JacksepticeyexReader :Fall into your hands

JackspeticeyeXReader:  Fall into your hands.

: Asked for a generic-ish x reader fluff with lots of feels, I hope this delivers to your request!

Soft hands touched,
I’ll always think of you as such
As someone who took my heart apart,
Fixed the broken pieces
With your love now craved
Into the shattered parts.

Warm arms wrapped around you, under soft covers and a pillow that bumped up every so often. You could hear the soft thumps of your best friend and lover heart, it had become a comfort from your nightmare, as rare as they were for you, you still got them. Mornings like this, made all that fear leave you, as he nuzzled his face into your hair and a soft smile laced his lips as he breathed. You could feel the scruff of his beard against your forehead; you couldn’t help but giggle softly at the touch.  

The morning light glowed into the room, his hair seemed to shine where it lay out across his pillow. Looking up at his face, you couldn’t help but smile and think just how lucky you had to have this man in your life. His eyes opened, soon catching your own and that smile turned into a goofy one. “Found something you like?” he growled into your hair as he pulled you closer.

“Like is too soft of a word, to subscribe my feelings.” You told him, bringing your face close to his, lips bearing close to his. “I think what you meant, I love what I see.” You said, as you put your lips to his, tasting him in as his soft lips kissed back. This was a rare morning, to wake by his side together, work kept you away from each other often enough, trying to get the blasted man to sleep was a challenge enough as well.

Pulling away for air, he murmurs softly. “I love you too.”  Fingers enlaced together as you smile softly back at him.   How lucky you were.

You groaned as you gripped your pencil in your fingers, trying to find some sort of inspiration to fill your blank piece of paper. Nothing was coming to you, as you stared of into space. You had decided today, to get out of the house, to drop by your favourite coffee shop to hopefully make you want to draw something, anything, art was something you enjoy and to stopped so abruptly had disturb you. It took so many hours off your day, it didn’t feel right because nothing seemed to click. You watched tv, you go for walks, you picked up books but nothing seem to spark anything in you.

Artist block was a killer. As it felt you lost your creative flow, it made a void in your life. Others saying “ don’t worry it’ll come back.” But internally, you wanted it now, not later, not soon. Now.  Huffing, you decided to watch those around, maybe doodle them? That might help.  Picking up your pencil, you doodle the waitress and waiters, random people flowing through the doors. You even drew those who sat near you, making it easier to get facial details of them. One especially caught your eyes , an Irish man came in complaining to his other more buff mate. Blue eyes linked with your own for a couple of seconds, but you shake it off as you imaging it.

However when you looked down, before you sat the face of the man, his eyes staring at your own, with his farmer sat on his head, scruffy beard and a frown on his lips. Beside him, was the side of his friend, his black hair spiked hair pulled up and yet his face look somewhat Asian, but you knew not to judge, since Michael Mcintyre got mistaken for being so and he wasn’t at all. Generics are strange.

Your train of thoughts were caught off, as two figures stood at your table, both men a little nervous but you couldn’t place why. You smile, awkwardly since it rare for anyone want to talk to you in a public place unless it’s an old friend or family member. “Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked.

They nodded, “Is it okay if we sit here? All the others places are taken.” Asked the buffer one of the two.

“Help yourself” You tell them, one caught the paper on the table before blue eyes widen in surprise.

“Is that us?” He asked pointing at the portraits you had just done, “You’re a real good artist, umm”

“Thanks, the name (Y/N)” You tell him blushing at your basic doodle being complimented.
He smiled, “Name Sean and this is dumbass is Mark.”

“Hey!” Mark reply, as if offended. You ended up laughing at their playful bickering.
This was the first time you meet.

Hands waved in front of you face, which you licked one to hear the silliest of “Ew’s” in your life that you end up barking up laughter.  You watched as Sean dance around the room wiping his hand on his trousers and glaring jokingly at you, You smirked at him. “Come on, you love it.” You told him.

He walked back up to you, “Not as much as you love this.” He said as he licked your cheek, making you giggle as you flicked his noose.

“Your salvia doesn’t bother me silly, considering, I kiss those lips a lot.” You tell him cockily. As you watch him groan, as he brings over your (f/d) and some toast for your morning breakfast.  Then he place his black coffee before him and his own toast, since you both woke up a lot later in the day, you didn’t want a heavy breakfast.

With this, he turned back to you, concern in his eyes. “What may you space out lassie?” He asked as he picked up his cup of coffee.

“Oh, only how, we both met is all.” You told him, a warm smile grew on your lips as you picked up your own coffee.

His own smile grew on his own, “But that wasn’t the best part.” He told you, “I like the part where we randomly kept crashing into each other. I was only there for a week, but I swear I saw you everyday, I thought you were..”

“A fan, I think I would too in your shoes.” You replied, both you continue discuss how it all lead up to this very moment.

Yet at times,
You made space and left a distance
Between you and I,
Making me think I’ve reached my dream,
To lose you in your own fall.

Music, played softly around in your room. The lyrics echoed, as you sighed at another drawing underneath you finger tips, you glared at it in annoyance. Nothing was right, the body shape and, just everything. The eyes, nose and face didn’t even look right. “Why won’t you do what my mind wants?” You asked your hands,  as you groaned and bang your head on the desk.

