Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots and Imagines - Book 2

Sleep Is For The Weak (Jacksepticeye)

For the past few months, nightmares plagued you. You couldn't sleep for more than a few hours a night, and it ended up with you just not sleeping at all, staying at your desk and watching YouTube and doing some work instead.

Lately, Jack, your boyfriend, had been noticing this and getting more and more worried. You waved it off to him, though; you didn't want to worry him about anything.

"Are you sure you're okay, love?" Seán asked you one night after you had told him you were going to stay up just a bit longer.

"I'm fine, Seán. I just don't feel that tired," you lied.

"That's funny. I heard you yawning when we were watching that movie, and your eyes were drooping." He raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but you just shrugged.

"It was a boring movie," you said as you closed yourself in the washroom. "Good night, I'll join you when I get tired!" you called from the other side.  After you heard his footsteps fade away, you sighed, running a hand through your hair and sliding down the door to sit on the ground.  After a few minutes of just holding your head in your hands, you took a deep, shuddering breath, despising the thought of having to crawl into that bed and go to sleep.  Maybe you could just pull an all-nighter with a few cans of Red Bulls and call the excuse of studying for an exam for your classes.

But you couldn't do that.  You had class in the morning, and you couldn't bear the thought of waking up screaming in the middle of the class because you dozed off.

You groaned under your breath, muttering a quiet, "God, I hate this," before opening the door and striding to your bed.  You weren't going to be afraid of a few nightmares.  They couldn't harm you.  It was only in your head.

"Ready for bed, darling?" Seán asked, stretching his arms out for you to take.  You grabbed his hand with a nervous smile, sinking into the warm mattress beside him.

"Yeah, I guess," you whispered.  He wrapped his arms around you, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

There was nothing to be afraid of.

You awoke with a choked scream, jumping from your bed as your windpipe closed.  Your vision was blurry with tears, your skin cold and clammy with the sweat that pooled around you overnight.  You thrashed as you wondered where you were, panicking, screaming, trapped, dying-

"(Y/N)!  (Y/N)," came a startled voice. "Darling, it's me.  (Y/N), it's me.  It's your Jackieboy." Seán placed a hand on your cheek, stroking under your eye to rid you of the tears staining your skin. "It's alright.  Nothing's going to hurt you." Slowly, as to not scare you more, he wrapped his arms around your back, sliding his fingers through your damp hair, exerting deep, calming breaths. "It's alright."

You did nothing but sob into his shoulder, digging your nails into his shirt as you forced yourself to calm down.

"I-I'm s-s-"

"Shh, calm down, (Y/N).  Calm down, then speak," he murmured, pecking his smooth lips along your forehead and cheeks every now and then. "Calm down, my love."

"I'm s-sorry, Seán," you whimpered.

"It's okay, it's okay.  Don't worry about it.  I love you," he whispered.  He looked into your eyes. "Why didn't you tell me about it before?"

"I... I didn't want you to have to take care of me all the time.  I hate being such a burden to you," you sniffled, snuggling closer to the warmth of his chest.  He pulled you closer, his arms around you and his head atop of yours, breathing deeply.

"I don't mind taking care of you, darling.  I care about you.  You know that.  You're no burden to me." He leaned his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes with his ocean-coloured ones. "I love you, mo grà."

You smiled and sniffled, closing your eyes. "I love you too, Seán," you murmured.  He chuckled and pulled you close once more to his body.

"Sleep, my love.  No harm will come to either of us.  You'll have a good sleep tonight, and tomorrow night, and the night after that." You drifted off in his arms on the floor of your bedroom; all the while, your boyfriend whispered sweet nothings in your ear as the moon drifted lazily along the skyline, starting a new day.

Unsurprisingly, Seán was right.  No more nightmares haunted you afterwards.

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Word count: 756

I don't know why this was published earlier when it wasn't finished, but it's finished now and so I'm officially publishing it.  Sorry.

Also, Google Translate.  I know it messes up sometimes, since "love" in this case is a noun and not a verb, it can get those words mixed up if they're different, but I don't know Irish, so that's just about as accurate as I can get it.

Also, this was bad.  I'm trying to get back into the habit of doing actual requests, so here's this as I get something going.