Speed Is Key (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Meet the Boss

I yawned as I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock, then tried to snuggle back into the warm covers. It was no use. My phone started buzzing as soon as my eyes closed. Groaning, I pulled myself into a half-assed sitting position and grabbed the annoying piece of technology. I had fifteen texts from my best friend, Mark.

"GOOD MORNING MY BEST FRIEND THE TRACK STAR."
"HEY (Y/N). (Y/N) WAKE UP."
"(Y/N)?"

And so on and so forth. The part about the track star made me scramble out of bed and fling my being towards the calendar. The date was circled over and over in red with the word 'championship'. Shit, I thought to myself. Today's the championship meet. I'd better get ready.

As I frantically threw together a balanced breakfast, my phone began to buzz again. A call from Mark. I picked up and put the silly Korean man on speaker.

"Hallo, dis is de house of de all-mighty human (Y/N), who be dis?"
I greeted comically in a fake German accent.

"Dis be the ravishing Markiplier,"
Mark replied in the voice he used in his video intros. You know, the deep one.

"Oh hallo, Markiplier," I said, pronouncing his channel name 'Mer-keh-plur'.

"Enough being weird. Are you ready for the meet today?" He asked. I sighed and shoved a spoonful of sausage-egg-and-cheese scramble into my mouth.

"Y'know, I'm actually kinda nervous. This is really a big deal. What if I screw up?" I worried. I could almost hear Mark's eyes rolling.

"You'll do fine. I'm bringing Wade and Bob to the meet to help cheer you on. Oh, and a surprise guest!"
Mark laughed. I furrowed my brow.

"Who?"

"Come on, (Y/N). It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" He taunted.

"Fine," I huffed. "I'll see you then. I've gotta get ready."


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Finally, they called my race. I double-checked my jersey that brought out the highlights in my (e/c) eyes, my track shoes, and my ponytail. Any and all flyaways were held back by a cloth headband that wrapped comfortably around my cranium. My opponents and I lined up along the painted line of the track. I got down into my stance, keeping on my toes. I cleared my mind with an inhale and exhale as I saw the referee raise his whistle to his lips. A shrill shriek came from the small piece of metal, and we were off.

I tore away from the rest with ease. My light frame propelled by my muscular legs as I practically flew across the track. I didn't look back, or at the crowd of spectators. I heard them, though. I heard Mark, Bob, and Wade screaming my name as I sprinted towards the finish. I heard a voice that I didn't recognize somewhere in the mix, screaming something about speed. I ran harder than had been and by the time I crossed the line, I probably looked like a gazelle running from a lion.

Trotting over to my team's bench, I high-fived Coach Landers and grabbed my water bottle.

"Really great work out there, (Y/N). You came in first!" he gushed. I was only a sophomore in college, but I was his top runner.

"Thanks, coach," I smiled. We won. Another championship down.

When it all came to an end and it was time to go, I found Mark and the guys waiting for me, along with someone new.

"Hey, Mark. Bob. Wade." I greeted, nodding to each one in turn. Mark tossed me a towel and I smiled gratefully.

"No hugs until you shower." He chided sternly, earning a playful glare from me.

"Whatever you say, Markimoo. Who's this?" I questioned, motioning to the unknown male standing awkwardly next to Wade.

"(Y/N), this is my friend Sean. But he goes by Jack." Mark introduced. I smiled at Jack and stuck my hand out.

"I'm (Y/N), it's nice to meet you."

"I'm Jack," he responded with an Irish accent and shook my hand. "Mark never mentioned you were pretty."

I was thankful that my face was still red from the race so he couldn't see my blush. "You're not so bad-looking yourself, sir."

He smiled and looked down, adjusting his gray hat. I decided to change the topic. "So how do you know Mark and the rest of the gang?"

"Oh, I game with them sometimes." He replied nonchalantly. I perked up.

"You're a YouTuber too?" I asked, a grin beginning to grow. I loved being friends with YouTubers. They were always so full of energy.

"Yeah! My channel name is jacksepticeye." He chirped, clearly excited. Realization hit me like a hurricane.

"Holy fuck! I love your channel! I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you at first! I'm just so out of it from the race that I..." I trailed of, realizing that as I was babbling, Jack had started laughing.

"(Y/N), it's okay! Oh, and by the way, you were great out there." Jack praised, still giggling. "Did you hear me scream that speed is key?"

I facepalmed and laughed along with him. Of course that's what I had heard!

Mark cleared his throat loudly and I turned my attention to him.

"If you lovebirds would kindly return to the present, we need to get Speedy Gonzales here home and to the shower. No offense, (Y/N), but you smell like a boiled squirrel."