I Got You (Antisepticeye x Reader)

Chapter 1

Your P.O.V

I sat at the wooden picnic table outside my house like I do everyday. A warm breeze made the soft, bright green grass to sway. The rustling og leave, birds chirping, and my siblings laughing was all you could hear. I had my trusty sketch book and mechanical pencil in front of me. I was sketching another picture of the man. This time he was sitting on a log, hunched over and leaning his arms on his knees while looking to the side slightly. Some soft grass was skattered around the log. I was quite proud of this one. Then the comotion around me stopped. I looked up and saw that once again, the man was watching. My Father, like any other day he showed up, told us to shut up and look away. I saw my Father shooting a death glare at him. The man took a step fowards with no intention to come near us. He was just reajusting his postion. My Father took this way to seriously.

"EVERYONE! GET INSIDE! NOW!" He screamed.

My siblings scampered to their feet, tripping over each other as they ran back to the house and inside, my Father not to far behind. He turned around to make sure he hadn't left anyone. Of course, he did because I didn't obay his words.

"(Y/N)?! GET INSIDE! HE'S DANGEROUS!" He shouted.

I looked up at the man. He was looking at his feet while kicking the ground to hide his hurt. I mean... I's feel sad if someone called me dangerous and I wasn't.

Now, it's not like I had proof he wasn't dangerous. I'm just assuming. I then had an idea that I knew my Mother and Father wouldn't like. I picked up my drawing and started to approach the man.

"(Y/N)! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" My Mother screeched.

"GET INSIDE RIGHT NOW, YOUNG LADY!" My Father screamed.

I ignored him and continued to slowly approach him. I got to the edge of where the grass meets the fores't floor. I took a breath and crossed it.

For the first time in my life...

I was in the forest...

The man heard the cruching of leaves as I continued to approach him. My Mother and Father still screaming for me to come back. He looked up at me with a slightly annoyed and angered expression.

"Whatta ye wan't, kid?" He spoke with an Irish accent which surprised me.

I looked down at the paper and then up at him. He was a little taller than me. I probably only reached his shoulder. I held out the paper to him.

"I-I drew this today a-and thought m-maybe you'd like it..." I stuttered shyly.

He looked down at the paper. He took his right hand out of his pocket and took it from me. He studied the paper and his expression changed from annoyed to surprised.

"Ye drew this?" He asked.

I nodded. A small side smile grew on his face revealing a little bit of his fang. He brushed a hand over the drawing.

I went to say something but my Father started yelling again.

"(Y/N)! GET AWAY FROM IT!" He yelled.

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back the the man.

"D-do you like it?" I asked.

He looked up me.

"Like it? I love it! I-I don't know what to say... I just... no ones ever given me a gift before... Thank you." He said.

I blushed slightly.

"I-it's nothing." I said with a smile.

He smiled back with a small chuckle.