Blue-Eyed Day Dreamer (Jacksepticeye x Female Reader)

Getting Ready to Pack

As I sit in my room, watching my favorite Markiplier, PewDiePie, and Jacksepticeye videos, I get a FaceTime call. The name said
"Littlest Potato"

"Oh my gosh!! It's Isaac!!"

Isaac is my cousin in Northern Ireland, one of many, that I talk to from time to time. He's visited America in the past and was in awe of all the coffee houses we had. For an energetic Irishman, he could gulp down a good cup of joe, and turn into Sonic. As a gift, every now and again, I send him a giant can of McDonald's coffee to him, because it was his favorite coffee brand.
As I answer the call, I see his bright green eyes and Cheshire cat smile looking my way.
"Hey there Little Potato!" I began, happy to see my loud cousin.
"Hiya, Y/N!" he screams, making my headphones vibrate and explode with sound.

"Hey, I still need my ears cuz."

"I'm sorry." he apologized, his thick accent making his apology sound more adorable than ever. "By the way, I got my present you sent me!" He lifted up a giant can of coffee up to his face.

"Hahaha. Well, consider it an early birthday gift!"

"Speaking of my birthday... "

"Why do I feel like this is gonna be another one of your hair-brained ideas?"

" 'Cause it is!" he said quite excited. "Check your e-mail real quick!"

I went to my F/C laptop, and opened my e-mail. Spam, ad for some hair care product, airline ticket...
Wait a minute...
Airline ticket?!

"Isaac..." I start.

"Yes Y/N?" he said batting his eyes like he was innocent.

"WAT DID YOU JUS DO??!?!"

"I booked you a flight to Ireland to celebrate with me and all our other family! Also, I need my ears too."

"Sorry. But, really?! A trip to see you in Ireland? This is gonna be sweeeet!!!"

"I know. Also, who knows, you could meet one of your 'Headphone Heroes.' "

"Their called my 'Heroes With Headphones', Isaac. Get it right." I say flipping my hair with great sas.

"Oh, well excuse me!" He continued sarcastically. "Well, either way, get ta packin'! Your flight is booked for two days from now."

"And you just decided to tell me NOW?!" I yell.

"Yea..... why?"

I gave him my usual "You know 'why' you Little Potato" look.

"Did I do a bad..." he said in the sweetest way possible.

"Yes, yes you did." I say in my best Irish accent.

"Then I guess I'll let you pack. Bye-bye Y/N!"

"See ya Little Potato."

After I hung up the call, I got my F/C suitcase, and began packing. Every time I heard about Ireland, I've heard it's humid and hot around this time of year, so I grabbed my favorite pairs of shorts, a couple of tank-tops, my Booper Dooper t-shirt, and a nice dress, just in case we go out to some fancy place. So I could have a cuddly companion while I sleep, I brought my Tiny Box Tim plushie and Sammie Septiceye plushie.
As I put Tiny Box Tim in the suitcase, I kept glancing at the signature on it. When I went to Pax East, I got to meet Markiplier, and he signed my Tiny Box Tim plush. He even did the little voice as he gave him back to me.