| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader

Chapter 37

After lying on the ground for a while to let my hands stop shaking, I check my phone for the time. It's far past midnight, and I feel just as awake as if it were 11AM. Sighing, I sit up and stretch.

"I should probably get to sleep, so shoo," I say, gesturing for Anti to leave.

"It's not like you haven't fallen asleep around me, before," he replies, leaning back on the bed comfortably. I roll my eyes but have no counter for him, so I let him stay.

I grab my pajamas and go to the bathroom to change, do all my other bedtime necessities, then head back to my room. There, I find Anti still lying on my bed – this time under the blankets – with his eyes closed, taking up about half of it. I stand at the edge of the bed, looking down at him.

"Could you move?" I ask. He only stretches out his arms as an invitation. "Anti, get out of my bed."

"But you're waaaarm," he whines.

"And you're cold. Your point?"

Anti still doesn't budge. Finally, accepting that I won't get to sleep if he doesn't get his way, I get into the bed. I stay on the far side, leaving space between the two of us. That obviously won't do, according to him. Anti quickly wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to his chest.

"Is it too much to ask to have some personal space?"

His wrap around my middle becomes tighter. "Yes."

Eventually, my eyes close and I do fall asleep in his arms.

When I wake up around 9AM, I find myself in the same position as when I fell asleep. Anti's arms still hold me just as tightly as they did before. For a couple minutes more, I just lie there, letting some of my tiredness be appeased. Anti's voice pulls me from my reverie:

"You finally awake?"

I turn to him, which is difficult, considering how little his arms budge. "Have you been awake this entire time?"

He shrugs. "Pretty much."

"So you've just been laying here this entire time? You could've left, you know."

He shrugs again, giving no answer. "Will you at least let go of me now?" I ask.

His arms loosen and I get out of bed, stretching. Then, I grab decent clothing and go to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Afterward, I go to the kitchen, soon followed by Anti. I grab my keys, phone, and pocketknife, stuffing them in my pockets. "I'm gonna go get breakfast. Care to join me?"

"You humans and your need for food," he jokes, opening the door for me.

"You demons and your need for fear," I counter as he closes the door behind us.

"The way I see it, it's more eco-friendly."

"Human food tastes better, I'm sure."

Our banter continues until we reach the diner. Anti only orders coffee, but never actually touches it. I guess it makes sense that he'd hate it, seeing how Jack loves it so much. I order something small, not feeling too hungry. When the waiter returns with my food, I find an extra slice of the diner's signature cake that I hadn't ordered.

"Oh, sir, I didn't–"

"Don't worry, it's on the house," he replies, giving me a smirk and a wink.

I consider not eating it, but I'm not about to pass up free cake. Before I begin to eat, a twisting feeling in my stomach causes me to look up at Anti. Whenever we go out, he makes both eyes look blue. Now, however, the one that's supposed to be green dangerously flickers between the two colors as he stares after the waiter. Intuition tells me that he has a knife in his hands under the table.

"Anti," I say, drawing his attention to me. Most of the anger dissipates. "You can't freak out any time someone's nice to me."

After one final glance in the waiter's direction, Anti tries – and is failing – to ignore the guy. "That wasn't just being 'nice'."

"But," I counter, "I get free cake out of it. And it's not like I'm going to jump into his arms because of it. I'll eat the cake, pay the check, then we'll head out. Simple."

Anti doesn't seem convinced. Worried that he'll do something I'll regret, I use a last resort: "Would you feel better if I didn't eat the cake?"

He looks back at me as I push the plate away. "I'd feel better if you admitted that I'm your boyfriend."

"What is with you and insisting that we're dating? Literally nothing will change: We're always together, we've kissed on multiple occasions, personal space is nonexistent..." Anti grins as I trail off. "Shit, we are essentially a couple, aren't we?"

I sit back in my chair and groan. "Alright, fine. We're dating. You're my boyfriend. You happy now?"

Before he can reply the waiter returns to the table with the check. As I open the small black book to see the receipt, I also find another piece of paper. I put the cash into the book, place the tip on the table, and take out the paper. On it, the waiter wrote his name and phone number. I toss it on the way out.

As we walk back toward the house, I remember that I promised Ryna I'd help her with her summer reading project at noon. I pull my phone out of my pocket and look at the time. It reads 11:33AM.

"I should probably head over to meet up with Ryna. You coming?"

"You gonna try to stab her again?"

"Okay, that was a one-time thing."

When we reach the cafe, it's about 11:47AM. I grab a cup of coffee, feeling oddly tired during the day. We find a trio of seats and sit down, waiting for Ryna to arrive. Anti drops his arm around my shoulders as I sip my coffee.

A little less than ten minutes later, Ryna takes a seat with us.

"Aw, you guys are so cute!" she exclaims as she opens her laptop. Anti decides to lower his arm to hug my waist, giving Ryna a subtle glare.

"Yeah, yeah. What do you need help with?"

She slides her laptop over to me so I can proofread it. There are less mistakes than before, but it's still a bit of a mess. I go through from the place I last edited and begin fixing it again. Anti and Ryna watch me work. It takes twenty minutes, total. When I finish, I slide the laptop back over to her.

The smile on her face grows as she reads further down the paper. Then, she turns that smile on me, and it's one of the dazzling ones. I laugh and shake my head.

"You act like I've just cured a disease, or something," I say.

"You might as well have. I could just kiss you!" she replies excitedly.

At this, Anti's grip on my torso becomes painfully tight, and I can feel the hatred radiating off of him.

"Please don't," I respond.

"Oh, calm down," Ryna says, rolling her eyes. "I'm a flirt, not a cheat."

Anti's grip loosens ever so slightly. Ryna looks back down at her computer screen. I turn and whisper to Anti, "Calm down, and please don't kill anyone."

I look back at Ryna. "You need anything else?"

She shakes her head and begins to type on her laptop. She stops for a moment, looking up long enough to say, "I'll stay here for a bit. You guys can head out."

Nodding, I get up and Anti follows me out of the cafe.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter of "Plaything" as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comments and votes are super appreciated. Thanks for reading! ~Blue