SKEPPY × READER fanfic

Chapter 10 - Day Two

It's the second day of this "flirting competition" you're having with Skeppy. Things are going alright, but he is really good at this stuff. A bit better than you.

Probably because he trolls with flirting all time. That's all this is anyways. A big troll.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

You slap your alarm clock off your side table and realize you fell asleep without changing into pajamas.

You drag yourself out of bed and hop in the shower, exhausted from staying up late watching the first ever trio podcast. It was worth it though. Bad's face reveal a big surprise and it made the video really entertaining to watch.

I can't believe he didn't do facecam for so long. It's so much more fun to see his actual reactions to stuff.

You rinse the shampoo out of your hair, trying to avoid getting soap in your eyes like you did the other day. You're not the most coordinated person in the world, clearly.

You finish your shower and towel dry off, glancing at yourself in the mirror.

Does Skeppy really think that face is beautiful? He must have been really tired. Or he's delusional.

You check your phone and notice a missed call from Skeppy himself.

And a voicemail too!

You press play and listen, smiling.

"Good morning y/n! Hope you slept well last night. Did you watch the trio podcast we put out? You probably did. What did you think? Wait this is a voicemail you can't really respond. Whatever. Text me when you wake up okay? Dang it I did it again. You can't respond. Stupid Zak. Okay byeee!"

You decide to text him back.

Yes I watched the podcast, and it was really funny. I can't believe Bad actually showed his face! - Y/n 11:19

You walk into the kitchen to grab yourself some breakfast, but step on something on the way. It's a red solo cup.

Not again.

You quickly look around your apartment and realize the floor is covered in empty cups and cans and mounds of confetti. Empty beer bottles are strewn across your counter. You sigh, kicking a few out of the way and heading towards the fridge.

I'll clean up my roommate's mess later.

You open the fridge and what a surprise. There's nothing in it besides an orange and a glass of water.

Who puts a glass of water in the fridge? Just pour it out my gosh. Oh well. I guess I'll go get breakfast somewhere.

You slip on some vans and your Skeppy hoodie that had arrived in the mail last week. It was freshly washed and smelled like flowers.

Just as you open the front door to leave, your roommate calls from down the hallway.

"Y/n can you come here?" a male voice yells loudly.

"Yeah Brad, coming." You trudge over to him and cross your arms. "What do you want?"

"My girlfriend wants me to move in with her she told me last night," he slurs from his bed, hungover.

"Okay, great. Less messes for me to clean up. Good riddance." You whirl around, then pause, turning back to Brad. "Wait how am I supposed to pay rent all on my own?"

"You're ssssmart. You'll figure something out. Anyways, I'll be gone by tomorrow. My ggggirlfriend is coming over to help pack right nowww."

"Whatever Brad. I'm going to get breakfast and then get some food since you ATE ALL OF IT. Bye."

You slam the door on your way out for good measure.

Okay, two choices. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts. Hmmm. Starbucks I think.

You go through the drive through and order a tall iced vanilla mocha with extra whipped cream and light ice. You pair that with a vanilla cake pop. The usual.

After paying, you park in the lot and enjoy your breakfast. It's extremely sweet, but it helps calm you down after yelling at your roommate.

Chucking the trash in the back of your car to throw away later, you speed to the local Target. Hopefully it will take long enough so that Brad's girlfriend will be gone by the time you get home.

She's such a bitch. Thinks I'm trying to date her asshole of a boyfriend. And constantly complains about it.

You pull a shopping cart from the mess of them crammed together near the front of the store. You make a beeline for the Halloween candy section, craving more sweetness for later.

There's so many to choose from. How will I ever pick just one package? Well actually, what's stopping me from taking two?

Standing on tip toes, you reach for a package of assorted lollipops like blow pops and tootsie pops. You accidentally make eye contact with someone from the next aisle over through the shelves of colorful candy packages.

The face is familiar, almost like you've seen them many times before, just never in person.

"Skeppy?"