The Gamer-Lympics (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Five

Jack

30 minutes passed, I'm finally coming down from the DMT. I tried googling it for an hour but managed find which the one I was on. And because (Y/n) told me what substances were held there. Apparently in that mix Ecstasy was present and we both were on it too. Though the battle now was getting (Y/n) to bed. She's on another level of high.

I was absolutely exhausted too.  "Top of the morning to ya, lad, my name is Celesté and I'm so so blasted!" She screeched so loud I had to tell her to lower her voice. Though I kinda laughing at the way she was behaving. In the elevator, I punched the button to the 3rd floor and exhaled.  "Sean, why did you really come after me?"

"Because I was worried you were going to get hurt. Look at you," her head falls to her noodle legs.  "And you're into that, you know drugs and parties?"

"I don't know. This is the first time I actually did a lot after a while, I was a delinquent. But I know better now."

I sighed, "lets just put you to bed." The elevator doors opened and I literally almost carry her. Inside her rather cool looking apartment, I set down yet on her bed, took her shoes off.  "I'll be out," I whispered to her.

Standing in the middle of her living room I had to pause to admire how cool (Y/n)'s place is. Around her tv were shelves with a lot pictures on frames, of her on gaming competitions.  E-sports, COD Championship, wow even Chess Tournaments. That's impressive.

(Y/n) is smarter than I thought, beating her in an actual game is difficult. I'm gonna have to understand her to learn the correct way play.

The next morning I was awaken by the ringing of my phone. My arm stretched to grab it accidently answering the 15th FaceTime.

"Buddy where did you go? I was looking for you yesterday." Mark says eyebrow raised at my messed up face.  "That doesn't look like the hotel." 

"I-I uh I'm at (Y/n)'s but let me--"

"What are you doing there, Jack! You're gonna get in deep shit trouble if you're seen."

"It was completely platonic, you see we both had a trippy night and rescue. Look I'll explain to you..." (Y/n) walks out of her bedroom almost in a suit. Her makeup done, her boots shined as her eyes did.  "You look be--like a CEO." I tell her and giggles. "A butler, more like. I work now until six, do you want a ride?"

"Can you take me to Mark's?"

She nodded and stood up still having Mark on my screen grinning. "See ya," I hang up.

As I step next to (Y/n) she moved in front of me. Her arms flung around in a tight hug, it didnt take me a second to I hug her back. Her sweet perfume went up my nose.  "Thank you Sean, you're the best."

"You're welcome (Y/n)," I smiled at her and she lowered her head then headed out the door.

As she drove she shook ber head a lot and would look at me for a second.  "I'm sorry you had to see like I did. I was being stupid and I won't do shit like that again, I swear on my life."

"Alright, I mean I got to Celesté in her crazy moments." I show her a video of her saying weird crap while tripping and her face was priceless.  "Don't you dare post that, Jacky boy. I'll kill you." She laughs and pulls into Mark's driveway.  "So you're staying in a hotel, you're just visiting?"

I nod, "yeah I came here for the Comic-Con. I fly back home in a week."

Her face broke but she quickly fixed it to a normal one, "oh..thats a bummer. Um okay I'm going to work but I promise I will text you when I can."

I smiled again then got off her car. I really wanted to kiss her there. Its gonna kill me to go back home cause who knows what will happen in a week. I didn't get to Mark's doorstep because he had already opened the door and was stomping his foot.  "Get in here you Irish bastard."

"I did not sleep with (Y/n), Markimoo. I swear."

"It doesn't matter Sean, (Y/n) is seventeen. You can't just be seen with her the way you were last night."

He pulls up a snap taken taken last night by someone. It was captioned 'In sickness n in health, King' while the snap showed me holding (Y/n) close prior guiding her away from the picnic table.  "They already know I like her so I why is that bad?"

Mark's mouth opens wide,  "I knew you liked her! But still even if fans agree with it its wrong. And you know why."

"So what am I supposed to do wait until she turns 18?"

"If thats what it takes. I just dont want things getting out of hand with the whole she's a minor."

I take my jacket off and slumped on the sofa, having Chica firmly go up on my face.  "I'm going back to England, Mark, I want to know (Y/n) before that."

Mark placed his hands on his hips.  "Stream more often together, collab, drop hints and then surprise her. Nobody would care anyway. You're practically married to the internet's eyes." He laughs so I laugh too but in reality I'm already planning what to do.

Half of the fandom is with us but there's always the other half that doesn't agree with it. I dont care about it I just dont want her to be hurt because of it.  "Actually can I use your set?"

After Mark let me go in and use his recording room I decided to go live on YouTube.  "TOP OF THE MORNIN TO YA LADDIES, My name is Jacksepticeye. I know this is not my room, weird but I have things to say."

The chat blew up with question marks followed my moon emojis. That's my cue.
I splayed on the chair and spun trying to think of a way to approach this. The chat already has comments asking I'm going to confess or announce what they want me to.
"So there is a little rumor floating around called Celestéye..." I hold up a screenshot of an account named after our ship name.  "A verified fan account, how and just why?"

I wait for another explosion. Too fast it went up like hell. 

-You two are perfect.
-Have you seen yourself looking at Celesté?
-You look at her like a piece of candy.
-Quite frankly she does want some of that bitter Irish whiskey if you know what I mean hahahah ;)

I mean, they aren't wrong.  "Listen guys, (Y/n) and I are aware of your little schemes but I'm not here to confirm or deny anything."

I pause to read some comments. They're all putting shit and laughing emojis. Yeah I know they know I'm bullshitting but thats the plan.  "That snap that surfaced almost everywhere, think what you want to think. The full story is locked on browser that frankly may or may not release."

A smirk grew on my face as I watched the chat blow up with dissapointment. They're gonna take this matter elsewhere and that elsewhere is (Y/n). After at least two hours of the live stream I ended it and walked to the living room where Mark and Amy were. "I need to go back to the hotel."

"Got a date?"

"Yeah I do actually."

"Lower your tone," He chuckled.  "That's like pressing a pillow up against a horn. I CANT LOWER MY TONE."

Mark got up, swinging his keys in his fingers.  "Buy the thin condoms, and make sure you smell good. Ladies love cologne, but I don't know if (Y/n) likes potatoes." Amy started laughing at Marks comment and I actually laughed too but hit him on the back of the head.  "You'll see how much she'll LOVE my sack of potatoes."

"There you go Jakaboy!" I'm so doomed.