Jacksepticeye X Depressed Reader

~~Chapter 13~~

    Once both of you calmed down, you decided to watch a movie seeing it was later in the night. 9:47. You let Jack on your Netflix and told him to pick something while you made popcorn and got some other snacks and drinks.

    "What kinda movie?" he asked from the couch.

    "Doesn't matter to me." you shrugged to him, waiting for the popcorn to finish in the microwave. He didn't respond, but you heard him choose a movie. Walking into the living room, you saw he chose a pretty recent movie; Show Dogs.

    "Yay, puppies!" you giggled when you sat down next to him, placing the popcorn between you two. He chuckled at your childishness.

    "All comfy?" He asked, before pressing play. You nodded, taking a bite of popcorn.

Jack's POV

    About and hour into the movie, I felt something heavy on my shoulder. Looking over, I saw Y/n was fast asleep. laying her head on me. My face bloomed up with heat immediately. Should I wake her? She seemed to have a tough day already. I'll just..wait until the movie is over and..take her to her room, I guess?  

    Once the movie is over, I take Y/n to her room. Walking up the stairs, her hand latches onto my wrist. I smile, even though my face is totally red. Her sleeves were rolled up, so I can see her bandages are coming off slightly. My smile faltered from seeing some of the cuts underneath, still looking semi fresh. Trying to brush it off, I start playing 'guess which bedroom is hers'. I opt for the one with a desk and laptop since I doubt she would keep it in a guest room. 

    As soon as she's laid down, I make to leave but get pulled back. Looking back, her small hands are grasped around my arm, pulling slightly. She was also muttering something in her sleep, but I couldn't make it out. I try gently pulling my arm away, but I find it does nothing. 

    What do I do?? Um..fuck.

    Slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed eased some of her grip, but when I pulled I still couldn't get my arm free. I laid down a good distance away from her, hoping it will ease her enough so that I could leave. As soon as my back hit the bed, her body moved closer towards me, laying her head on my chest. 

    F-Fuck, now I can't leave. This'll be....weird to explain in the morning.

    Before I even knew it, I was falling asleep.

(Time skip to the morning)

Your POV

    You woke up to sun shining on your cheek. Moving around, you felt an arm around your back. 

    Oh my god. No no no no no no. Oh god what does he think of me?

    You were laying on Jack's chest, his arm around your back. In surprise, you jumped back, accidentally waking him in the process. Out of some instinct, you looked down, making sure you still had clothes on. "Y/n I can explain." He stood up and put his hands up in defense.

    "P-Please do." Your glasses must have fallen off sometime, so you picked them up off of the pillow, putting them on. You weren't upset or anything, just confused.

    "You fell asleep on me during the movie," he started, "so after it was done, I brought you up here, but you latched onto my arm in your sleep so I..couldn't leave." He wrapped his arms around himself nervously.

    "O-oh, okay.." I fell asleep on him! God, why would I do that! You felt yourself shaking but apparently hid it well because Jack didn't mention anything. "W-What time is it?" He turned to your bedside table to check.

    "Um, 8:09." He answered.

    "Well..do you w-want some breakfast?" You shrugged, seeing as he was already here. He smiled, which made you smile. 

    "I will have to go soon, but sure." You headed downstairs first but you heard him follow. On your way to the kitchen, you picked up the popcorn bowl from the couch and sat it in the sink. 

    "While I make b-breakfast, could you..uh... clean up around the c-couch?" You asked nervously, not wanting to seem needy or lazy even. He nodded immediately. I'll make waffles! Smiling, you got out all the ingredients and got cooking!

Short chapter I KNOW I APOLOGIZE BUT HAVE AT THEE *throws cute fluff at you* this doesn't happen often