Antisepticeye x Reader One-Shots (FLUFF ONLY)

How You Met.

A/n: I am running out of ideas. Help. If you have anything you think you'd like to read, comment it and it will be written.

SWEAR WARNING!

You're on your way home from the store from a late-night milk run because you wanted to eat cereal at midnight. You're driving home jamming to some tunes with the milk in the passenger's seat.

"Hey! I don't know about you, but I'm feelin' 22!" You're still whisper singing as you unlock the door to your little house. You step inside, dropping your keys into the dish on the counter. You dance a little as you get out the cereal, mumbling and being an overall Doof.

You plop onto your bed with your cereal and open your laptop. You click on a Jacksepticeye video with a particularly catchy thumbnail.

A few minutes later, there's a crash downstairs. You live alone with no pets.

First person pov

My mind is racing. Who the hell is in my house? I slide off my bed and pad over to the door. Slowly, silently, I open the door and start to creep down the stairs. At the bottom, I press my back against the wall and listen. I open my mouth to quiet my breathing. Whoever is in the kitchen is rummaging through drawers and swearing.

"Shit... Where are the fuckin' bandages?"

The voice is male, and very peeved. Why does it sound familiar? He swears again and it clicks. He sounds like Jacksepticeye. But that doesn't make any sense, why would he be here? No, it would have to be someone else.

I can hear footsteps approaching, but there's nowhere to hide. I cross my fingers and press myself further against the wall. He walks through the doorway, and right past me. I'm close to crying. Why did I come downstairs? I don't even have a weapon!

He starts going through more drawers, but he doesn't seem to be finding what he's looking for. I try to slide out of the room. I brush past the light switch and it somehow turns on, flooding the room with light. My eyes take a moment to adjust while I stand, frozen.

The intruder's eyes lock onto mine. I don't know why, but something pushes me to speak, "You're bleeding."

It was true; his clothes were covered in blood, and it was dripping onto the floor. He held his hand to his stomach, pressing a soaked cloth to his wound. He replies, "Really? I had no idea."

"I... Um... Just, just wait here a second." I run back up the stairs and get the first aid kit out of the bathroom, along with an old sheet.

I return with my arms full of stuff. "I've got some, uh, stuff. For your wound." He's gone. Or, I think he is, before I hear more swearing from behind the couch. I hurry to the other side to see Mr.im-bleeding-out on the ground.

"Oh, god that's a lot of blood." I drop what I'm holding and pull the cloth away from the wound. He hisses in pain. I wince. That cannot be pleasant. The wound isn't too deep though, which is good. No internal organs hit. I pull the rubbing alcohol out of the kit and unscrew the cap. "Alright, dude, this is gonna hurt."

"Oh boy, am I excited." He grumbles.

I flush the wound with the alcohol and his face contorted in pain. Quickly, I mound gauze on top and wrap it in strips torn off the old sheet.
I get up, running to the phone.

He tries to get up, "What are you doing?"

I pick up the phone. "Calling an ambulance, you prick."

Before you can blink, he has ripped the phone out of your hand and hung up. "No."

I glare up at him, "I am not a fucking doctor. You will die without proper medical attention." I reach for the phone again and he pins my hand down.

"No, I won't." He growls. "I need a laptop."

"What?"

"I need a laptop. Or a smartphone. Something that connects to the internet."

"Why!?"

"Because that is what will stop me from dying."

We glare at eachother for a minute, but eventually I give in. I run up the stairs and retrieve my laptop, the paused video still on screen. I race back down and put it on the counter.

He peers at the screen. "Oh, good it's already up."

He starts to reach towards the screen, but stops. He turns to you. "Thanks. I owe you one."

"What? what do you-?"

As soon as his fingertips touch the screen, he disappears. Just, one moment he's there and the next he's not. Even the blood on the ground is gone. Not a trace.

Second person pov

You look around in confusion. Wordlessly, you close your laptop.
Running your hands through your hair, you sigh.

"I need a drink."