I Was Adopted By Markiplier

Home {seven}

Max's POV

The flight home felt so long. It was only about 4 hours but it felt so much longer. I missed my loved one, and I was scared for the health for my dad. He was asleep almost the entire flight but I could not bare to miss a second of him. I wanted to make sure nothing would happen until we got back home. We had to get up early to get all our stuff ready so I was really tired. I had to sleep. I put my head lightly on the window and fell asleep to the sound of the plane flying.

I woke up with my head being trapped between my dads shoulder and his head. I moved slightly having him move and look over at me with a smirk.
"How do you feel dad?" I said in my raspy sleepy voice.
"Better, thank you." He said quietly.
He leaned over kissing my forehead with gentle force. My cheeks fade to a light shade of crimson. Soon enough, I will be back in my own home. With Chica. And I will be able to wake up every morning to the sound of my dad recording again.

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We drove back to the house and all I could do was think about my bed with the comforter that had a clouds touch. I fell back asleep for the rest of the car ride with my head on my dad's shoulder once more, seeing that it was better than the window. A dream started to flow through my brain. He didn't love me anymore. He didn't care about me. My dad never wanted me as a child. He hates me. He thinks I'm annoying, bothersome, and a waist of money. I woke up in a panic.
"Hey, are you ok??" He said to me.
"Yeah, I think so."
He was lightly resting his hand on to of mine. The panic that was once there, faded as his lips pressed against the top of my head.
"We're here," he said softly as the car pulled into our neighborhood.
I pulled my eyes open recognizing my surroundings. What I thought I did was just blink but fell back asleep for another 30 seconds.

I grabbed my luggage and waited for my dad as we both walked into the house greeted by Chica, and our home. I instantly flopped on the couch in exhaustion. I soon felt warms wrapping around me. My dad had picked me up letting me lay next to him on the couch. It wasn't even 8:30 but I was already falling asleep in my dads arms.
"I love you Maxine." My dad whispered pulling me closer to the warmth of his chest.
"I love you too dad."
I fell asleep now resting my head on his chest with his arms loosely on my back with his fingers intertwined.

I woke up being wrapped in a 2 very fuzzy blankets. My dad knows I'm a heavy sleeper, so I knew he would be recording. It sounded like he was playing some sort of horror game. I turned and sat up noticing a green sticky note on top of my phone.

Hey dude. I hope you slept well. You seemed pretty comfortable with me hugging you. Please eat something. I noticed that you skip a lot of meals. I want to change that. So please, have a little something, then give a gentle knock on my door. I love you Maximoo.

I sighed and went into the kitchen. Toast with a little Nutella would do. Once my breakfast was gone, I went upstairs to knock on my dads door and then go to my room. I lay on my carpet enjoying the atmosphere of my room. What felt like 5 minutes turned into an entire hour. A gentle knock went to my door.
"Yeah?" I said getting up,
He opened the door with worry in his eyes.
"Did you eat breakfast?" He asked,
"Yeah, I had toast with Nutella," I said seeing the look in his eyes shift from worried to glad.
"Ok, I just wanted to check." He said before closing my door walking back to his recording room.

I went to check my phone to see a single text from someone that I love.

Alex💙
Hey!!!!!!!! I'm on the plane to LA right now. I'll be there in a couple hours!

Max💚
Okay! I miss you and love you and can't wait until you get here so I can finally hug you again!

Alex💙
I love you too! I'll text when I get there

I set down my phone and told my dad that I wanted to be at the airport to see her. He was happy to take me which I was glad for.

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We got to the airport and I was looking around for the beautiful long brown hair with purple ends.
"Max!!!!" Was all I heard until I spotted her in some sweatpants and a sweatshirt running towards me. I go as fast as I can to get past people to see Alex. Once we met eyes, all we were doing was hugging for what felt like forever, but was only a few minutes. Alex planted multiple kisses on the side of my face causing me to blush because my dad was right behind me. We haven't even been away for 2 days but we missed each other so much.

Alex's mom stayed at the convention area to visit some family, so it was just her and her dad. We walked out of the airport and we decided to go to my house so we could hang out for the rest of the weekend having it be Saturday.
"This neighborhood is only maybe a twenty minute drive from mine! So I think we would be going to the same middle school!" She said while we're both sitting next to each other in the back of the car, while my dad, and her dad sit in the front.
We pull up in the driveway to the house and as soon as we walk in, Alex and I head up to my room so I can explain my backstory to her in peace.

"I need to tell you about my old childhood." I said in an unsteady voice, scared of what she might think of me afterwards.

"So as you already know, I'm adopted. When I came out to my birth parents about being pansexual and gender fluid, I was violently beaten, almost to death sometimes. That went on for like... 3 months? But after it went on for a while I called the police and they took both me and my brother to a foster care because my birth parents also beat my brother for being trans. I thought I would make a bunch of new friends but the complete opposite happened. Since I wasn't "normal", and I have dyslexia and bipolar disorder, I was beaten there to. At that point I was very depressed and was thinking about taking my own life. I had to go to the hospital several time, because of the pain that the other kids put me through. But one day, my foster mom came into my room and said that someone was getting adopt and it was me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The first like 2 nights or something at this house was the best I had ever felt in a long time. Also in the process of getting adopted, all of the memories I had had to be taken away."

I could see the tears forming in her eyes.
"Oh my god..." was all she could say before pulling me into a warming hug.
"I'm so sorry you went through all that baby,"
I hummed in response and tucked my head in the crook of her neck.
"No matter what your backstory is, it's who you are now, and I love who you are now." She whispered in my ear. I melted into her arms as we lay on the floor together.

Marks POV

Thankfully, Alex's dad plays video games all the time so we talked about our favorite games and ones that we should maybe play together. Alex's cloths were in the car anyway and they're house isn't far from here. We brought her bag inside and I drove her dad home.

When I came back, I saw Max sitting on the couch, her face bright red as if she had just cried, and Alex holding her hand and rubbing circles in it with her thumb. Max looked up and rushed over to me with a hug.
"I was only gone for like 10 minutes." I say rubbing her back.
"I didn't know where you were..."
I smirk looking over at Alex, then wrapping both of my arms around my daughter, kissing the top of her head. I then get a better grip and pick her up. She wiggles her legs around, my grip became loose and Max runs to the couch. Alex walks over to her and pokes her side having her scrunch into a ball and squeal. I giggle to myself walking upstairs. 'She's ticklish, good to know.' I think to myself.

A/N/ 1582 words
1. Sorry it's shorter than normal 2. HOLY SHIT! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE! SCHOOL IS A THING! AND THERE IS A LOT OF DRAMA BETWEEN ME AND MY CRUSH! IM SOOOOO SOOORRRRY!!!
~Max