The Gamer-Lympics (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Twenty Seven

Jack

"I'm not upset that he defeated me, I'm angry that he sneered at me, made fun of me after messing up my play. It was humiliating..."

I never stooped so low. I didn't mean to mock her or fuck up her game the way I did. I just wanted to hurt her the way she did me. Now both our fanbases are at war, some of my fans are attacking her fans and hers are attacking mine regarding the situation. This did not go the way I intended it to go.

To be honest I don't know why I stayed in this tournament. I only did it because of (Y/n)and now I eliminated her. I should have just quit when we broke up. But I've been trying to communicate with her and she won't buzz me back. Not even read it.

(Y/n) I'm really sorry. It wasn't my intent to embarrass you and I would never do it again. I'll forfit my place in the tournament if its what it takes for you to talk to me.

She didn't answer that either. I've tried to contact Severus and he says (Y/n) knows I've been trying to get a hold if her.  "She said not to forfit or THEN she'll never talk to you." He said over the line. I'll believe it and not believe it at the same time.

"Ask her if she wants to talk to me now?"

"Uuhh (Y/n) left to get some food. Maybe later. You can try to talk to her when we go to the L.A. show."

"Oh YEAH I forgot you're going. I guess I'll see you there, Severus."

We ended the call there. I manage to keep my sanity in tact by spending time with my elves. I made a ton of videos to keep my mind off (Y/n). The L.A. show came around pretty quick, I didn't rember the days. I feel like this tour bus is growing on me, I've been stuck with it for so long. Before the show started I had a little time to roam the theatre without being seen by the crowd.

I could see who attended. There was too many people for me to recognize Severus or (Y/n). Most were sitting down though a lot are walking up and down the aisle. I didn't see them at meet & greet so they must be around here. Then I saw her. She wore the red PMA lol beanie.

I rushed backstageand peaked behind the curtains. Severus and her sat by the 3rd row so I tried to get the attention of them. At this point I'm desperate to have give me a sign of forgiveness.

Back to (Y/n)'s POV

I've never felt so awkward in a crowd. A few people actually recognize that I'm here but choose not to bother. This is the first time I attend Jack's show as a literal guest. Before I would simply be backstage or in the first row. Though it feels nice to enjoy it as every other person in here.

On the side of the stage Sean stood there waiting for his intro to finish. After it all went black he came up and the place blew up with cheers. As he walked to the stage our eyes quickly found each other even when its dark.  "Everyone," he says into the mic, then putting his index finger up to his lips. 

Nothing scares me more tham the level of obedience these people have for Sean. Its funny.  "(Y/n), I know you hate public speeches but you're going to hear it. I publicly humiliated you so I think it's fair I publicly apologize."

My back sank into the seat with every word. People behind me were losing their minds fangirling. "I'm sorry I mocked you, I'm sorry I humiliated you. I'm idiot and I wasn't thinking. I just hoping you'll forgive me." Sean looked directly at me. 

Therefore everyone knew where I'm currently sitting at.  "C'mon," Severus whispered. I stand up smiling a little,  "of course I forgive you, green bean."

A few screeches were heard.

My phone began to ring so embarrassingly fiddle to silence it while Sean jokingly looks at me annoyed for not doing so prior the show. It was an email from the dean of the Championship.

Dear Celesté,

NiteGangAtNite has been disqualified from the tournament for actively attempting to boost his score on the leaderboard. I'm happy to announce that the second place holder (you) will be battling Jacksepticeye for the Gamer-Lympic title in Ireland.

Best of luck!

I nearly shouted in happiness, holy shit. This is my time to get back in the spotlight. "So you better win the Gamer-Lympics or you're officially a sore loser." 

"Ooooff," he says.  "What makes you say that? Of course I'm going to win."

"Not if I can help it, I'm back in."

Sean takes out his phone for a second to look at leaderboard on the website. I think we've ruined the show for these people. "Jaysas Christ she is back in the finals. You agaisnt me. You hear that my beautiful elves?"

Everyones screams.  "You're in my territory. This is all Jacksepticeye." Again my ears were pierced by shouting and chanting his Jack. I put my hands up in defeat then said,  "I'll get my army back, Jackaboy."

We both smirk and from afar we do out little fist bump and dab as the fans began to chant n shit.

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"He's going to destroy you (Y/n)."

"Thanks for the support Mark." I shove him, making him sit his ass back down.  "The audience get to choose the games. The final round is going to be any game on Nintendo switch. Smash Bros has most votes for now."

"So? I know how to play it?"

His brow rised,  "no (Y/n), Jack is stupid good at Smash ehem. If you want to beat him you gotta learn to spike."

I'm assuming he's very brutal at spiking if Mark wants me to play Smash with him. The Gamer-Lympics Championship are very soon. Markiplier and Amy are both going with me as Team Celesté. Speaking of which, I created this live stream that will stay up until after the tournament ends. Which records how many subscribers join either Team Jacksepticeye or Team Celesté.

Pretty much they're both at the same level.

"Look at it! LOOK AT IT." I show the camera the E-Sports gaming jersey I'm required to wear sent by the Dean. The back of it had my nametag in cursive, purple, and had moon charms. Plus a thousand sponsors. 

"This is sick, kinda like a V-neck. Noice noice."

I slipped it on, fit like a glove.  "Doesn't this look like a winner to you?"

"More like dinner."

I look at the door at Mark holding his phone with Jack's live face on it.  "Oh look Gladys the gladiator." I told him as I walk over to Mark.  "That aint it."

"You know what else aint it?"

"What?"

"You winning!!! Team Celesté." I screamed at my camera and I needed to see the comments blow up with hearts.  "HA what team are we?" Sean turns the camera toward a crowd that screamed "Jacksepticeye!"

I flipped him off then ended the call myself. Mark laughed at it,  "You better get your stuff ready."

I cussed and ended my live stream.

Two hours later Mark, Amy and I traveled to the airport. As we waited for our flight to take off I read details about the Championship. "This joint is going to be televised omg! I love it!"

Mark nodded at me even though he's not paying attention to me, he's looking at his phone.  "Just send it," Amy says.