I Don't Want to Hurt You! (Antisepticeye/Jacksepticeye X Reader) [ BEING EDITED]

Once and for All

** Sean's perspective **

It had been two weeks. Two. And no sign of him at all. I had been perfectly fine. " All the way " came out, I was having a lot of fun recording, and Y/N was a delight as always. It was fine. I just couldn't sleep because I knew that he shouldn't be this silent. What was he doing? I shook my head. Enjoy it while it lasts.

" Sean?" Y/N asked.

" Yeah?" I asked.

" Nothing. You were just zoning out again, that's all," They said, smiling.

I smiled back, and breathed out slowly. I had finished recording for the day, and it was currently three in the morning. I yawned, and decided to go to bed. Y/N said they were going to stay awake for a little bit longer, so I nodded and went to my room, and fell on my bed. I let myself fall to sleep, praying nothing bad would happen.

** Y/N's perspective **

I woke up, and looked around. It was still Ireland. And it was still Sean's apartment. Or shall I say mine. Reaching over to the other side of my bed, I grabbed my phone. I looked at my phone, and saw that it was 12:40 p.m. Not a bad time. I've slept in later. Slowly, I got out of bed. All of the blood rushed through my head and body, making me slightly dizzy.

Eventually, I dragged myself to Sean's room. He was under his covers, sleeping peacefully. I walked in, and went towards the green haired Irishman. I poked his face. Then I poked it again. And again and again until the goof woke up.

" Morning," I said, smiling.

" Why you poke me?" Sean said in a monotone voice.

" I wanna get up. Eat. Watch things," I explained.

Sean then asked, " Then why wake me up?"

" Because I do these things with you, dork. It's become my routine," I said.

Suddenly, Sean wrapped his long arm around my waist and pulled me down on the bed with him.

" This is my routine," He said sleepily, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I rolled my eyes as I struggled to break free. It didn't work.

" Sean!" I whined.

" Yes?" He asked, his voice low.

I sighed and replied, " I wanna eat!"

" And I wanna snuggle," He said, pulling me closer to him.

" And people in hell want ice water," I snarked, trying once more to escape so I could drag him to eat with me.

" Fine," Sean complained. " Only because you asked nicely."

Sean groaned as he sat up, but eventually stood beside me. Suddenly, he slipped his hand into mine as we walked to the kitchen. I didn't reject it, so I just held it. We eventually made it, and had some waffles with fruit and coffee/tea/water/soda/juice.

We ate breakfast next to each other on the couch, and watched YouTube. The Marina Joyce situation blew up over the night, so the front page was covered in it. We shook our heads, and kept scrolling.

Finishing, Sean went into his bedroom to change. I decided to change too/stay in my clothes and grabbed my laptop from my room as I sat on the couch again. I started scrolling through my feed.

A large thud boomed from a section of the apartment.

Sean shouted, " Y/N!"

I shut my laptop immediately and dashed to his room. He was on his hands and knees, facing away from the door, with his back hunched. Some of his shirts were on the floor, as if he tried to grab onto something, but fell anyways. I saw he was holding onto something, but I couldn't see.