Chubby Youtubers/Egos Oneshot, Book 3

Chubby Jacksepticeye x FtM Younger Brother Reader

A/n: Requested by the awesome _jackthedragon_

Warning: Slight panic attack, people being buttholes!

Grabbing the strap of your messenger bag you kept your head low allowing your (h/c) hair drape over covering a small part of your face hiding the small droplets of tears that rolled down your face. Biting your lip harshly to keep yourself from sobbing in public you defeatedly walked down the street your (f/c) sneakers stepping into small puddles ignoring the freezing water spilling into the small holes littered across the sneakers soaking into the socks, blinking a few times to clear your vision your mind wondered and betrayed you repeating the harsh words that your now ex friends spat at you with nothing but hatred in their voices.

'Ew Who does that tranny think she is? Pretending to be a man, she needs to stop lying to herself no matter what she will always look like a woman even with having the surgeries'

'I'm not trying to be mean but you still look like a female'

'I feel sorry for her older brother Sean! Having to deal with a younger sibling that just trying to get attention, (Y/n) obviously just a burden to their brother'

A loud crash of thunder snapped you out from the vicious thoughts that cycled through your head the loud noise caused you to flinch in surprise and let out an involuntarily anguish sob at the idea that you were becoming a burden onto your older brother. Sean who was nothing but supportive going with you to every appointment getting your shots, waiting patiently in the hospital while you were getting the surgeries to achieve your dream and make you have the body you always wanted to feel comfortable in your own skin, Sean who smiled brightly once you awoke calling you by the name you choose for yourself and gently held your hand talking excitedly about having a younger brother.

"What if I did all of this and nothing worked? What if I still look like a woman? Everyone at college thinks I'm a woman.. They still use my fuckin dead name! I just want to feel comfortable in my own body.. Am I a burden to Sean? Is he sick and tired of me? I.. I don't wanna lose my big brother who gave me strength and supported.. I c-can't handle the idea of Sean hating me" You whispered frantically tears leaking down your cheeks much more quickly while your heart rapidly beat inside your chest feeling like it was about to burst. Another loud burst of thunder came from the sky but everything around you became blurry and unfocused not even feeling the beginning of rain begun to fall from the darkened grey sky, breath coming in short and fast your legs wobbled before falling onto the wet concrete ground with a loud thud.

'Can't breathe.. I can't breathe it hurts too much. I'm gonna die, die, die' Your thoughts began to blur mixing together as panic washed over you kneeling on the wet cold floor of the street letting out choked gasps and coughs through your numb lips. Darkness crept along the edges of your blurred vision threatening to wash you away in the deep empty void, lost in your own head you failed to notice the shadow looming over you or the worried voice of your older brother calling out your name.

"(Y/n)! Baby brother?" Sean said keeping his voice low and soft knowing from the past loud noises would just make things much worse. Lowering himself onto the floor Sean completely ignored everything around him from the rain soaking his hoodie causing it to cling to his moderate plump beerbelly showing off his curves, placing his hand gently onto your shoulder you finally looked up struggling to breath still but Sean gave you a soft comforting smile noticing a flash of recognition in your (E/C) orbs.

"Se-S-Sean.." You managed to breath out through painful coughing using the last bit of strength you had you leaned into your brother's soft warm comforting body hiding your face in his chest. Hearing the pure broken sound of your voice calling out his name Sean felt his heart breaking immediately wrapping his arms softly yet just tight enough to ground you one of his pudgy hands rubbed up and down your back.