare! Pleaca de aici!" She screamed in my face before bitch slapping Jack and storming away. Jack rubbed his cheek and helped me up. I made sure none of our groceries were damaged before continuing to my home.

"What the hell? What language was that?" Jack grumbled. I shrugged as we walked into my apartment building.

"I don't even know, man. At least shopping here is less frustrating than in Octodad: Dadliest Catch," I mumbled. Jack laughed.

"Fucking mango soda," Jack growled. We came to my door and realized that both our hands were full. Rather than being logical and setting a couple bags down, I kicked the door in, Derek-Morgan-style. We walked in and set our bags down in the kitchen. Jack stared at me. I just shrugged.

"I'll just call a locksmith tomorrow. No biggie," I told him, putting away the groceries with his help. Exhausted, we collapsed on the couch.

"(Y/N), next time, we're taking a car. I have stick legs. That was way too much effort," Jack complained with a sigh. I laughed and threw my legs in his lap.

"Hush now, Jackaboy. Maybe you should try working out?" I joked, tossing a throw pillow at him. He threw it back just as there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," he said, getting up from my white leather couch and padding towards the door.

When the door was opened, he was greeted by three men. Mark, Bob, and Wade. Bob and Wade exchanged glances, high-fived, and smiled. Mark clenched his fists and did the unthinkable.

He punched Jack square in the face.