Who Know (a JacksepticeyeXReader or MarkiplierXReader fanfiction)

Wait... I Dated Who!?

Unable to think of how I could give a reason for not answering the door I walk towards it. Just before I open it I pause to check that I don't have any flour on my face. Satisfied with myself I unlock the chain, but pause before I open the door when I hear a very familiar voice.
"We have to be kind to the new neighbour Seeaannn, what if they're a super hot babe?" The familiar voice says, sound very sarcastic and just too familiar.
"But what if they're an old lady whos an amazing cook!? I mean, the apartment already smells like amazing baking!!" A strangely familiar Irish accent says.
"Yeah but-" I cut the familiar voice off by leaning too hard on the handle and falling out the door. I start to laugh but am abruptly cut off when I feel agonising pain in my toe and right arm.
Shit, I forgot about that stupid toe. And why did I have to land on my arm ;(? I think to myself. Refusing to move.I bury my head in my arms.
"Are you okay?" The familiar voice asks. I go to answer but then the voice clicks and I realise who is standing infront of me. Mark! My ex, Mark! MARK!
"Hey, are you okay? You haven't like died have you?" The Irish man asks, worry in his tone, but also amusement.
"Hilarious. But no, I'm fine, just a random gravity test, you know?" I say wincing as I try to move my foot, the pain in my toe freezing me in place.
"Hey, do I know you? You seem familiar? Did we go to school together, or are you a fan or something?" Mark asks.
I frown. Fan? What does Mark mean? It's not like he's THE markiplier... omg! Slap my ass and call me sammy! I dated Markiplier!? Wait don't get ahead of yourself Velvet! I think all this in my head, wondering how in the hell Mark would think I'm his fan. "What do you mean fan Mark! Its not as if you became Markiplier since we broke up, that would just be stupid." I say, giggling at the end.
"Dated? What do you mean? Who are you?" I can hear Marks brow furrowing in confusion, and its just adorable, "I mean I recognise your tatoos, but you can't be who I think you are, she moved back to Ireland or England, who the heck are you!?"
"Wait, Mark you know her?" The Irish man asks, then he must've turned to me and asks, "And you're Irish? But you sound more English... actually, you do sound quiet Irish but... never mind, you two know each other?"
I smile, pushing my torso up to look at Mark and his Irish friend, who sound a bit like Jacksepticeye.
"VELVET!!!" Mark basically screams when he sees just a glimps of I dunno, me I guess...
"In the flesh," I reply simply, "you don't need to act as if I'm some sort of monster, tone down the screaming hun," I say smiling. When I finish my sentence I look up and freeze. Standing infront of me, on my 'Welcome' mat is my ex, who is now THE Markiplier, and beside him? His Irish friend who sounds like Jacksepticeye? Its fucking Jack!!
My jaw drops and I stare. For goodness knows how long. Jack clears his throat looking between me and Mark with an 'introductions?' Kind of air.
Blushing, I stand. Managing to keep my face neutral as I put weight on my arms and obviously broken toe. Turning to Jack I smile and stick out a hand, "Hi Jack, I'm Velvet, me and Mark... uhmm... well we dated for quite a while in school," I say, biting my lip and glancing at Mark, who is still just stairing at me.
Shaking my hand Jack laughs, "Well you certainly shocked Mark," Jack says chuckling and making my heart melt.
"Yeah well, he never was very good with unexpected events, always getting flustered and hiding away until it was over. Isn't that right Mark?" I ask sniggering and elbowing Mark in the side lightly to get his attention.
"I didn't hide, I just... occupied myself with things away from the event. You were the one who was hidden away from people all the time," Mark says, eyes glinting with mischief, "but I wouldn't have met you at that party though, and we wouldn't have had a very fun time in school (legal ages! Im not a slut xd)."
"Oh we had some great times didn't we," I ask rhetorically, dirty grin on my face.
"Stop it! I don't want to hear what, when and where you did stuff!" Jack says laughing, but looking at me with... interest in his eyes? But its gone as soon as it came, must have been mistaken.
"But Jack, it could give us some ideas," Mark says laughing loudly.
"SEPTIPLIER AWAYY!!!" Me and Jack shout laughing.
"Okay, okay, do you guys want to come in?" I ask once I stop laughing. Mark and Jack pause, not entirely sure, "I've made cake and cookies? If you want some," I add.
"You just said the magic words! MY BODY IS READY!" Jack yells, walking past me at my indication.
"I made that Lemon Drizzle cake that you loved back when, just one slice, come on Mark, I've not seen you in forever," I say to Mark when I notice he's still reluctant.
"You remember that?" Mark asks in a quiet and surprised voice.
"Of corse I do Mark, I remeber everthing about you, I loved you, remember?" I answer tenderly, smiling at the memory.
"Well, I guess one slice wont hurt," Mark says, a mad grin on his face.
We follow Jack who is akwardly standing in the hall looking at the food like a starved child.
"Just take what you want then we can all talk, kay?" Jack grabs the nearest cookie shoving it in his mouth and groaning at the taste. I smile, laughing lightly, "tea? Coffee? What do you want?" I ask boiling the kettle.

Authors note: Hey! I kniw I've done two chapters, but I was in a writting mood, and I'm also off being Ill and all, but yeah, I would really like to know if you want a MarkiplierXReader or JacksepticeyeXReader in the next parts, I'm writting this for fun, but also for you guys so let me know kay? Also let me know if you want anything else to happen I want to know all your ideas!! Im all ears! Yeah, so byeeee xxx