Antisepticeye x Reader One-Shots (FLUFF ONLY)

You Meet Again.

A/n: Thanks for the requests! Also, I am sorry this took so long, and I'm sorry it's so crappy. Anyways, onto the story!

It's been two and a half weeks since the incident with the Jacksepticeye look-alike, and you cannot keep your mind off of it. You just had so many questions that didn't have answers. Who was he? Why was he there? How did he get wounded in the first place?

There were a few others, but those three swirled around in your head the most. You lie in bed, unable to sleep. Maybe you should do some digging?

You sit up and grab your laptop, setting it in your lap. You log on and open Google and do some guessing.

You try searching for Jacksepticeye first. That pulls up only what you expected; links to his social medias, his Wikipedia page, some fan art. But you end up looking through some fan art and notice one image depicting a creepy, blood splattered Jack. His right eye was colored the same way that Sam was. The picture is titled by the artist simply as "Antisepticeye fanart :P"

"Antisepticeye, huh?" You mumble to yourself. Next, you search for Antisepticeye. Lots of results that pique your interest. Loads of fanart, some stories, even a couple of Discord channels. All of the guy that disappeared through your laptop two weeks ago.

A tab pops up in the corner that you didn't open. Suspiciously, you slide the cursor to the new tab and click.
It pulls up a black screen with a glitchy audio track playing behind it. It's Antisepticeye's voice.

"Meet me-ME-me at tHe parkkkk..."

The tab closes on it's own. You sit there blinking at the screen for a minute before your body finally decides to move. You put on some comfy jeans, along with a f/c shirt with a leather jacket over it. You slip on some tennis shoes and almost sprint out the door. You take a detour around the back you get your bike and you pop out the other side of the house at full speed.Eventually, you slow to a more reasonable speed.

Reaching the gates that leads into the park Square, you hop off your bike and chain it to the bike rack.

You look around for any sign of the green-haired man, but you see nothing. You speak into the empty air, "Alright, dude. I'm at the park. Now what?"

Silence.

You sigh and prepare to go home, when a green and black butterfly flutters past you. That is not a natural coloration. You follow the butterfly.

You run past an old oak, hop over a fallen fence and duck under branches all while keeping an eye on the insect.

After a few minutes, you slide into a clearing only to stop in your tracks. The butterfly continues to flutter around the man standing in the center, eventually landing on his palm. Slowly, the green fades away to reveal its natural color and it flutters away into the trees.

Antisepticeye stood in the clearing. His eyes bore into yours, and as much as you hate to admit it, it gave you shivers. You cross your arms and try to look impatient. "So?"

He smirks slightly, "So what?"

"Why did you want me to come out here?"

"Same reason for you coming out here. I have questions."

You huff and run your hand through your hair. "Ok, fine. But you're answering mine first."

He shrugs. "Fine by me."

You take a couple of steps closer so you can see him better. He's wearing clothes similar to yours; jeans, leather jacket, black tennis shoes. His hair is messy but in a bad boy supreme sorta way. All in all, not a bad look.

You begin your questioning.

"First of all, who the hell are you?"

"Technically, my name is Sean, but I prefer Anti."

"Fair enough. Why were you in my house two weeks ago? Why were you wounded like you were?"

He sighs, "I... got into a scuffle with a friend. He can be a bit... Bipolar. As for being in your house, it was just the easiest one to get into. You left the door unlocked."

You blink. You left the door unlocked? I mean you were forgetful sometimes so it's not too far fetched. "What about the laptop thing? What was that?"

He smiles and waves his hand around a bit. A little bracelet appears in his hand and he tosses it to you. "Just a bit of magic." Your expression seems to amuse him, bit you don't notice. You're too busy examining the band of metal. It's simple, really. Just a band of iron with a couple of etchings. But you notice that there's no clasp. It's too small to fit over your hand. You glance up at Anti questioningly. He only nods to the bracelet.

Unsure of yourself, you try to slip it on. It expands to allow for your hand, then contracts again for a comfy fit. Still looking at the bracelet, you speak. "Okay then. That's all of my questions. For now, anyway." You meet his eyes once again. "Didn't you have some questions? For me?"

"Uh, yeah, I do." He pauses, collecting his thoughts. "I guess I'll start with this; Why did you help me?"

You cock your hip. "What, no introductions?" You grin, and you are pleased to see the corners of his lips turn up gently.

"Alright. What's your name sweetheart?"

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks in response to the nickname. Still, you reply in the same cool manner, "My name's Y/n. And..." You bite your lip, thinking, "And I helped you because that's what my gut told me to do."

Anti just nods, and the two of you sit in silence for a bit. You are the one to break the silence, "Is...that all your questions?"

He looks up at you, and you could swear you saw a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Uh, just one more." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Ok, shoot."

"Here, same time tomorrow?"

You smile.

"It's a date."