Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 24

We arrived home, finally, after a long drive since we had to stop to get some food. After that, I was half asleep for part of the ride home. Once we got there, I noticed that the house door was unlocked.

"Did you forget to close the door Mark?" I asked and yawned.

"No, I locked it." He repiled. I, however, entered the house and was about to fall asleep on the couch, but a rather lage figure that was covered in the blanket was there. Swiftly, I removed the blanket to reval a sleeping Tasha. She woke up to the slight movement.

"Why are you here? Nevermind that, how did you get in?"

"I have your copy of the key." She yawned. "And you guys are here so early." Tasha stood up and started to fold the blanket.

"Well, yeah. It's our house." I said and placed the take out in the kitchen.

"So, how was the interview? Did they ask you some bullshit questions?"

"Nah, it actually went smoother than I expected." I repiled. "But this one here was having a breakdown even though no one asked him any questions." The black girl chuckled and rubbed her eyes. She looked way more tired than usual. And if she is, why is she sleeping in our house? Is that motherfucker giving her a hard time? Because if he does, man oh man, it's gonna be us two.

"Hey, you look awfully tried. Is everything ok between you and your boy toy?" Mark asked. It's like he was reading my mind. "Do I need to set someone in their place?" Tasha chuckled before waving her hand no.

"No, no. It's nothing like that. Everything's fine." She repiled.

"Then why are you sleeping him our house?" I questioned while boiling up some water for her tea. Tasha sighed and sat at the island in the kitchen.

"It's....it's really hard to explain."

"Come on, you don't have to get into detail if you want to." I said and handed her the cup to hot tea. She requested for milk and I gave the jug to her.

"Few days ago, Ethan and I came to a conclusion that we both love each other dearly, but now, two days ago, he's been treating me like shit because I took some time out of my day to mail something to my mother instead of doing laundry. Yesterday, he was talking shit about me because I went shopping with my cousin who was staying over for a week."

"He said he was done taking my bullshit, even though I think it's vice versa, and he broke up with me. He kicked me out of the house with my stuff and now, I have no where to go."

"See, I told you something was wrong between them two." I nudged Mark, but he pushed me off him. Tasha looked at us, confused.

"Yeah, uhh, we were making up theories about you two if you didn't know." She chuckled and sipped her tea. You see, I'm always right, but now is not the time to boast. I got a friend to help.

"Well, anyways, if you need a place to crash, you're free to come and go out of this house." Mark commented.

"Oh, no, I don't want to seem as a bother." Of course, Tasha is always quick to deny any opportunity that popped up because she always thinks that she'll, somehow, will cause unessary commotion. And that's the only surface of her anxiety. (There. Y'all know a little more about me.)

"You won't, Tasha. Our door is always open." Mark added. Though all this anexiety of her's, I saw a small smile appear on the black girl's face.

"And if you think you'll be a bother, I'm living with (Y/N), for cying out loud." I punched his shoulder and the two laughed.

"Thank you, guys. You're too much."

"We're just two kind people." I smiled.

"Anyways, enough with this sappy shit," Tasha started and finished up her tea. "Tuesday is Halloween, and I'm invited to a party. Wanna join?"