Speed Is Key (Jacksepticeye x Reader)

Dinner

I closed my eyes blissfully as the hot water from my shower tumbled over my head and shoulders. I allowed myself to stand under the burning rain for only a few moments before lathering shampoo through my soft (h/c) hair. After I was finished in the shower, I toweled off and headed towards my room. I opened the white door and walked into my (f/c) room.

I pulled an outfit out of my closet that would be perfect for a casual celebration dinner with Mark, Bob, Wade, and Jack. I threw on a light coating of foundation, then applied some eyeshadow. I finished with a thin line of black eyeliner and coating of black mascara on my eyelashes. Staring into the mirror, I wondered what to do with my hair. I decided that loose curls would go perfectly with my outfit (a/n if you're hair's not long enough to be curled, leave it natural! :3) and set to work.

Half an hour later, I was slipping on my shoes and double-checking my appearance. I wondered why I was so nervous about looking good. Mark and the guys have seen me when I went without a shower for three days trying to save Hyrule. I guessed that it was the fact that Jack was coming too, and I wanted to leave a good impression on him.

My phone went off, signaling that I had a message from Mark.

"Hey, (Y/N). I'll be there in five minutes to pick you up."

I texted back an 'okay' and went back to my mirror. As I continued to fret over my face, I felt a furry thing push up against my leg. I screamed and jolted back. The culprit of my terror was sitting on the floor, meowing pitifully. My overweight calico cat nudged her head against my leg again.

"What's wrong, Mochi? You want some food? Huh?" I babytalked to her. She opened her mouth in a wide yawn and purred. "Alright, I'll get you some noms."

I went to the pantry and grabbed her treats. I shook a few onto the floor and put them away as she scarfed them up.

"Geez, Mochi," I huffed. "You'd think I never feed you, by the way you eat. But then again, look at your tummy. Huh, fat cat?" I laughed as she 'mrrow'-ed at me. I perked up as my doorbell rang. I sauntered over to the door, pulled it open, and was greeted by a smiling Mark Fisbach.

"Hey, (Y/N). You look great," he complimented. I smiled and stepped out of the house, locking the door behind me.

"You're not too shabby either," I laughed. It was true. Mark's hair was gelled to the side a bit, and he wore a long-sleeve blue collared shirt with a pair of jeans.

"Why thank you, milady. Shall we go forth to our chariot?" He asked with a bow and a goofy grin.

"Lead the way, dear Monsieur." I curtseyed and allowed him to lead me to the car. Wade and Bob were in the back, so I sat in the passenger seat next to Mark. We arrived at Angela's Italian Diner about fifteen minutes later. Wade informed us that Jack was waiting inside.

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It was late by the time we left the restaurant, and I'd had more than a few drinks. I was stumbling around the parking lot, laughing hysterically and leaning on Wade for support. Wade was the designated driver for the night, so he was dealing with a drunk Bob and Mark as well as a hammered me.

"I'll take her home if you want, Wade. I didn't drink anything," Jack offered.

"Thank you so much, dude. Hear that, (Y/N)? Jack's taking you home."

"Really? Thash grape! Onwardsh, we go fowrth!" I declared drunkenly. I allowed Wade to hand me off to our Irish friend, who wrapped his arm around my waist. Wade thanked him and left with Mark and Bob in tow.

As we stepped into Jack's car, he was very careful about making sure I didn't bang my head against the roof. He buckled me in the passenger seat and got into the driver's seat. It was really too bad that I wouldn't remember the sweet gesture the next day. The car ride went in silence until I leaned over and poked his cheek, trying to gain his attention.

"Psht. Heeey. Jaaack. JackJack. Jackyboy." I whined, continuing to poke him. He didn't take his eyes off the road when he answered.

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I'll strip for you. But only for you," I said with a completely serious face. Jack's eyes widened and he focused even harder on the road.

"Uh. Um. H-how about you don't do that?" He stuttered. I sighed and pouted.

"Don't you think I'm sexy?" I whined.

"Hey look, we're here!" He cried, sighing with relief as we pulled up into an apartment complex. He got out, then went around to my door to help me down.

As we entered the apartment, I kicked off my shoes and danced around.

"Home again, home again, jiggety jog!" I squealed. Jack only laughed nervously at my intoxicated state.

"Come on, (Y/N), let's get you to bed," he chided, leading me towards a bedroom. I fell asleep in minutes.