You are now inspired, after meeting Sean and Mark and seeing them so much the last week, you started to draw real people, but nothing could beat the first doodle you done. What had been so easy about that specific one? Maybe it had helped looking at them, or merely them complimenting it. You could never put your finger to it. Or maybe, you missed them already.

Sean had gone back home, though he had given you his email and skype informantion, to keep in contact. Once after finding out, that you didn’t realise he was Jacksepticeye from youtube. Wasn’t the only one, since Mark was also in included. You felt so stupid; it was there in your face, it seems people really look different in person then on a screen.
Before you could think about trying again, the music cuts of to the beep bopping tone swept across your room. You looked over at your laptop to see you have been invited to a group chat of Sean and Mark. Confused, you stared for a bit before clicking accept, what where these boys up to again.

“Who the other person Jack?” asked Bob, as wade also joined in to ask.

“I’m (y/n), nice ta meet ya, and whats up? Why am I invited in the chat?” You replied, looking at screen you see all their faces beside yours since you only answered the call.

He blushes slightly, “Well Mark fingers slipped.”

“Oh really.” You say mockingly, “Is that so Mark?”

Mark had a cheeky smirk across his lips. “No. Jack kept saying to me, get (y/N) to join us! Please Mark, can they?” his voice terribly trying to mimic Sean accent into a puddle of failure.

Laughter left you as Jack sputtered and Bob and wade joined in the teasing.
For second it felt like you knew these guys personally for way more than a week.

Especially Sean.

Fingers engraved into my heart
Bare such a broken past,
You’ve has lost as I,
Wishing to bring back whats was once ours.

You found yourself, looking through some old scrap books filled with photos you had printed out over the years. The first lot, where your schools days and family holidays and slowly morphing up to now, here with Sean and happily to chill on the couch, with his arm around you as cartoons roll on the tv.  Though you halt, tracing the image of your grandparents, the last one taken with you and Sean.

They were healthy when they passed, nothing wrong with them not even a simple cold, and yet luckily they passed away in their sleep together holding one and another, their lips smiling as they were faced at each other.  You had always wanted to have the love they had, the kind that seem to just never die, yet continue even death.  They had always been in your life, calling you just like your mother did. It was like having two of them at different ends of the country.  It had hurt, ever so badly when they passed, yet.

Looking up, you looked at the broad shoulders and intense eyes as they watch the tv and a soft smile on the lips, you claimed as yours. His blues eyes noticed yours and turn to look at you and saw the image your fingers were tracing, he smiled sadly and squished your shoulder a little with his hand before bringing his lips to your forehead, “They died happy, you know that.” He whispered his lips breathing over your hair.

“I know that.” You said smiling, “But I like remembering them too.”

He nodded, slowly he pulled the scrap book away and put it onto the table before pulling you closer , his lips finding your head, forehead, one to the nose, one on the cheek, making you giggle before leaving one on your lips.  “Your going to make me die happy too.”

You whispered, as you stroked his cheek. He pulled you into a closer hug, as his head embedded his self into your neck and hair.

A soft murmur left his lips. “You god damn beautiful, you know that right?”

Yet your eyes spoke,
They told me I was not alone,
Scars similar to mine mets yours,
Almost imprinting a web,
As I felt so in debt
By you.

A hand clasped yours, as the body of the man you loved, broke into tears. You brought your arm around him, hoping that your presence alone would help him some more.  Yet he only shrugged you away as he turned to you, his lips trembled to tell you of his pain but you shook your head.  “ I understand, and it okay, we’ll get through this.” You told him, “Not everyday going to be a good one. You’re just stressed out.”

Quickly, you wrapped him up in a blanket that you leave on the couch, quickly made his favourite drink, coffee.  Settling on the couch beside, him you told him sweet nothings as he cried and keep him company as he complained, and relieved the stress that is part of his job.

“I love my job, I really do, But someone times it does get to me.”

“You’re human Sean, it will, But you’re never alone okay? I’m here.”

“What would I do without you?”

You tell me to remember,
The tears that hurt,
The smiles that stuck,
The laughter that sang,
And how I fell into your hands.

“What are you doing?” You asked Sean as you stumbled down the stairs, your eyes watching as he huddled around the kitchen flickering back and forth.

“Nothing!” he shouted, “And no coming in, Chef at work!”  Before once again, chopping could be heard echoing after his voice.

“But Sean! It like 8 am, can’t I have breakfast?” you asked, but instead of the door slammed shut.

“You’ll see soon lassie! Go and chill, go back to bed even!” He tells you from the kitchen; sighing into defeat you do just that.  Engulfing yourself back into your covers, you fall in to a peaceful nap.

“Wakey wakey eggs and beacey!” came the shout of your annoying, brilliant boyfriend.
“What now?” You asked, he smirked before dragging you down stairs to a tablet filled with mixtures of breakfast food, but that wasn’t what surprised you, no. It was that all your friends where over, sitting at the table.

“Happy 10th anniversary, Lassie.” Sean says, as he kisses your forehead and pushes towards your friends.  You smirked, before turning to Sean, pulling out a small ring, nothing overly expensive but simple with the words inside writing ‘I love you’.

You opened his hand and smile as his face turn to shock. “ I want you to be fiancée if that okay?” You stumbled on your words as spluttering mess, but he couldn’t help but grow happier every single word spoken.

He gripped you tight into a hug, “Yes, yes, yes!” He murmurs into your ear as he pulls back and kisses you fully.

Oh how did you fall into his hand.