Jacksepticeye X Depressed Reader

~~Chapter 17~~

Jack's POV

    You went to her kitchen and started to make some lunch with what she had, which considerably wasn't very much. Finding two boxes of spaghetti microwave dinners, you popped them in the microwave and waited.

    The intro theme of Rick and Morty began to play and you smiled.

    While you waited for the food to be done, you hummed along and heard her pause it before the actual show started.

Your POV

    You picked Rick and Morty to watch since you both like it and you haven't finished it.

    The microwave beeped and you smelled..spaghetti? Oh, he must have made some of your TV dinners. Hope he made me one...

    You know that you don't need any more food.

    You sighed as you rubbed your, basically nonexistent, stomach. You know that what you do is very bad, but..you just can't stop.

    The couch dipped next to you and some spaghetti on a plate was placed in your lap. "Uh..thanks..." you took a bite, loving how it tasted, but hating what it would do to you.

    "No problem!" He chirped, pressing play.

    Eating what he made felt disgusting. It shouldn't be like this..

    Don't worry, you can always  throw it up later.

    You shook away the thoughts and focused on eating and watching TV. After a few bites, you were more comfortable with eating.

(time skip because im a lazy fuck and want to get this chapter out)

    After a couple episodes, you were both finished and Jack had to go get some stuff from his house since he was going to stay here.

    You took the plates to the sink and ran some water before you heard the front door close.

    Now, puke, you horrid waste of life.

    You shook your head. No. 

    From the living room, you heard your phone go off with a text notification.

    Maybe Jack forgot his keys?  Picking your phone up, you saw how wrong you were.

    2 New Message from Brother

    Small tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, worried. You opened it cautiously. Opening it was a mistake.

    He sent a dick pick with the caption 'miss my fuck toy..'.

    Your legs buckled and you fell to the floor. Another message came in: 'visiting my friend in brighton in a few days, maybe we could plan a meet up'

    Your breathing became hectic with the thought. How did he find out where I live? He won't know my address, will he?  Your stomach churned and your head spinned. You were curled in a ball on the floor, crying silently. Your eyes were wide and your whole body was shaking.

    Everything hurts...Jack..

    You tried moving enough to open his contacts on your phone, but your body completely locked up. "S-siri..." you breathed out as she connected, "c-call J...J-Jack.." The words hurt your dry throat.

    The dial screen appeared and showed he answered. "Hey, what'sup?" He popped the 'p'.

    "J-Jack.." you breathed, hoping he heard.

    "Y/n what's wrong." The sounds of shuffling were heard on the other end.

    Coughing, you tried to speak again. "P-...Panic.." You heard an engine sound from his end.

    "On my way, just breathe." He kept saying small words and phrases or reassurance that didn't help too much, but at least you could almost breathe again.

    After a while, the door slammed open and you were being picked up and hugged. His woodsy cologne made you feel at home weirdly enough, but your body wasn't cooperating enough to wrap your arms around him.

    "Shh..Shh...it's okay Y/n..I'm right here." He rubbed circles on your back, calming you down enough until you could speak.

    "J-Jack..phone...brother....seeing.." you couldn't make a sentence out of pure shock but he seemed to get it and looked at your phone. His eyes went thin and a snarl made it's way from his mouth before looking back to you and his features softened, pulling you towards his chest again.

    This time, you hugged back with what little strength you had.

    Your phone started ringing with a loud 'beep' sound that sounded like a fire alarm. Lance... Jack held your phone and saw 'Brother' as the contact name, looking to you as if for permission to answer. You nodded hesitantly.

    'Fucking answer me when I talk to you Y/n.'  his voice boomed from the other end.

    "She'll be doing no such thing with the likes of you, you garbage person." Jack responded harshly.

    'Who the fuck are you, asshole.'

    "Doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that you will stay as far away from Y/n as physically possible." He hung up.

    He turned back to you, pulling you towards him again. 

    "I'm so sorry. Y/n.."