Fangirl's War (Jacksepticeye X Reader)

On the Move

2nd Person

You were woken by an annoying beeping coming from your alarm clock on your bedside table. 7:30. Time to get up. Groaning, you turned over and slammed your hand down on the 'snooze' button.

You were moving away to pursue your career in acting, but you didn't really want to leave this house. You'd lived in here since your parents passed away when you were thirteen. You didn't need a guardian any more as you had just turned eighteen. This had been your guardian's house, but he had two houses and agreed to let you live in this one. So you didn't need to move all of the furniture.

You dragged yourself up out of your bed and got dressed in a (f/c) long sleeved top with the words 'SPEED IS KEY!' written across it and simple black travel pants.
Trudging to the bathroom, you attempted to put a brush through your bird's nest of a morning hairdo. The (h/c) hair was sticking up all over the place. After around ten minutes you gave up and put it in a messy bun, because no one can judge you for how messy it is if it's meant to look like that.
You brushed your teeth and washed your face with cold water to try and wake yourself up a little more before the drive.

Just as you were about to pack the last of your things that you had used in the morning, the doorbell rang.

You speedwalked to the door with your toast in your mouth only to have it opened in your face. Before you could even see who it was you were engulfed in a bone-crushing hug.

"IF YOU DIE I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL COME TO HELL AND KILL YOU AGAIN!"

Ah, it was Alex.
Alex had been your best friend since you met in nursery (kindergarten for Americans) and since then you had only grown closer. Her parents would let her do practically anything, so she had dyed her hair red to mimic Markiplier by the time she was ten.

"I'm not going to die!" you said through your toast, trying to escape your friend's embrace. She seemed to realise she was slowly strangling you and let go, only to shove a wrapped box in your face. You took your toast out of your mouth and set it back on the plate you were carrying. "Oh, Alex, you didn't have to-"
"I don't give a damn, I did," she cut you off and placed it in your hands.

You beckoned her into the living room and told her to sit down. Upon untying the small blue bow, unwrapping the green paper and opening the box, you let out a high-pitched fangirl squeal.

"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!"

You hugged the adorable green and blue plush eyeball to your chest and continued your fit of unholy screeching while Alex laughed at your reaction.
"Oh my god, thank you so much Alex! He's adorable! Aaah!" you practically screamed in her ear.
"You're welcome, Miss Billy," she said grinning, as she knew you hated that character. You stuck your middle finger up at her, but you both knew you were joking despite the deadpan expression on your face.

Alex reached over to your plate which you had set down on the coffee table and stole the piece of toast that you didn't take a big Bite Of.
"Thank you," she said smugly earning a playful slap on the arm from you.

You talked with Alex for around an hour, and it soon turned to YouTube as it usually did.
"Doesn't Jack live where you're going?" Alex pointed out. She was talking about Jacksepticeye, the YouTuber you had been crushing on since you first happened upon his channel. That was before your parents passed away, and you would often pester them with asking to go to Ireland because that was where he lived at that point.
Alex was right. He did live in Brighton. You took a moment to process the information that you could be within a ten-mile radius of your favourite YouTuber and huge crush.

Alex passed a hand in front of you to try and bring you back to the present. "You're right!" you yelled, snapping out of your trance.
"That's it, I'm coming," Alex said standing up.
"But how? My car is full of my stuff, and I'm pretty sure I'll be being probed by my lamp when I'm driving because there's barely enough room for me," you said, but Alex was having none of it.
"I'm getting in your suitcase. You can't stop me so don't even try," she said. She looked like she was being completely serious, but you knew her well enough to know that she wanted to be being serious so that she could come. But she knew she couldn't so she played it off as a joke.