Mistakes Like This [Jacksepticeye x Reader] |DISCONTINUED|

-; 2

[Sean's POV]

I saw her glance down at the coffee cup I had dropped to catch her. She probably knew who I was, I wasn't expecting anything suprsing. She did or didn't. Doesn't matter.

"How can I trust you? You're just some guy who somehow managed to catch me."

Ouch?

"I know, props to you for not trusting a stranger, but do you know who I am?" I inquired the young lady, she looked about early twenties. Im 27! Ahh youth.

Her gazed shifted and she rubbed her arm. " ..yeah, I know who you are..  'seen you in.. the newspapers—" I heard her voice shrink, back to the trembling state it was once in. I held out a hand, people had already been back on their way. "So.. if you'd like.. — you have the right away to reject me, I am a stranger, but! If you'd like to join me for some coffee..? Again? You look pale and fragile, just thought it would be a nice gesture." I shrugged my shoulders, and scratched the scruff on my chin, now awkwardly looking away from her.

[2nd POV]

I dashed out of my parents house, frantically running. The sun had set when this entire scene went on, I'd been running since. I ran, walked, napped, and repeated. It was about noon when this thing occurred. I went about half a day, alone, on the streets. I must smell disgusting.

"Really..? You'd actually do that for me? Like.. me. I'm a random girl, running from home. How do you know I won't try to kill you?" Sean was already walking towards Starbucks. "Hey!! Arent you listening to me? ..At all?" "You won't try and kill me," he chuckled smoothly, god, his accent was so nice. Nice looks, but of course everyone feels this way, it's common, I guess. "Uh, how do you know?"

"You simply wont, sweetheart."

Your heart skipped a beat, "sweetheart?" You looked up at him, he wasn't that tall, but not short either. 5'10"? 5'9"? eh, maybe. "What?" Sean tried making eye contact but you turned away, "is it okay if i called you that? Never caught your name." Sean opened the door to starbucks, the coffee smell hitting you like a winter breeze.

"Never threw it."

Sean looked at you, eyes wide. "Well, may I have it?" "(Y/N)." you stated sweetly. "Cute name, Im Sean, but i guess you know me as Jack..? On camera." He shrugged, stretching. "I finished my uploads for today, Outlast 2 and a game called kindergarten." "Oh, cool. Well iiiim gonna go to the bathroom?" You walked off, "oh uh, okay.."

You walked to the bathroom, and locked the door and dropped both of your bags to the floor. Pulling out a brush and some perfume, brushing out your (h/l) locks, and spraying on a little perfume. It wasn't really used to .. impress? You shrugged in the mirror and walked out, seeing Sean order two coffees.

I mean, you already knew he was gonna take his black, not knowing what your preference was, he probably ordered another black. You didn't mind of course.

Taking a seat at a nearby table, he came back and set them both down. "Uh, I didn't know if you liked coffee or not— so I just ordered a black with some cream and sugar? I hope thats okay" Sean sat down across from you, taking a sip of his coffee and lifting a brow.

You felt your face get hot. "Listen.. uh jack? Sean?—"

"Sean is fine, I don't​ mind." He smiled and laughed slightly.

"Okay, well," you shifted, picking at the hem of your shirt. "I guess I should tell you what happened with me? You seem to care enough so; anyway. Last night my parents told me that it was time for me to leave? Not literally get out of the house, but like?.." You sighed, picking at your nails, "but I wasn't having a good day? I got so damn angry that I just left. And I wasn't gonna come back. I have no where to go and i look and feel disgusting." You took a drink of the  coffee he had ordered for you, a nice warm drink in your system seemed to calm you.

He was silent and hesitant for a moment, trying to find the words. "Look, (Y/N), I'm so sorry that they would bring that upon you like that." Sean ran a hand through his messy, faded green hair. It was still quite poofy and the sides were shaved. He looked good, but, when did he not?

"Well, if it means anything to be me, you could stay at my place.. until things get worked.. out?" His pitch got higher as he ended the sentence, smoothing out his light blue shirt. You slumped back in the seat, "do you really mean that? didn't you have a—?"

"Signe, yes, I know.." He picked at a hole in his skinny jeans, you weren't actually looking, but you could tell by the slight little sound. "Things, somehow managed to fall apart? I never announced this but its been maybe a month or two since she moved out. I've been lonely, so I think more ' human interaction ' would be fine.

"The choice is yours, of course." He shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. You noticed some people were staring, "I mean, yes. I'd be honoured if you'd let me stay. Thanks." You smiled slightly and noticed outside, it started to pour.

"Yeah! No problem!" He followed your gaze to the window and the rush of people scampering to get back home. "Well shit. Thats a twist in my panties if you catch my drift." He had to contain his giggle, and so did you. "Ew Sean wears PANTIES!" He coughed loudly, trying to get you to shush. "Ohh no (Y/N)!!" Before you knew it he had taken off his leather jacket and slipped it around you. "Alright, finish your coffee. Chug! Chug! Chug!"

You gasped, oddly offended. "Fine, asshole." you murmured. "Hmm do I have to let you stayy?" He teased, giggling. You glared, and chugged away at your coffee. Sean had already finished his. "See? You did great." He laughed.

"Was there a reason why I was told to chug?" "Yes. We're running back to my apartment, (Y/N). It's raining. But what is Ireland without rain?"

"hmm.. not ireland."

"liking your sense of humor!"

Sean's leather jacket felt warm around your body, and it smelled like him. "Put up the hood." "Well what about you?" "Ill be okay!" He held out his hand and you gladly took it, blushing. Sean took noticed and smiled warmly, pulling you along as he opened the door, looked at you, and dipped out.

The rain was cold as it hit your face, the cold shock nearly taking your breath away. "SORRY FOR RUNNING!" the award winning yell. You laughed, shouting back, "OHH! THE IRONY!"

And all your makeup's runnin'..

And I'm walking you home.