There's Always Light Somewhere In The Dark (A Darkiplier x Reader lemon)

New Neighbor.

"Hey! Watch it with that stuff!" I yelled as the movers were tossing around a box that held a few of my old sketchbooks back in Highschool.

Ah yes. Highschool.

Kill me before the memories come back.

"Sorry ma'am!" One of them shouted.

Ha. Ma'am.

~Le time skip~

"Thank you guys!" I wave goodbye to the movers as the drove away.

"Maybe tomorrow morning I'll say Hi to my new neighbors."

I say to myself as I walk inside, exhausted from moving so much in one day.

THE NEXT DAY.

"Oh gosh. I hope these cookies aren't too burnt." I say as I carry my handmade gift basket over to my neighbor's house.

There was screaming coming from inside the house.

It sounded like it was coming closer towards the door.

"aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" A male voiced could be heard as the door is swung open and the person's body rams into mine.

We both end up onto the ground.

"Aw look at Mark and the new girl!" A familiar voice cooed from the door.

"Shit shit shit!" The one on top of me quickly got up, pulling me up as well.

Holy shit.

No way.

Fuck me if I'm dreaming.

"Y... you're Markiplier...!" I raise my voice, clutching the basket in my hands.

"I'm sorry for running into you!" He dusted me off, hesitantly dusting off my back and boot(y)

"My friend here was chasing me through the house." He glared back at the guy at the door who I finally recognized.

Sean.

Also known as JackSepticEye.

"I can't believe I moved in next to Markiplier!" I jump a little but quickly regained my composer.

"You must be a fan." Sean blurted out, sounding a bit jealous.

"Oh!" I clear my voice."Top of the mornin to ya laddies!" I yelled in the most Irish voice.

"Eeeeeee!!" Sean squealed and tackled me down.

"Hold on a sec. How old are you?" Mark asked.

"Oh yea. You do look pretty young to be moving out here all by yourself." Sean added as he pulled away.

"How old do you think I am?" I asked as I set the basket aside.

"16." They both said in unison.

Well fiddle sticks.

"Actually I'm 20" I laugh awkwardly.

"No way! You're so short and you have a baby face!" Sean said, both of them in complete shock

"Well now you're not getting a gift basket." I hid the basket behind my back.

"A real woman gives us men baskets." Mark elbowed me.

"I'm sorry! I'll take it back! You look like an old granny!"

Sean announced as he hugged my legs.

"Close enough. Wait. Who's living here?"

I asked, looking at Sean then Mark.

"That would be me." Mark said as he grabbed the basket.

"Aw pooh... I wasn't getting a basket either way, was I?" Sean pouted and pulled away.

"Pretty much." I laugh and smile.

"What kind of gentleman am I?"

Mark coughed abruptly as he walked towards his door.

"Would the madam like to come inside and share a glass of chocolate milk? Or if you'd like something without dairy. How about apple juice?"

Mark said in the most British voice he could.

I simply followed, as well as Sean.

"Oh why yes, of course. Though, I was hoping you'd have something more...exotic...maybe. Grape juice?"

I walked towards him, Sean following.

The end of chapter 1!
I hope you all enjoy!