Septic Blood |JackSepticEye X Reader

Chapter One- Coffee

Dedicated to: DameonIsABat, whom has quite the crush on Jack.

Jack POV

Darkness surrounded me as the fire began to flicker out. I had to do something quick. I searched through my bag, only finding small bits of grass and a few wrapped piles of dung. Great, no wood. I tossed a dung wrap into the dying flames, a sudden burst of warmth and fire rushing upwards. I stumbled back. Alright then... shit was flammable.

I paused the game, spinning around in my computer chair and glancing about the room. Nothing much had changed since my roommates moved away. A few Septic eye posters, drawings, and paintings adorned the walls from Indy Pop Con. The bracelets that my fans had made were strapped to my wrists. Hats, pillows, and a stray hoodie or two sat hanging in my far closet. On my bed, several dozen Sams laid across the headboard and pillows. My desk held the original Sam, a clay statue of me, and a few other smaller gifts from the fandom.

Come to think of it, a lot has changed. It had become more... me. Green and blue accents downstairs along with the gifts from fans. Everything felt homey, though. I glanced at the clock, the hands reading 10AM. Holy crap, have I been up all night? Ah, well. Sleep is for the weak. My stomach growled in compliance, food was a need, however.

I shifted my body to a standing position, travelling downstairs to attack the cupboards. I opened two side-by-side, glancing in at the contents. With a smile, I snatched up a package of sugar cookies, allowing the doors to close with a clack of wood. I plopped into a bar stool, tearing open the package with my teeth as I checked my phone for Twitter.

A few hundreds of notifications filed through all at once, making me quickly shut off my volume before my speaker exploded.

"Jesus Christ, people like to spam me!" I said to myself. More and more notifications popped in, myself giving up and turning off my screen.

I took a cookie into my mouth and took a bite, sweetness making my tongue buzz. Ah, sweet, sweet cookies. The best thing ever made. But, I needed coffee; not just homemade, I needed Starbucks. I ran back upstairs, snatching up my keys and a green hoodie. The hoodie I pulled over my head and down my torso, shoving the keys into my pocket.

Outside, I hopped into my car, started it, and drove into town. A cookie still in my mouth.

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Your POV

You walked down a street lined on both sides with small shops. Here was where you chose to get away from your abusive father and step-mother. Ireland; a secluded, old-time place with the home of the loudest and adorable YouTuber, JackSepticEye. Sean was your favorite, and every video you watched, he only grew closer to you. He seemed to be the closest person to run to, since England wasn't too far from here.

Wearing warmer clothes was also a great idea; Fuzz-lined jeans, a fake-fur coat, long sleeved shirt, and blue and white converse. A blue rabbit hat with the pull-on strings over the ears was stored in your f/c overnight bag, just in case it got too cold. But without a place to actually go, it was hard to see staying as an option.

Then you spotted a Starbucks. Worry of a place to stay melted instantly as you walked inside. The strong scent of coffee, cinnamon, and just plain sweet flooded you in an ocean of comfort and welcome. You smiled, wandering over to the counter.

"Hello, hon." a cheery woman said, wearing a blue and green t-shirt behind her green apron. "What can I get you?" she asked.

"Medium cappuccino, please." you replied, the thirst for coffee growing quite strong.

She nodded, yourself giving her the payment. Now with a small wait, you glanced around. Nothing too special and definitely nothing different. Everything was normal.

"Here you are, hon." the woman said, handing you your steaming coffee.

"Thank you- hey. Is that a JSE shirt?" you asked, noticing the small Sam on the sleeve.

"Oh. Actually, yes! You're a fan, I see." You nodded, of course you were. You noted the key chain of a smaller Sam dangling from your overnight bag. She smiled, "Hope you get to meet him one day, hon."

"Thanks. You too." you nodded, took your coffee, and started for the door. As you walked out and the doors shut behind you, you ran into a man. Coffee spilled everywhere.

"Gaaah..." he said, his accent definitely Irish. He held out his arms, a dark brown stain dripping down his bright green hoodie.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" you tried to help, his hand only pushing you away.

"It's alright." he looked up at you, making you blush madly. His ice blue eyes locked onto yours, both of you standing there staring at each other for a few moments. You couldn't believe it; you'd run into Sean. JackSepticEye. Your favorite YouTuber. And you'd spilled your hot coffee all down his signature hoodie.