I’m not particularly good at ‘celebrity’; I don’t think it was something I was born to do. I think I can get by as an actor, but I’ve never been one for the red carpet and don’t put a lot of stock in celebrities that are famous for being famous.
requested by anon <3 prompt; If it’s not to much trouble may you do one where (Reader insert) is eating dinner with Jacksepticeye and ends up blurting out a question they’ve wondered ever since he’s been playing dream daddy; “Are you gay? Because not going to lie I think you and Markiplier would be the cutest couple on earth!” And jacksepticeye just stares at her before silently standing up and walking away. It’s more of a Jacksepticeye x best friend!reader it’s more comedic then romantic.
The bantering stops for a moment as the two of you
focus on slurping down your delicious food as fast as possible in fear of it
getting cold. You haven’t seen Sean in so long: the two of you grew up in the
same neighborhood, went to the same kindergarten and were even lucky enough to push
through high school in the same class. But he moved away after college, the two
of you kept in touch and you did go to visit him a few times, drove him home
out of that one college party where he got too drunk to walk back to his dorm…You
grin to yourself as you chew on your noodles. That was a really good party. A
real rager as the kids call it these days and you still regret not sticking
around and having a few shots.
Sean sure has changed over the years. He’s more open,
you realize. The side of him you didn’t really know about shines through
Youtube and you are a loyal subscribe, just like you are a loyal friend. A
recent video of his, of that game Dream Daddy, ticks in your mind and that
goofy smile is soon replaced with a lazy smirk as you set down your bowl,
finish chewing and call for his attention with the snap of your fingers, “Oi,
Jackspedicey.” Sean snorts.
You frown, “Hey, no, serious question.” He nods. “…Are
you gay?” Sean nearly chokes on his noodles, for a moment thinking that you’re
actually serious. You grin, “Because I think you and Markiplier would be the
cutest couple on earth!”
He doesn’t find it amusing however, as his expression
falls stoic and he stares at you, unblinking. A second later he sets down his
bowl harshly and a lone noodle flies onto the table. His chair screeches as he
stands up and promptly exits the kitchen. You don’t know whether you should
laugh or be worried that you genuinely upset him.
“SEPTIPLIER IS DEAD!” He screams from the other room.