Mistakes Like This [Jacksepticeye x Reader] |DISCONTINUED|

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Your lungs burnt with every breath you took, and every step you made, you could feel the moisture in your throat dry up.

Everything you ran past, was in a blur— people stepped out of your way, though. Hot tears stung as you tried to rub them away from your (e/c) eyes. The sun was setting, but you continued to run through the streets of Athlone.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)!!" Your mother called your full name from downstairs. You had been watching Athlone's greatest YouTuber, Jacksepticeye. It sounds so.. lame, but who else would you watch? He'd made it into the news twice. Jack— or Sean— announced that he was moving to Brighton soon. You were happy for him. That was the last moment you felt happiness in your system.  "Yeah..?" Your voice shook with nervousness. Usually when a mother calls you by your full name, it means no good can come from it. "I've, well— Your father and I have been talking with each other." Your life was never terrible. You HAD good grades, your parents loved you and you had some close friends. Everything seemed fine as a college graduate. Until that day- it ruined everything for you.

You slumped down onto the steps of the staircase, looking up at your mother and father. Something wasn't right, you clearly observed from their exchange of glances. "Listen, sweetie. You're 23 years old. Your dad and I just think its time for you to leave." The words put you into shock. "Not right now, of course." She nervously laughed as your dad cut in, clearing his throat. "Honey. Just- we can help with an apartment and the first few months of rent!" You stood up, blood boiling.

It felt as if someone shot an arrow in your throat. "You could have told me this straight up instead of fucking sugar coating it."

The sea is wine red, this is the death of beauty.

Your father opened his eyes wide, seeming dumfounded by the language. "Im an ADULT right?—" You were cut off by your mother. "YOUNG LADY (sorry if you aren't female, i guess its just what im used to) YOU KNOW THAT LANGUAGE IS NOT TOLERABLE IN OUR HOUSEHOLD!" Your heart was beating out of you chest. "WHAT HOUSEHOLD? I DON'T LIVE HERE ANY MORE!" You rushed upstairs and threw together at least two bags full of clothes, shampoo, conditioner, phone and charger. The essentials. You didn't know where you were doing, as long it was away from here.

The doves have died, the lovers have lied.

"(Y/N), sweetheart! Where are you gonna go?" Your mother tried to stop you but you were already halfway through the front door with your bags. "Somewhere ELSE. As long as its away from here. Mom, Dad, Goodbye. I love you." And with that, you turned and left.

Coming back to reality, you were still going, in your near sight, someone was just, standing there, watching your swift movements. You hoped they'd move. Didn't want to hit anyone today.

This is the death of beauty.

Something made you trip on your run, was it a rock? A crack in the cement. You didn't know, or care. But you let yourself fall, or so you thought.

A soft pair of hands caught you instead. You pushed yourself away from the young man, from what you made out from blurry vision and corrupted lungs. "Slow down, are you hurt? Are you running from someone?" He placed a hand on your arm as you wiped away the tears with your free hand.

"..yeah. I'm okay- just.. slipped.. and nearly busted my head open, im fine." You did your best to not seem like a lump had been caught in your throat.

[???'s POV]

I stood there, astonished. Was someome running after her? Is she alright? I knew people were telling me to get out of the way, but my legs were glued to where I was. She tripped on something, my reflexes acted quick and I caught the lady before she could hurt herself.

Immediately she pushed herself away from my grip. I couldn't help but let my curiosity slip away into my mouth. I placed a hand on her left arm, I figured I was causing a scene. "Slow down," I said, trying to stop from saying anymore. "Are you hurt? Are you running from someone?" I tried looking for a response, somewhere. But her eyes were in another direction.

"...im okay.. slipped... nearly.. head.. im fine." Was all I could make out. My mind was racing. I can get worked up easily. I noticed the two duffle bags with her, was she kicked out?

[2nd POV]

You shook your head and tried to make your way past, but he refused. "Wait, let me help you." He held out a hand, you glanced to the left and noticed he dropped the coffee in his hand to catch you. The name read, 'Sean' on it. 'holy shit, this is gonna get interesting.'