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Hi, may I request general romantic relationship headcanons for Mark S? The reader is a refiner. I’d prefer a female reader but gender neutral would be okay. Also if you‘re comfortable with it, I’d welcome nsfw headcanons. I promise to enjoy each headcanon equally. Thank you!

Mark S (Innie) x Fellow Refiner Reader (innie) "The Work is mysterious & Important; EMDR Companion program" rating: 16+ general audience, 18+ for content down the line should it be requested A/N: thank you for being my first severance request, and thank you for enjoying each headcanon equally. The board says sorry for not including NSFW in this section of headcanons, though if you like this the board will send another document your way per your request. Thank you, the board has concluded this authors note. jk, another note: this is... something! and long, not rlly headcanons? eh, this is set in a slight AU bc I couldnt figure out how to write reader as MDR, helly has been with lumon for a little bit and they decided to get her a 'friend' that wasn't mark (despite them both admitting it was attraction but helly would rather be 'whole' when she loves someone or love no one & mark is...yeah you'll see.) to keep her happy :p

Mark S (Innie) & EMDR Therapist reader (gender neutral) Being with Mark S would be like.... pre S2xE7 (sobs)

cw: hints to angst with S2E7 and how im writing readers job (im sorry, i love ms casey so much she needs someone as a coworker too), Panic attack mention/hints to severe anxiety, mental health discussions/therapy practices (EMDR :3 if yall know anything ab this the potential for angst here is, unlimited) No gender mentioned (plz lmk if i missed any i am in fact stoned every time ive come back to this to write, including now), heavy symbolism/references that id love to see if anyone catches, drug mention but no use, i sure as fuck hope this is comprehensible o7 might as well be a fic at this point

being throwing head first into a submarine with absolutely no idea how you got there.

when you woke up on that damn table to the sound of a female voice arguing with a male voice from a small speaker on said table you thought "well, i must be dead and this is hell."

unfortunately you are not.

The female voice, who you come to know as Helly R, is what Ms Casey calls your 'Big sister' in a companion program lumon is trying out. You are one of the first of the co-worker companions, you should feel honored to be apart of lumon history. The second voice is who you've come to know as Mark, head of Macrodata Refinement (MDR).

They had argued for a little bit, helly resisting mark's advice on how to be friendly and approachable, meanwhile you promptly had a panic attack and passed out again on the table; your outie was notified and not surprised. Poor thing.

Your routine was simple; you'd arrive earlier than most; besides Ms. Cobel, who you still cant quite understand. But that's neither this nor that. After you and her make quiet and...somehow terrifying eye contact over the tea machine Irving arrives while she goes to her office.

You'd prep your desk near the MDR's & find the daily 'activity log' set out for you and helly (soon to be the entire MDR department) by Mr Milchick & Ms Casey, scanning over it as you chat with irving.

He's such a sweet older gentleman, you imagine he is what people would see if they were to have a grandfather, or perhaps a kind uncle; though, you're not really sure what those words mean fully, he is kind to you and has started making handmade motivational sticky notes that you find when you return from your lunch, even long after your first week.

Dylan arrives not too long after, you can't quite place him; he's caught somewhere between a complete and utter asshole or oddly the voice of reason? but you don't bother one another much, once you found a slightly broken finger trap on your desk, three days in and you were not adjusting as well as lumon thought you would. So, of course you press him, he says he "didn't want that junk anyways, it barely worked for shit. Must've thought your desk was the trash can"

he doesn't mean it, you know he doesn't; Or you did, because when you deflate and come back from another 'bonding excursion' with helly you find a few extra food tokens on your desk along with a new note from irving. "he says sorry, he doesn't but i feel he should so i made him give you some of his tokens as penance. - Irving B" and a drawing of your face smiling at a forward angle sits under his signature. His outtie must be very artistically talented, it makes sense why he spends so much time at O&D.

And then man of the hour & helly arrive around the same time, they stagger us, you know?

You and helly start your morning in a room near the wellness center, Ms. casey set's it up special for you and her; the décor something between an office room & a conversation pit with desk chairs. It smells of a soft lavender & spice as you two chat about the daily topic, in the beginning it was awkward, but you and helly do grow close, well. As close as lumon allows. (Ms casey comes in often with drinks, usually bottled water. And while lumon is listening, sometimes she allows herself to sit in silence with you two while you chat, piping up sometimes with her own comment. As odd as she is she is a comforting aura in Lumon, how lucky you are)

now with mark it started off as just coworkers, you didn't quite have a major focus on romance; a lot of internal conflict arose the last time you tried to think about that.

Did you have a spouse? did he have a spouse? what are the ethicals of innies dating if their outties are married? is that cheating? Its against lumon policy thats for sure.

you spark conversation every so often, chatting with him and MDR through out your day as you catalog their mood patterns in the journal provided by Lumon.

He's more fond of you than he would like to admit, though still struggling with his own internal conflict you two find solace when he has a particularly rough day.

"You don't have to baby sit me-" he says, sitting in the same room you and helly have grown fond of, a red and green candle lit by Ms Casey sits in the center of a dark oak stool nearby.

"It's not babysitting mark, I asked Mr Milchick if me and Ms Casey could do something to help ease your stress. He recommended we try a therapeutic bonding exercise, Ms. Casey has taught me so much. Let me help, please?"

you may wonder, what could lumon do to help mark? Well

"I still don't understand exactly what you want me to do?" the clay ball is an odd sensation in his palm, somewhere between wet playdough and overmixed clay

"You let the ball form however you want, sculpt till you're happy and we chat. It's similar to something Ms casey taught me about EMDR, Eye movement desensitization and reprocessing therapy."

