I Shouldn't Love You Like I Do(Markiplierxreader)

Chapter 1- Moving In

Here's your story

You just got out of High School youre 17 and moved out of you parents house for the first time. You were delighted. Seeing that your life wasn't all it should have been. The place was great a two bedroom three bathroom appartment with two floors. And now you cant wait to start your new life.

Here you go

"Ugh, finally, done." You say sliding down the door and flopping onto the floor. "I hate moving." You get up and walk over to the living room sitting on the couch.

You continue unpacking, placing stuff where they need to be throwing away empty boxes. Walking up, down, up, down ,up and down the sairs. Situating most everything you could before you get to tired to even comprehend what youd doing, heading upstairs your eyes are barely open when you ran into something that caused you to loose your balance and fall down the stairs, toppling to the ground."Ow. What the-?"

"GODDAMNIT" You jump at the sudden screaming coming from the appartment next door. Whilst getting up another yell erupts. That voice was no doubt one of a man, a manly man, it was so deep but when more frustration was shown in this mans voice it got higher. Brushing it off to just another problem to solve after you get some sleep you headed twords the stairs to find what blocked your path.

There in the middle of the stair way was your mattress. You had forgotten to finish pushing it up the stairs, with your earlier efforts getting it up there seemed impossible to acheive and seeing how tired you were at the moment you just walked back down the stairs got into a box labled, "Bedroom" grabbed some of your old Markiplier(which you only kept because of how comnfterable they are) pants a black tank-top. You got a pillow a blanket and curled onto the only part of the floor you find that didnt have any boxes covering it and quickly drifted off to dreamland.

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You were awaken by the sun hitting your face. You opened your eyes to see where you were, the livingroom, on the floor. Getting up was a struggle your back was killing you and all you wanted to do was lay in you bed and get back to sleep but you had things to do. One of them being getting your bed fully off of the stairs and unpacking as much as possible. But before any of that you needed to get some food in your stomach. Your car was back home so you had to walk from now on. You got dressed got your keys and left.

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You got back about an hour and a half later with bags of food from the closest store you found. The hallway to your apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Your hands were full so serching for your keys were hard. Right before you ended up dropping the bags you heard a deep voice beside you.

"Need some help?"