Markiplier/Darkiplier Stories

Broken Home pt. 3

Mark reached his house within minutes due to it being so close to mine. We only used my car because we had those boxes to carry inside. I glance out of the window and see a beautiful house. (In photo above) I place my hand over my mouth as I stare in awe at his home. "He's fucking rich." I thought to myself as I studied the house.

I hear Mark unbuckle his seatbelt and open his door. I watch as he makes his way over to my side and opens the door for me. I smile at his kindess, "Oh, a gentleman I see." He chuckles as he helps me out of the car, "For you, I'd do anything." I stood there looking at him in pure shock, there was no way he meant that. He meant 'I'm letting you stay until I get the chance to kick you out,'. I couldn't believe it if he meant it in any other way.

He smiles as he opens the car door once again to get the four boxes, in which held my life now. I couldn't believe I had nothing now, but at least I had the clothes on my back and Mark as a friend. It was better than staying with my abusive mother I'll tell ya that much. Mark finally gets ahold of the boxes and started to make his way to the front door of his home. I quickly followed behind him, not wanting to lose him even though we were at his house.

When we reached the door, he kicked a few times. Within minutes, the door open and there stood another man. He had bright green hair, ocean blue eyes, perky ears, and pale white skin. I stare at him as he takes two boxes from Mark, helping Mark to bring them inside. Once they had put the four boxes down, they both turned to me and smiled. "Jack, this is (y/n). (Y/n), this is Jack." I smile at Jack as he takes my hand to place a small kiss upon it. "Hello, (y/n)." He had a thick Irish accent, which I almost fell completely in love with.

"Hi, Jack. I hope you don't mind that I'll be staying with you guys for a litte bit. I won't be a bother, I promise." Mark and Jack both look at eachother and chuckle. "You won't be a bother, trust me. Having Jack in my house is more of a bother then you'll ever be." Jack softly punches Marks shoulder as they both laugh at his insult. I giggle to myself, I couldn't believe that such beautiful men existed in real life. Mark takes my hand and pulls me gently into his home.

"Your room is upstairs on the left, next to mine. There are two bathrooms, one upstairs on the right and one downstairs just over there. If you want, I can take you up to your room now so you can sleep. I know you must be tired." I smiled at Mark. I was very tired, but I don't think any amount of sleep could cure this. It was because of my past, my mother ran me into the ground. I'm only 18, but I feel like I'm 50. She took my life away from me when I was 5 and never gave it back. I never want to see that woman again.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired. Is it okay if I go to sleep?" Mark and Jack chuckle as they pick up the boxes once more, going before me and carrying them up to my bedroom. I follow behind them as they make their way up the stairs. Jack stops and places the two boxes he was carrying down beside a door. Mark places the two boxes of his next to Jacks. Mark opens the door and takes my hand to pull me inside.

I look around the room, dimmly lit by the moonlight shining through the window. I haven't seen a bed in years, I forgot what it felt like to sleep on one. I forgot what it was like to actually live. "It's been such a long time since I've slept in an actual bed, Mark. Even though it's silly as fuck, it means the world to me." He wraps his arms around my waist from behind, placing his head in the crock of my neck. "Like I said before, I'd do anything for you." I look at the floor and blush crimson.

Suddenly, I was turned around, now facing Mark. He locked his eyes on mine and held my chin gently. "(Y/n), I know we just met a little bit ago. I know you've been living in hell, but I want to make your life okay again. I want to make you happy. I want you to feel love that you've never felt before. (Y/n), I want to be with you." I felt the tears fall as he spoke, I've never felt like this before. I've never had someone care for me so much in such a short time. "I want to be with you too, Mark."

Mark's smile lit up along with his eyes as he picked me up, spinning me around in circles. I giggle as he places small little kisses all over my face. "I think I love you, Mark." I gasped, knowing I shouldn't have said that. To my surprise, Mark placed a passionate kiss upon my lips. I could feel sparks as his kiss became more rough but still passionate. Soon, we were both out of air and had to pause the kiss. "I love you too, (y/n)."

Mark hugged me tightly before leaving my room. Before he left completely, I grabbed his arm and looked at him "Please stay, I really don't want to sleep alone." He chuckled and picked me up bridal style, carrying me over to the bed. He gently placed me upon the bed before laying down himself. He crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. He mumured one last "I love you" before falling asleep rather quickly.

I smiled as I looked at the sleeping Mark laying next to me. I couldn't believe what just happened, but it did. I'm with a man is in love with me and cares so deeply for me. I am in a good, sturdy home. I don't have to fear abuse anymore, I don't have anything to fear. I yawn as I whisper softly into the night slowly drifting off into sleep, "I'm no longer in a broken home."