Fluft [Markiplier × Reader]

Chapter 1

I finally arrived at the airport, I had to bring all of my stuff with me to the airport or else I wouldn't get it for weeks. I had to pay 200 extra to put all the rest of my luggage in the plane! I'm suprised that I didn't cuss them out right then.

Sadly, I have around a 12 hour flight. But, in preparation, I didn't sleep for 2 days. I should hopefully sleep through the entire thing, if not, I'm screwed.

Soon, I find myself at my docking station; sounds so formal... I look around to see the kind of people I am stuck on a plane with, everyone seems pretty average. I, thankfully had enough money for first class do I only had to share a space with one person. Even then I would still have a lot of space.

I look around, then my eyes landed on a particularly familiar fellow. I could recognize that fluffy hair and muscular build anywhere, its Markipler. At first, I was kinda happy to see my idol in real life until my anxiety set in. Lets hope he doesn't seat near me.

Then, I hear them call for first class. As I go to get up, I see the youtuber get up as well. I tense up as I realize we are both in first class. Of course he would be in first class! Shit shit shit. I try my best to keep calm as we both board the plane. I was a few people ahead of him, he was still a bit distracted by his phone; most likely texting friends and family before having to turn his phone off.

I look at my ticket and then locate my seat, it was closer to the front which I kinda liked. No rush to get off. I put my suitcase into the space above me then I sit down right next to the window. Before placing my carry on down, I grab out my drawing journal and my bag of drawing utensils.

I open and flip through the used pages, there were some empty pages here and there. I open to a blank page, then I grab some gum. I look over to the seat next to me, no one seems to be sitting here.

"Uh, Sir. You're in the wrong seat." A woman says.

"Oh! I am? I apologize. Oh yes, I sit in (insert seat number/letter)." I hear a deep voice say the seat next to me. I tense up.

I look up to see him moving his stuff over to this seat, I give him a sweet smile then look away. The intercom comes on.

"Since there is a storm coming soon, we are going to set off. We will do safety procedures soon." The pilot says.

I feel the plane grumble to life, I noticed that Mark didn't have any gum. He was hopelessly covering his ears. I pulled out another peice if gum and handed it to him, a shy smile on my face. He nods a thanks and puts the gum in his mouth.

The plane then takes a shaky take off, because I wasn't paying attention, my journal fell down and out of reach. I frowned slightly.

"Uh. Excuse me, would you mind grabbing my journal?" I ask, pointing at my journal.

He nods and grabs the journal, as he picks it up, it flips to another page. I see that it catches his eye. I noticed that on this page, I had a drawing of... Him... Shit.

I grab the journal from his hand it quickly slide it out of veiw, a nervous smile is shown on my face.

"You're a fan?" He asks, surprised.

"Uhm... Yeah." I say, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Well, I really like the art! Its wonderful. Thanks for not being like most fans and being... Clingy.. Whenever meeting me. I'm really tired." He says, at that, I see his eyes blink tiredly.

"Thanks.. You should probably sleep." I say, chuckling slightly.

"Yeah... I probably should.. They forgot my blanket! Awww." He pouts.

A flight attendant walks up.

"Sorry Sir, we don't have anymore. We apologise for the inconvenience." She says, then walks away.

"Oh shush. Here, you can have mine." I hand him the folded blanket that had been set neatly in the pocket of the seat.

"Oh.. Are you sure?" He asks.

"Are you rejecting the warmth of a thin airplane blanket? How dare you?" I say jokingly.

"But, yeah, you can have it. I have a hoodie on."

He grabs the blanket reluctantly, he smiles at me. I turn back to my journal, I decide to just put it away and go to sleep. I was really cold but I didn't want Mark to feel bad so I just dealt. I layed against the closed plane window, I tossed and turned for a bit. Then, I felt my body drift into a cold sleep yet deep sleep.

3rd person POV

Mark had woken up from his sleep. He sat up straight and looked over at the smaller form next to him. He noticed that the poor boy that had kindly given his blanket to Mark was now shivering. Mark frowned slightly, then, took the blanket off of himself.

It was still warm from Marks body heat, it kinda smelled like him too. He lightly tucked the blanket onto the figure before him, making sure not to awaken him. Mark looked at the guy, studying his cute features. His shivering ceases, which calmed Mark a little bit.

Cu- I wanna fuck em'. What?! Dark stfu! Neverrrrr. Dark then runs to the back of Marks mind, thankfully...

A thought crosses Marks mind.

Wait- I can't like him, can I?