(Finished) Saying Excuses jacksepticeye x reader. SEQUAL TOO DRESSED IN FEAR

Buried Underneath Blood and Skin

Your P.O.V.
I don't own this picture, again IT IS NOT MINE!

Felix tries again, and as his hand curl around your waist, you feel a rush of fear going through you. As if you were walking down the road and a complete stranger would yell at you, and say that you are a "hot bitch". You feel uncomfortable around the best friend of your true love, and you already feel guilty that you don't like him.

A sudden raspy voice puts the Swede on his place, and you are grateful for that man to build that kind of courage and say what he thinks. And as the man says his warning, you suddenly realise who is talking.

'Felix, please don't touch my girlfriend ever again,' Jack says. His voice is raspy and you notice the emotion of proud in your heart. You envy the way Jack says what he thinks, without hesitation. Therefore at the moment his voice breaks, you take his hand which has become an almost normal movement for you to make.

Felix also looks proud, like a mother watching her child grow up, knowing it will leave her. His eyes seem to say "well done" and Felix takes his hands back, as if nothing ever happened. And so he stays away from you, until you reach the hospital once more, bringing a dead silence into the grand building.

Jack gets released from the infusion, and the doctors let it be. They decide to drop him right then and there, and only tell him to go to one of the rooms, where a nurse will arrive quickly. You don't know why they don't seem to care that much anymore, but you just want to go home.

You and Felix help Jack inside the enormous building, searching for the room which has been provided for the gamer. You search, soon finding the small room and dropping your boyfriend on a small couch. The room is tiny, yet that is a positive thing! Maybe Jack doesn't have to stay the night here?

Jack cringingly touches the sofa, before the big pillows eat him alive. He closes his eyes in comfort, taking some deep breaths before realising what has happened. His green hair is a mess, and as he tries so desperately to make it look okay he stares at his friend.

Obviously waiting for an excuse, he makes sure to sit comfortably in the big couch. You wait for the Swede to say something, but the YouTuber keeps the silence going. Drunk as he is, he doesn't realise what your glares are about.

'What happened? Why were you drunk, why were you drunk while driving?' you ask, putting some detail on the word driving. You (again) wait for him to respond, but you suppose that his lips are forever closed.

Jack takes over the conversation, which is a really good move. Jack has known Felix much longer than you, besides you only know PewDiePie. But you have no idea who Felix Kjellberg is, and as it seems right now, you might never will.

'What was the fight about?' he asks, surprising you because you have no single clue what he is talking about. But again, he knows Felix better than anyone except Marzia of course. Felix seems frozen for a second, also surprised by Jacks random accusing. Yet his face tells you that Jack had it right.

'We had a fight, Jack you know I hate arguing with people. And I am really bad at it, so I tried, you know, drink my problems away,' the YouTuber whispers, completely sober out of nowhere. His eyes are wet, as if he can burst out in tears any moment now. You feel for him, yet it seems Jack doesn't.

'Why would you drive while drunk? I thought you were better than that,' He says coldly, not showing the king of YouTube that he actually feels for him. But you know he does, it is Jack for the love of God! He could never, not care about someone. Yet it seems that throughout the days, he has become more distant. As if he has build high walls around himself, unable to break down.

Felix takes a step back, ashamed. He knows what he did wrong, and the fact that Jack didn't yell at him makes it even worse. You see all the thought Felix has running behind his eyes. Every action he is willing to take, is being checked for consequents.

Out of nowhere, the blond bursts out in anger. You see how his lips break as he speaks, and you wait for his tongue to refuse saying another word. Though it seems the alcohol has done its part of the job, that doesn't make him "clean" from the poison he has taken only a couple of hours ago.

'Ooh I'm sorry mister perfect!' You hear one friend scream to another. Jack stand up, without a hint of pain and thereby makes himself look stronger by standing straight. You know he is angry, telling by the look on his face.

'You almost killed Y/N,' the room gets filled by sounds of people yelling at each other. The glass is in total panic, hoping it will not break by the sound of this "conversation", and as the door tries to keep as much sound inside the four walls surrounding you, the slight Irish accent you know disappears.

Felix got Jack highly aggressive, something you thought your little bean could never get. Fire is burning behind both of their eyes, but only one has more fatal attacks, destroying almost everything to find on their way by only starring at it. And that person may never know that it was him.

'You know what Sean? I wish I did!' Felix screams. You notice how Jack his skin turns white, and his green hair is even more outstanding than it already was. You don't want to be a part in this talk, even if it is about you. You just stay in the background, observing everything.

Your boyfriend's hands turn to fists, his bushy eyebrows almost touch each other, and his face is a living picture of how Satan would look like when pissed. He tries to remain calm, he counts down from several numbers, he assures himself that this is not the right way, and as Felix already crowns himself the winner, he gets surprised by a sudden fists colliding with his face. Jack lost his patients.

Jack pins his friend against the wall, before Felix could get out a faint scream. Now your green bean looks like the alpha male, putting the other wolves on their places. Fear is rushing through both their veins, one let it show, the other doesn't.

'Don't you dare to say that about my girlfriend,' he whispers in the YouTuber's ear. Felix cringes; he is scared to death by the person he would last expect to be this demonic. You inhale quickly, afraid to make any sound that would cause unwanted attention.

Felix nods.

'Did I make myself clear?' Jack's face is only inches away from his friends blond dyed hair. Blue eyes stare at blue eyes, the Irishman waits for the Swede to answer. Jack is still holding Felix against the wall, not even thinking for a second about stepping away.

'Yes,' the respond is. Jack sighs, before he takes a step back, as if completely shocked. He stares at his hands, before staring at you and finally Felix. He takes another step back, until he hits the couch with his knees. He falls on the sofa, a dull expression on his face.

Felix is too scared to notice, but you do. And you know exactly what happened. Jack lost his mind again, completely forgetting what he was doing. Trusting in the demon buried underneath skin and blood.

As your Irishman gains control of his soul again, he has no idea what happened. He just knows it is wrong, not him. And he promises himself to never get that angry again, a promise he will quickly break.

Every time Jack gets angry, or scared, the craziness just takes control over his weak body. And he gives in to the feeling of being untouchable, the feeling that it isn't him who is causing this terror. It isn't his fault, not completely.

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Hey cornflakes, thank you for reading again. I hope you are still liking the story, and if you have any questions or you don't get something please ask. I'm happy to explain everything for you, even if it takes you hours to understand;)

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