A Leap Of Faith. (A JacksepticeyexReader Fanfic)

Welcome Jack

Well if that isn't Marks signature knock at your door, you don't know what it is. Dragging your still sore leg off its incline on the arm of the couch over to the door, you find a very happy looking Chica to greet you. Well, thats where your eyes land first, anyway. You love the dog, but it always seems that she's in Mark's room or in the yard whenever you go over.

"CHICA.!" You exclaim, knealing down despite the protest in your leg. "How's my beautiful big ray of sunshine today!?" You ask as she dances on her two front paws, recieving all the love you could possibly give.

"Good to know I'm chopped liver to the doggo." Mark laughs at the two of you.

"Yeah kinda." You jest, looking up at him while still scratching behing Chica's ears. Mark rolls his eyes.

"Well, I'll be honest, I've been trying for 15 minutes to get her to calm down long enough to get her in the car to take her with me to go get Jack, but she's far too excited. Would you mind watching her while I go get him from the airport?" He asks, bending over to give her a loving pat on the booty.

"Yeah, of course, there may not be room with all of Jack's stuff in your car anyway." You call Chica into your house and she knowingly hops onto your couch cozily.

"Shit, I hadnt even thought of that. Well I guess its a good thing I'm leaving her in your spoiling hands then." He says sarcastically, twirling his keys before catching them.

"Whaaaaat? Meeee? Spoil her, what are yo- Yes, yes I spoil her very much with good reason." You say, gesturing at the dog as if she deserved the world. "Now go on, you're gonna be late. You say, jutting your chin toward the door.

Mark checks his wrist watch before swearing to himself and quickly bolting toward his car, you laugh as you watch him fumble with his keys.

  You sit at your computer, and begin uploading today's new video: The Importance Of Stretching: A Story of Hypocracy. You smirk to yourself, rereading your title. Its just as simple as the title makes it sound, you, sitting in front of your camcorder, begging your audience to stretch cause you're too dimwitted to do it yourself and now you're hurt. You decide to watch some youtube while you wait for it to upload. While its true it may cause it to take longer, you see a notification for Jack's channel and are curious. You click the latest video titled "Time for a change." You sit back and watch.

Whapsh "Top of the mornin to ya laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and today, I'm here to tell you all that things are gonna be a bit different for a while. It's gonna be a bit of a big difference-" he laughs at himself. "Bit of a big difference." He mocks himself. "It will be a big difference, I'll have a whole different set up, I'll be doing collabs with people more regularly- probably- Ill have a whole new schedual. Well, what essentially is happening is that I'm moving. It might not be permanent, but it will be for like a year. I basically just need a change. I need excitement and newness and different scenery and... change." He laughs to himself again for repeating. "Anyway thats basically all I wanted to do for this video was just inform you guys and keep you updated. But if you liked this video, punch that like button in the face, Like a Boss, and high fives all around, thank you guys and I'll see you all you dudes in the next video!!"  The video ended and the autoplay tried to load up another video but you clicked away. Hmm, you think to yourself, the video sounds alot like what he said to Mark, so at least hes genuine and honest with his fans.
 
  You figure you would sit and watch a few more videos and laze around a while, but when your leg really starts to hurt you decide you need to stretch then go for a jog, taking Chica-girl along too of course.

  You find the leash Mark gave you for times like these and clip it to her collar, slipping on your shoes as she bounces around excitedly. You cant help but notice how alike the two of you are. Always needing to move around and about, and sounds of reassurement, whether its your music or Chica being told shes;

"A pretty girl!" You say aloud, patting her head as you open the door to begin your jog. You'll just go around the block once you promise yourself. But after rounding the block three times, Chica panting at your side and your leg throbbing, you feel bad enough for your lie and go back inside, pouring some water for her and giving her a few milkbones you stole from Mark.

   Your leg doesnt feel any better after your jog, rather worse, but you'll be damned if you'll be weak about it. You pushed through for your video yesterday, you pushed through your jog, you'll keep pushing through. No way you'll wimp out due to a small injury.

"Chicaaa." You call after a few minutes of boredom.  She lifts her head from her sprawl on the floor in response, wagging her tail as you wiggle a tug rope back and forth.

"Wanna play girl?" You ask, baby voiced as she jumps up excitedly to latch onto the other end. You strain to hold onto your end, giggling as she fights for dominance and control of the toy, you wiggle back and forth, urging her to fight harder. Suddenly with a burst of power she has the toy and you're left empty handed.

"Wow, one tough girl!" You remark, rewarding her with another milkbone and some more scratches.

  By now you have worn Chica of all her extra energy from earlier, and she lays contently in her spot on the couch while you game out some more, jamming to your favoirte music when you hear Mark's knock once more. You turn to Chica to see her reaction. Nada. "If its some killer mimicking Mark you're so dead." You jest. Standing from your seat to go open the door.

"Ya know," you say, as you swing open the door. "Its a bit odd that I'm forced to get up, walk over, and answer the door for you every time you come over, but I practically just break in every time I go over." You say, initially just expecting Mark to be standing on the other side, but are shocked to find Jack standing there as well, both holding handfulls of luggage.

"Ill make a mental note to just hop through your living room window next time." Mark responds snarkily, his voice alerting Chica, and she trots over to greet him.

"Ya know that might be a welcome change!" You quip, smiling like the sarcastic punk you love to be. Mark rolls his eyes and guestures at Jack while patting Chica.

"Sorry, Jack, this asshole is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Jack." Mark says, introducing the two of you. You reach out and take Jack's hand, shaking it politely.

"Nice ta meet ya." He says, sounding somewhat shy in this situation. You feel a bit bad for being such a bag of sarcasm upon your first encounter. After all, first impressions are important. But you cant help but like the way his cheeks turned a very slight shade of pink.

"You'll be seeing a lot of her, because as she said earlier, she just kinda pops in for a meal or games out for a bit or whatever." Mark says, waving his hand at the situation dismissively.

"You're the same one that climbs through the window right?" Jack confirms, curiously.

"Thats me." You say pulling your lips back into an awkward grin. Mark must have warned him about that.

"Boss." Jack says with an approving nod. You cant help but raise an eyebrow and laugh.

"Well, we best get Jack settled in, thanks again for watching Chica." Mark says, bending his elbow but extending his hand, you do the same, taking his hand and draw him into a sterotypical movie 'bro hug' it became your thing after you hurt your shoulder a year ago and couldnt hug him back properly, and so the "bro hug" was born.

"Ight ya'll, seeya. Love you, dude." You say, bidding your buddy and your new neighbor goodbye.

"Love ya too, gal." Mark says before you close your door.