Psychotic Passion (Antisepticeye X Reader)

Why?

You slowly opened your eyes, waking up to Sean shuffling your shoulder. 'The movie must be over' You thought while sliding yourself up and using one hand to rub your eye sleepily. You smiled and looked up at Sean. He had his head in his hands, like he was frustrated, or upset, or crying. 'Was he crying?'

"Sean?" You called for him, voice sleepy and quiet. He looked up and turned to you. His eyes were of Anti's, but the worried expression that Sean always had when he looked at you. He softly smiled, it was sweet and relaxing. The thought that Anti was there seemed to comfort you, and you slid yourself back down and wrapped your arms around one of his, then smiled.

Suddenly he jumped up, causing you to fall, and startling you up right. You looked at him worried as took a step back from you. Tears sweld into his eyes, looking so confused. His hair got darker and ears started to point.

"How could you enjoy being around a thing such as me!?" You cowered at the yelling. You had never liked yelling, no matter who it was. You were terrified of it.

"B-because.."
"Because what!?" He yell as if answering offended him. You had no idea what to do, You felt so helpless. You decided that there was only one thing that you could do. So you got up off the couch, and through yourself at Anti, rapping your arms around him in a hug, before he could back away.

"Because you're sweet, and I feel safe around you." You smiled lightly, while holding him close.

"News flash sweetheart, I'm not sweet." You looked up at him, still holding him tight. You notice his face had a little more color then usual, are dish tint to his cheeks. Seeing him blush made you smile.

"Even if you don't think your sweet, I think you are." You giggled at what you thought of what you were going to say next.

"So make me your queen, my prince." His face had turned even redder, and he smiled. He looked shocked but happy, and his eyes looked like they longed for something. Gazing into his star filled eyes, you got lost once again, except you noticed him bring his hand up to your face, and held it gently. He looked at you as if he saw something special. You had closed your eyes and leaned into his hand, but after a moment you felt his lips press against yours. You felt your face burn and your heart pound. Every sence had heightened, and felt your knees turn to jello. You felt yourself kissing him back, and wrapping your arms around his neck. His lips were soft, sweet, and amazing to kiss. He had pulled you closer to him, around your waist and the two of you broke from the kiss.

"Your an amazing kisser, you know that?" You teasing tell him then giggle at the bright shade of red his face turned. He looked away from you, and smiled.

"Shut up." He embarrassingly told you and you chuckled. He was cute when he was like this. You yawned like you haven't slept in days and your eyes felt heavey. Lifting your hand to your eye, you rubbed it, then laid your head on his chest and smiled softly.

"Tired much?" He asked sweetly and sarcastically. His voice was so sweet.

"Mhm" You nod your head lightly but not unnoticeable, and yawned once more. You didn't want to let go of him. He was so warm in a cold away, but it was nice. The next thing you knew, Anti had pushed you off him, then ducked under and tripped you, but catching you in the process. The suddenness and the fall scared you and woke you back up, but you calmed down once you realized he was carrying you like a princess. You snuggled back into his chest as you both chuckle.

"To bed then?" He smiled softly and sweetly, as he turned and headed for your room, but you couldn't keep your eyes off him. His eyes, filled with secrets and stories, yet enchanting like a diamond in thieves eyes, so hypnotizing and beautiful. His teeth might be sharp like one in a child's nightmare, but you thought nothing bad of them. But you did love is pointed ears. They were like an elf's but twisted and dark. You really enjoyed every part of him, no matter how much he seemed like he was supposed to be the villain in a normal story.