Markiplier Fluffshots

Perfect

Personal for a good friend of mine, Bailey - OG_GamingQueen
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"Are you tired?" I watched through the screen as Mark leaned back in his chair and stretched, just shaking his head. His hair was a mess, dark circles under his eyes and his eyes were completely drooping. "No," he said through a yawn that he tried to slyly cover up with his hand. I knew he was lying just to make me feel better about having him up so late but, I was well aware that he had gotten up relatively early today and had a rather busy day. "Liar," I teased.

The clock on my computer reading '12:36am' meant that it was '3:36am' in Cincinnati, and I was kind of getting tired myself. However this was our norm. Ever since Mark and I met, we've talked every single night for the last six months without regard to other commitments, except his channel. "Don't you bullshit me, Mister," I said playfully sticking out my tongue. It looked as if he were ready to fall over and, as much as I could have spent the entire night talking to him, and I'm sure he could have done the same, we needed our rest.

"If you're tired go to sleep, it's okay." Again his response was to shake his head and frown at my suggestion. "How can I sleep when I'm far too excited?" The gleam in his eye shining back at me as he leaned back in his chair even further with a charming boyish smile made my heart flutter. I had never even met his boy in person and already he was able to give me a type of butterflies I had never felt.

"Tomorrow?"--"Yeah, tomorrow. I just can't wait to feel you in my arms." I bit down on my lip trying not to smile so wide but, that was something I was equally looking forward to. Kicking my feet up into the air with a girlish giggle, I was smitten. This guy had a total hold on my heart and come tomorrow we'd finally be able to make this a reality. "All the more reason to get some rest. You've got an early flight anyway." We had waited for this day for months and now the time had finally come, we get to meet in person.

"Yeah. Perhaps you're right," he exhaled through a yawn, swiping his fingers back through his hair. I watched him in awe feeling my heart rate pick up and flutter knowing tomorrow I'd be the one getting to run my fingers through that soft, full head of luxurious locks. "What time is your flight suppose to land?" Mark held his breath causing his cheeks to puff out and appeared to be in a deep state of thought. "Um..." again he drew and breath and I could see the gears in his head turning. It may have been a simple question but, I knew I wasn't going to get a straight answer given the delayed response.

"I board at 8:10am my time, so I should land around 9:30am your time. I think..." It didn't surprise me that Mark wasn't all that certain. If anything, I found the face he made as he was deep in thought both cute, and sweet. There were very few things that could put a bigger smile on my face. Again, I found myself blushing, and I could hear my heart sing his name. There was nothing I wanted more than to be in his arms after long last, and finally, it was almost time.

"Alright, then perhaps we should both go to bed."--"Come with me," he said with a pout. Clearly with us being several states away, that was physically impossible at the time but, I would have liked nothing more. I allowed my eyes to fall and flutter closed, with a light grin and slightly nodded my head. By the time my eyes has opened, I could see his laptop was being carried through a darkened room. The shakiness of the camera made it impossible to see much of anything else but, the motion came to a halt eventually.

His laptop was set down on a surface, one in which I couldn't make out until Mark became visible on camera again. He situated the laptop a certain way and laid back, resting his head against what wad clearly a pillow. 'He literally took me to bed with him.' It wasn't hard to see what his plan was, and the very idea made my heart melt. We had fallen asleep on skype before but this was the first time he had gone far enough as to take his laptop to bed.