Jacksepticeye x Reader

Nightmares and Soup

Your Point of View~

    Jack walks on the tour bus and immediately comes to me with an angered expression. He than shoved me onto the couch and was on top of me, "S-Sean?" I stutter scared.

    "No!" He yelled, covering my mouth. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol. This was the moment, I wish Mark was here, bugging me.

    I bit down on his hand and he yelled out, slapping my face.

    "Stop!" I cried out beneath him, cupping my burning cheek.

    "No! Cause you're going to leave me for someone better!" He slurred.

    "Jack! Stop you're drunk!" I shout as he goes to slap me but I grab his hand in a moment of panic, but he's too strong, causing another smack to hit me.

    "Sean!" I cry.

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    "(Y/N)!" A voice whisper yells, and I wake up, tears in my eyes and my body shaking.

    I blink a view times and see Jack lying next to me, concerned as I sit up and rock back and forth.

    I shake my head and hide my head in his shirt, "Y-You were d-drunk and..." I stop in the middle of talking to cry as he runs his fingers through my hair.

    "Shh, whatever it is, it won't happen (Y/N)" Sean cooes, rubbing my back with his other hand.

    "It felt so real." I say looking up at him and he s has shakes his head, "It's not, just try to go back to bed." He says calmly.

    At that moment I realized everyone else was asleep and Jerry was driving again because we have to preform again tomorrow.

    I calmly nod and wipe my eyes, hiding in his chest until I fall asleep again.

The Next Day~

    My body refuses to let me sleep when it wakes up to the sound of coughing. My head aches as I sit up and look around, the some what, sun lit bus.

    Mark was leaning over a trash can, Sean ran into the bathroom and my body was trembling as I suddenly got up, running into Jerry's bathroom in the back so that vomit didn't go everywhere.

    "What the hell is happening to everyone?" Felix asked concerned.

    I sound of m body throwing up, blocks the sound. My throat burned as I stopped puking. I forced my body to stop leaning over the toilet and coughed heavily.

    My body was sweating and I started feeling lightheaded. Am I dying?

    "(Y/N), we're sick." Mark says coming towards me, breathing and heavily. I wipe my mouth and stand up flushing the toilet.

    "Well, all of us but Felix some how." Mark says in his low, calm voice.

    "You got me-" All of that comes out a shriveled croak, as my voice is dry and hurts to talk.

    Did we get food poisoning?

    After throwing up once more I walk outside, and lie face down on my stomach on the couch, clutching my stomach. It hurt so bad.

    "Fuuuuck!" Jack cried, running back to the bathroom, to vomit.

    Mark was lying on my bed, too weak to get to his.

    "We have to cancel two tour dates so you all can recover." Jerry explained and we all agreed it was for the best.

    Felix borrowed our phones and sent out the tweet saying our Nevada and and Oregon tour, after explaining why.

    "Don't worry Bros! Jerry and I are going to go to the store and get you all medicine than go to a restraunt and get you soup. I'll save you!" Felix jokes trying to lighten the mood.

    Tears rolled from my face in face in pain. Everything hurts and I feel lightheaded. This is real torture.

I roll onto my back soon, closing my eyes to block out the light, but open them when I feel something cold and wet on my forehead.

    I see Jack standing there, and see that there's a cold, damp rag on my forehead. He coughs giving me a weak smile, "That should make your head hurt less." He cooes and I nod, but wince at a sudden pain in my stomach.

    "Get some rest. We want this cold to die as soon as possible." He croaks and than kisses my nose before going to his bed.

    Even sick and he still cares.