So far Jack had made the last week some of the best days of your life.

After the wonderful evening at Grafton Street, Jack had made sure to make the days after just as fun. You went to some historical sites while Jack commentated (his loud remarks earned you both a few stern looks from passersby) and some other great places in Ireland. Despite his rather obscene vocabulary, he was well acquainted with his history and explained it in an entertaining way. He took you to a great, towering forest once, only to run off in the trees to make you find him. You had found him yelling at an acorn that fell off a tree branch and hit him square on the head. "Fuckin' bastard acorn," he muttered, as you led him away. Afterwards, Jack took you to a restaurant that, according to Jack, had "the best fucking sandwiches known to our species the homo sapiens". 

"So, Jack," you had mumbled through a mouthful of sandwich. Jack was correct; these things were great. Divine. Sinful to the mouth good. You wondered how Jack managed to find all these amazing places to go and eat. A devious grin curled its way across your face. "How do you feel about the whole Septiplier thing?" Jack stopped chewing, eyebrows raised. You thought you saw the light from his eyes dim for that moment. He put down his sandwich and gave a dramatic sigh.

"Well, Y/N," Jack said remorsefully. "He's a good husband, but he's so fuckin' loud. I say to him, "Mark, hon. Will ya shut it fer one second?" and then he goes," Jack imitated Markiplier's deeper voice. ""No. I'm yer bitch so ya gotta put up with it." or some sassy shit, and I want ta knife myself." You bursted out laughing, covering your mouth to prevent sandwich bits from catapulting out. "What? Are ya mocking my husband?" Jack deadpanned. You took a deep breath, attempting to control your guffawing. Then the man grinned, joining in on the laughter. Then, Jack sobered. "Honestly, the whole Septiplier thing is fun and all as long as nobody is getting hurt and stuff. When things like smut gets pushed into people's faces, into our faces, then it's getting out of hand. But other than that, it's all a jest. Mark and I, to the dismay of the internet, aren't gay." You nodded thoughtfully. Jack was clear with what he meant; people do what they want, but they shouldn't push it on others.

"I totally agree." You sipped on your drink. "Like, in that fact that pushing stuff into people's faces isn't cool. Respect is really important, online or in real life." Jack smiled. 

"Yer on the money, Y/N." You and Jack finished up and he walked you back to your hotel. 

You remember that day with a sigh, scrolling through selfies Jack took when you gave him your phone to look after the other day. He hand his hand covering part of his face, smooshing it. He looked ridiculous, which made you smile. Suddenly, your phone buzzes. It's Jack.

Y/N, you ready yet? I'm outside! Get your ass out here! I've got a surprise!

You shoot up from your slouching position on the bed. Fuck. You forgot Jack had planned something today, but wouldn't tell you about it. Then again, that's mostly how he set up where he was going to take you. You leap from the bed, pull on a floral print shirt, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and a denim jacket and breeze out the door. You stop as your hotel room door almost closes, and sprint back inside to grab your phone. Now you're ready for your day with Jack.

He's waiting outside again, hiding his chuckle as you nearly trip down the hotel entrance's steps. "Hiya, Y/N!" Jack calls. "Don't break yer nose on the way down!" You wrinkle your nose and him. You jog over to him, and he takes your hand. He's dressed in a hoodie with a leather jacket over it. He, too, is wearing skinny jeans that look suspiciously similar to yours. "Ya ready to go?" 

"No, Jack. I take came to kick you in the nuts and start a street band," you deadpan. Jack raises his eyebrows, a small smile spreading across his face. He holds his hands up in a gesture of defeat.

"Fine, fine. Make fun of ol' Jack. Now cover yer eyes so I can take you to yer surprise, ya snarky thing." You close your eyes and feel your heart beat a little faster. What was going on with you? Jack has your hand firm in his grip, never letting go as he weaves through the streets. Suddenly, he comes to a stop.

"Can I open my eyes now, Jack?" you ask, anxious to see what he had in store for you. 

"I think ya can, Y/N." So, you do. In front of you, the glowing neon sign spells 'ARCADE'. You grin. This was a place where you were in your element. You look at Jack, who was smiling expectantly at you. Then, he took off and into the arcade.

"Hey!" You yell after him, kicking into a run to catch up. When you're in the arcade, you find Jack at a claw machine, struggling to pick up a plush. At a closer look, you discover it's not a typical stuffed animal either. It's an eyeball, veins and everything. 

"God fucking dammit!" Jack hits the side of the machine. "Fuckin' rigged." He points to the eyeball. "I'm gonna win that fer ya', Y/N. Just you wait." You shove him aside, pressing some coins into the slot. You crack your knuckles.

"Let me handle this." You expertly maneuver the claw, picking up the eyeball. It drops into the receiving bin with a swish. You stoop to pick up your prize and hold it up, basking in Jack's awed gaze. The eyeball seemed to glow in the dim lighting. You shove the thing into Jack's hands. You turn to look for more games to annihilate. "You're welcome, Jack!" You call over your shoulder.

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It's pretty late by the time you and Jack leave the arcade. It was almost closing time, or you probably would have stayed forever.  Jack was grappling with an army of stuffed things you had won for him. You had one plush cat Jack managed to win (probably on a stroke of luck). It was hard to Jack to get into the taxi, what with his newfound companions. You had a grin on your face all the way back to the hotel. Jack waved from the taxi as you walked back to your hotel. "See ya, Y/N! Thanks for the trinkets!" You couldn't sleep very well that night, giddy with excitement. The night was replaying itself into your mind. Your phone buzzed. You looked at it, and suddenly, all the happiness dampened. 

You were leaving in two days.

A/N: Hey guys! I am really, really sorry for such a long wait for this chapter! I'm afraid this isn't as good as what you all were expecting, but I'm hoping how this turned out will still make you stick around for the next chapter! Thanks for bearing with me this long! If you like the story, please vote for chapters, leave a comment, and give me some feedback. What would you like from the story? Is there something you want to see? I'm open to your comments. Again, thanks for sticking around this long! You're all amazing!