Always Here [Antisepticeye x Reader]

Sick

The loss of energy, thanks to your new wounds, caused you to sleep. When you did awake, you were in the same room you had fallen asleep in. You looked down to see that you were still tied to the chair. The burn marks on your wrist caught your eye and you tried to the best of your ability to flip your arm to see them clearer. You studied them until something clicked. The marks spelled out a word. "Anti" was burned into your flesh. You shriveled yout nose in disgust and turned your arm to hide the marks from your line of sight. Although you disliked the marks, something had you smiling. A smirk played on your lips as you sat in the darkness. I'm his. You thought to yourself. Part of you enjoyed the butterflies in your stomach, but another part cursed yourself. The butterflies increased until it felt like your stomach was churning. Before you could react, you were throwing up. The sickness you felt left you drained. You couldn't understand why you were sick. Suddenly, the door opened and Anti entered.

"Good morning, (Y/N)! Ready for some- Jesus, what the hell?" Anti said as he stepped in your bile. "These are my good shoes!" He screeched as he quickly stepped away. He then walked around the mess and up to you. Your breathing subconsciously sped up, but you tried to control it. Anti grabbed your chin and turned your head towards him. You diverted your eyes to the floor, the wall, anything but his eyes. "Jesus, lass, you look bad." He felt your forehead and cheeks. "Feels like your running a fever, too. Guess I have to kill you now," he paused and waited for your response. "It was just a joke, chill. God, just look at me!" You darted your eyes to his gaze and he smiled. "I love the color of your eyes." You rolled your eyes and looked away. Anti sighed and began to untie the bindings on you. You looked at him, confused. He chuckled.  "I'm not that bad. I'm not going to just leave you in here." He finished the last piece of rope and gently tugged you up. He kept a firm grip on you as he led you out of the room and into the rest of the house. Although it was your house, it seemed...different. Everything seemed out of place. Like the coffee pot in the kitchen. It seemed to be too far away from the fridge. And the T.V. It seemed tilted. Soon, you were led into a bedroom. Your bedroom. Anti sat you down on the bed and went to the closet. He flipped through a few things as he shook his head. Finally, he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a baggy sweater and leggings. He placed them next to you and gestured for you to go change in the bathroom.  You slowly got up and walked in, shutting the door behind you. You locked it and slid down the door until you were sitting on the floor. You ran a hand through your hair, pulling your knees to your chest. You let out a long sigh and closed your eyes. You felt awful. You felt weak and vulnerable, and you hated every moment of it. A soft knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Lass, you alright in there?"

You sighed. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." You forced yourself off of the floor and to your feet. You took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. Your face looked pale from your sickness. You quickly slipped your new clothes on and dared not to take another look in the mirror. You slowly unlocked the door and opened it. Anti looked up and he seemed sorrowful at your misery. He came over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"I know I hurt you, but I do care about you, okay? I don't like to see you sick."

Your hands were shoved into his leather jacket. Your fingertips grazed his bare chest. You heared him let out a sigh and you smirked. You let your fingertips trace all around his chest and he closed his eyes and bit his lip.

"Stop."

You continued to trace his chest and let your hands wander.

"Stop it!" He yelled as he pulled out a knife and pushed you to the floor, him landing on top of you. He held your arms down with his hands and pressed the knife to your neck.

"Not now. You're sick and need rest, okay?" You nodded your head and he let up. He helped you up and into bed. He made sure you had settled down before he turned to leave.

"A-Anti?"

"Yes?"

"Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?"

Anti mentally debated himself. A voice inside of him screamed at him  to hurt you, to stop being so nice. But another voice, deep down inside, told him to take care of you. He walked to the other side of the bed and began to take his shoes off. He shrugged his leather jacket off, thinking it would be uncomfortable. He slipped into bed next to you and sighed.

While this happened, you had your own internal debate. Whatever this sickness was, you needed to shake it and fast. It was making you feel emotions for Anti you were not comfortable with. But, another part of you encouraged these feelings. You reasoned that it was because he resembled Jack. Yeah, that was it.

You snuggled up next to him, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"Thank you," you whispered before closing your eyes and letting sleep overtake you. Anti watched as your breathing slowed as you began to sleep. Your hair grazed his hand, so he decided to play with it. He twirled it around his fingers and sighed.

"What are you doing to me, (Y/N)