CorpseHusband X Reader

Part 1

Your POV

Today was going to be amazing. I was going to PAX to see Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. I rushed around my small apartment pulling on skinny jeans and a Cloak tee shirt. It was very early in the morning because I had a two-hour drive to PAX so I filled a large thermos with coffee and grabbed a bag of chips. I threw myself into my car practically shaking with excitement. The drive felt so much longer than 2 hours it was. After struggling to find a place to park I practically ran to the venue. I had got there early so I wandered around for a while before Mark and his friends were on. I was standing at a booth that sold shirts when I could feel someone watching me. It was weird because I didn't really have any friends and didn't recognize anyone I saw. I shrugged it off but walked to a booth farther away. Soon there was an announcement that the show was starting soon so I made my way to the room they would be in. I settled into my seat and watched as the other seats quickly filled. Once again I could feel eyes on the back of my head. I turned around in my seat and looked around but once again couldn't find where the gaze was coming from. Once the show started I totally forgot about the feeling of being watched. When the show ended I waited for people to start filing out before I got up. Not wanting to be part of the mad dash for the exit but that also meant I was the last one in line for Jack's meet and greet. As I stood in line I realized I had only had a bag of chips to eat all day and was starting to get a headache. It took forever but soon I was next in line. I leaned against the separator because I had grown light-headed from my headache. Then I was called forward. I stood up straight again and the lightheadedness got worse. I made my way over to Jack stumbling the last couple steps. I just barely heard Jack say something about how I should be careful before I passed out.

Jack POV

My meet and greet was almost done. I loved meeting all these people but it was overwhelming sometimes meeting so many people. I looked up just in time to see someone stumble towards me. My last fan to meet. "Careful don't want to fall there." I try to grab their elbow but they continue to fall. I scooped them up into my arms and brushed everyone off as I took them to the private room I had. CorpseHusband was sitting in a corner. I had let him use my room because I knew it stressed him to be in crowded places. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing as I set them down on the couch. I was going to walk the floor but decided to not leave this poor person passed out here alone. They had settled into a restless sleep tossing and turning on the couch every so often. I tried to hold a conversation with Corpse but his eyes kept flashing over to the couch and he wasn't following along with what I was saying. So eventually I slipped out of the room and started walking the floor. I couldn't get it out of my head the way Corpse was watching them sleep. He had a protective look in his eye and I would even say he recognized them but I wasn't sure. I hadn't known Corpse for long. I mean I didn't even know his real name but he had trusted me with his face. Which meant a lot. He didn't trust most people with that information. My head was spinning with questions as I walked along.