Mark the date (MarkiplierxReader)

      "Window?" Mark gestured to the window seat offering me the view, I smiled and accepted. He put his bags into the storage above us.
      I couldn't help but smile. This was like some weird fanfiction or something, Mark and Jack even said that they'd never done this before.
As we sat down Mark seemed off, he had all day. His motions were stiff and clumsy, he was stumbling over the few words he said and his focus was non-existent.
We sat in silence, his eyes locked to his phone, I kept glancing to him. All in one moment the engines started and the rumbling began. I looked out the window to see the city flash by. As we picked up speed we also grew higher off the ground. I never liked flying, I took a deep breath and looked up, exhaling shakily. Mark glanced at me, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, but my focus was on not freaking out. He put one of his hands on my thigh and rubbed gently. I looked down and made no motion to accept him nor to reject him. He left his hand there.
I glanced out the window to see clouds, we'd been flying for roughly an hour. Marks hand was still on my leg but he had long past fallen asleep, his head rested on my shoulder and his gentle snoring filled the cabin. Bob and Wade sat in front of us, both with headphones in, I'd decided that I liked them, I barely talked to them but the few words I exchanged were good. I took a couple deep breaths and sat by myself. Alone with my thoughts. I started thinking about the real reason I was going... To get to know Mark. I knew this but it never really sank in how bizzare that is. I met this man scarce a week ago. I'm going an entire country away from where I'm supposed to be right now, all just based on a feeling that I may or may not have about an Internet man. An Internet man. I sighed, looking to mark, he was so peaceful, I pushed a stray piece of hair out of his face and smiled when I noticed a string of drool, wiping it away with my sleeve.
I pulled out a notepad, I don't really draw but I was bored and had nothing else to do; my phones data plan didn't transfer through countries and I was all caught up on episodes I have saved on there of Greys Anatomy, Big Bang Theory, Steven Universe and other various tv shows. I started scribbling and my mind soon came to mark again. I wrote on the note "Markimoo" and then drew a couple little hearts beside it: "Markimoo💕" I tore off the piece of light blue paper and searched marks face for a place to put it, eventually I pried open marks lips gently and let it perch there. He grunted a little but stayed asleep. I smirked.
"Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea..." I mumbled and yawned, I put on head phones and allowed a Twenty One Pilots playlist to ring through my ears, the first song being "Guns for Hands" . Slowly, the world faded to black.

"TJ!" I was shaken by my sister grabbing my arm, I was on the ground... In my moms house? She looked 14-ish, so that would mean I'm... 18-19? I think? My whole head spun. Sydney kept shaking my arm. I felt a thud through the ground and turned my head slightly to see my mom take a step closer to me, Sydney grumbled something and stood up, facing her.
I remember this, I always knew how I was supposed to be treated as a human being, I knew my worth... Sydney? Not so much. She always acted ok. She was finessed at wearing a mask, she was popular but in a good way, funny, charming, outgoing. The one thing she didn't do, was tell people it was too much, she joked about her size; people would laugh, play along and eventually joke about it with her. She didn't stop then even if it did bother her, which it did. Our mother capitalized on this, getting her to cook, clean, calling her things. I remember this because it was the first time Sydney validated herself, the first time she knew she was worth anything. She stepped between me and my mother "Stop." Her voice was steady.
"No you don't understand! I didn't mean to hit her it was instinct." Mom defended herself.
"Well it's a shitty instinct. That's not how you treat other people!" Sydney avoided eye contact but held her ground. "That's not how you treat your children." Her voice quieted.
"And what do you know about raising children?"
"Apparently more than you, which is sad considering you've been trying to do it for almost 20 years!" Her words were sharp.
"Excuse me?"
"YOU HEARD ME! YOU'RE BEING A TERRIBLE FUCKING MOTHER." Sydney shot daggers at our mom and she looked genuinely taken back, Sydney took deep breaths.
"Not another word Sydney. Not one more word." Mom clenched her fist.
"Then how about 3? I hate you." And with that she was gone. Sydney had walked right out the front door and didn't come back for a week and a half. We still don't know where she went but when she came back she was a happier person, so we didn't ask questions. Sometimes she talks about how she needed that time. But never does she tell us where she went.
As the door slammed my mom looked back to me and turned away, walking down the hallways. I let my hand rub my face on a sore spot just under my eye, blood stained my hand and I whimpered lightly. "Asshole." I mumbled after my mother.

I felt a shift beside me and lurched awake suddenly. There was sudden movement and I looked around, Mark was staring at me in shock. He mouthed something and I took off my earphones, letting 'House of Gold' fade. "What?" I asked
"Are you ok? You were sleeping restlessly." He looked concerned.
"Y-Yeah I'm fine, thanks. Just a bad dream." He put a finger under my chin.
"You can talk to me if you want; but you don't have to." I cupped his hand and smiled gently. I felt like I really could talk to him, but I knew it wouldn't help.
"Thanks Mark." He smiled back.
A few seconds passed and a voice rang throughout the cabin. "Passengers, we ask that you buckle up as we are about to descend on the Los Angeles Airport in 5 minutes, thank you." Mark and I looked at each other warmly and sat back.
      I was excited, I'd never been to LA before,
      and plus I was with Mark,
      "what could go wrong?" And I buckled in.