SKEPPY × READER fanfic

Chapter 27 - SPEED

It's been two weeks since you were last in the hospital, and the days are starting to blend together. Every task seems extremely mundane and, well, pointless. You're using crutches now according to the doctor's orders, but it hurts to move, so you would rather just sit all day to keep away the pain.

Zak knocks on your door quietly, trying not to wake you if you're still asleep. He's been up and about for a few hours now, probably recording.

"Come in!" you say, scrolling to the next tiktok in your for you page.

"Hey loserrr, you're finally alive!" He says, grinning.

"I'm not alive loser. I'm dying. Of boredom." You sigh and blow a strand of hair away from your face.

"Hey, you don't get to complain about this. You're the one choosing to lay in bed all the time. You're supposed to be walking around and stuff now Y/n."

I should really make her get up. The doctor would not be very pleased with me right now.

"I dont wannnnaaa...."

Skeppy looks in your eyes and makes a pouty face. "Please?"

Your stomach fills with butterflies but you still protest, "It hurts to get up, I've told you!" You turn your attention back to the video on your phone, but it immediately leaves your hands. "Excuse you, I was using that!"

Skeppy laughs and sets your phone on the ground next to the bed so you can't reach it. "Y/n I said please. Just walk around a little bit, for me?"

His puppy dog eyes convince you.

"Okayyy fine. Only because you're cute and hard to say no to."

He turns away laughing and grabs your crutches from leaning up against the wall. "Whatever works, I suppose."

Zak holds them up next to the bed as you slide off and step lightly into the ground, testing your balance. You wobble slightly and grab his arm.

"I've got you, I got you," he mutters, carefully placing the crutches under your arms. This stabilizes you and you release your grip from him.

You take a tentative step forwards.

"That's my girl!" Skeppy exclaims, looking as proud as ever. "You're doing great!"

"Yeah. I know," you respond, blushing from his words but masking it with sarcasm. You hobble into the main room of his apartment.

"Woah woah slow down there Y/n. You're moving faster than I am, and I didn't just crash my car."

"Hey, you're the one that told me to get up and about! You never said how fast."

"Well I'm saying it now!"

You defiantly move faster and start doing laps around and around his couch. His face darkens. "Y/n what did I just say!"

"Oh you said something? Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of my ABSOLUTE SPEED."

He rolls his eyes. "I don't want you getting more hurt than you already are."

"The only things getting hurt right now are the floorboards." You speed up even more as Zak crosses his arms over his chest.

"Y/n, I swear, you better stop right now."

"Make me."

His brow furrows, accepting the challenge.

You glance at his expression and your heart rate speeds up. Significantly.

And then he starts to walk over you, the usual playfulness in his eyes nowhere to be found.

Yeah, I'll make her.

"Uh oh. Zak I was just kidding I'll stop. I'm done now you don't have t-"
He picks you up by your waist and puts you over his shoulder. Your crutches tip to the floor with a crashing sound.

He gently places you on the couch, starch in contrast to the way he had just picked you up seconds before.

You stare at him like a deer in headlights, just waiting to see what he's gonna do.

Skeppy bends down to eyes level and places his hand on the side of your face. His gaze softens and he pecks you on the forehead.

You sigh in relief.

That was a close one, I thought he was gonna tickle attack me!

"Enough of zoomy Y/n today," Skeppy says triumphantly. He lies down and places his head in your lap, basically confining you to the couch with his weight.

"Ughh you're no fun." You push out your bottom lip, pouting down at him while subconsciously petting his hair.

He laughs once he notices. "Your words and your hands are saying very different things here."

You immediately pull your hands away and put them on top of your head, clearly displaying that you're no longer touching him.

"Nononono! That was not me telling you to stop," he whines.

"That's what I thought!" You reply happily, shifting your hands to their former position. As your fingers run through Zak's hair, he slowly drifts off to sleep.

He looks so peaceful like this, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You decide to join him for a morning nap.