He lets the ball sit on the table for a moment, staring at its pale color before he sighs and begins shaping it.

At the same time you begin as well, the cold clay takes forms easily as you mold its first section "what emotions do you feel at the moment, Mark?" he pauses

"Frustration, i guess. and a little embarrassment- i mean how is molding clay and talking gonna help me when there's nothing wrong with me." his voice is filled with hot frustration, the corners of his lips tremble as he forms the base of his sculpture.

the room is quiet as tears seem to fall from the corner of his eyes, but he doesn't stop sculpting as I sit silently next to him

"it just feels so...hopeless" he says, forming one of the many branches "I feel, hopeless. I guess" you smile, you understand. The clay between your fingers molds into the thorax of a beetle like creature, you're not sure its name yet but you know it well enough as if you've sculpted this a thousand times before.

"I suppose we all feel hopeless" i admit to him as my eyes drift back down to the clay, antennae form easily; the small ridges made by indenting and forming with your nails "But i want you to know, when I awoke on that table; though i did faint, i wasn't scared of you. You and helly have become very important people in the 78 hours i have been awake so far, And i think you should be proud of that." i say and lean back from the table, sitting atop it a medium clay sculpted firefly.

He blinks, once, twice seemingly confused and sees he's formed a tree with many spiraling branches. He wipes his tears against his sleeve and glances at me with something beginning akin to a soft smile before he shifts and nods.

"would you like to go back, mark?" "yeah, thank you. "Of course, mark."

since then you and ms casey have been tasked with keeping MDR's moods within productive margins, managing their tempers and logging outbursts (mainly from dylan, keir help him before you smack him)

Though you and mark have grown close, during your sessions and after the overtime contingency especially; where you found out ms casey was his wife, though it was after she had already been sent down.

You had grown quiet since her depart, your final meeting was quiet as you gazed at her in your once shared space in the wellness center.

"Ms Casey-" "you are one of the brightest students I could ever ask for, I enjoyed every moment observing you use the practices we talked about. It matters to me deeply that you took what I had to say to heart." the tears flow silently and freely "Ms casey." "yes?"

"May i have a hug? before you go?" you didn't have to be an empath to see the barely contained sadness as she opened her arms and allowed you to burry yourself into her, crying softly.

Mark and you spoke of her often, even as things changed and Ms cobel was fired, you two found the quiet moments to share space for your woe.

You didn't expect during the overtime contingency that you two would be in the same place, however.

Stepping into the elevator you turn to see mark and helly, she waves at you and smiles before speaking "You got this, remember the plan and we'll be alright. And hey, maybe your outie is somewhere really cool" i smile as the doors close, eyes locking with marks before they shut

Your head swims as you feel connected, brown eyes stare at you confusedly, a woman; wavy hair and a fair face greet you

"hey, you good?" she asks as she finishes chewing what looks to be dried nuts and berries

"oh? yeah, sorry, little lightheaded-" you gaze around, there's so many people here, it looks so warm and homey but soon the sound of everyone talking hits and you screw your eyes shut "Oh boy, you look faint lets get ya into the back bedroom my dear" before you can protest her hands rest gently but firmly on your back, you don't resist as the woman ushers you past people and sights you've never seen before

Your head pounds as you arrive in a room with three beds, when your eyebrows raise she makes a gesture of 'don't ask' before letting you sit in the middle bed, a racecar. "are you sure you're alright? not gonna have a panic attack on me are you? You haven't had one in a while, are you okay?"

You stare at her face, she seems familiar in a comforting sense just as it hits you; the plan "c-can i talk to you about something, actually?" the tone you take catches her instantly, before she can reply a voice peeks behind her "Your brothers looking for you Devon" she turns and nods before taking a glance at you

"After Ricken gets done with his reading we can chat, shouldn't be too long, do you think you need to stay in here or-" "i-i'd rather not be alone, actually" you don't understand your woe, but its there and its prevalent, the thought of being alone with the amount of unknown people makes bile rise in the back of your throat.

"no yeah sure, you can come sit with me if you want; though i need to pump and I have no idea where my equipment is" you nod, a pump? the thought crosses your mind, images of hydraulics or machine pumps fill your brain and you look at her for a moment before you decide its better than nothing to go with her and help her find whatever she needs, she feels safe; like Ms Casey.

You follow behind her as she is handed a baby, who is handed to you; you stare at the small little wonder in your arms for a moment, she stares back at you and the world slows, a soft smile grazing your face as the little girl takes your finger into her tiny fist. You stare at her in wide-eyed silence before a familiar voice pitches in

"Y/n? Is that-" your head snaps up and you see him, mark. You eyes dilate and you try to stutter out a reply before the woman, Devon comes over "Oh hey, heard you were looking for me?" she looks up at him, it clicks, they're related.

The small infant shifts in your arms and becomes fussy, you must look like a fish out of water as Devon smiles and coos at the infant as she takes the child back into her arms "Okay you two are like, really weird. Did you-" she comes closer to you and mark "did you guys take an edible before coming here? and you didnt tell me-" "no no, listen, uh. Can we chat somewhere?" mark says and you nod, Devon looks at you suspiciously before the baby whines again and she sighs with frustration

"listen, i don't care if you did- though i'm a little peeved you didn't tell me so i could snag one- but i gotta pump so we" she gestures to the three of you "can chat after that, i gotta find Ms Selvig bc mama needs alone time or she'll go insane"

she departs into the crowed leaving you and mark alone, your eyes connect and without thinking shift closer to him as the crowed seems to dense back up "where are we?" your voice is silenced by the murmur of what feels like millions of voices

"i, don't know. But i think that's my wife so-" "ew no that's definitely your sister, you guys look the same" he makes a face before it seems to connect "ah, yeah."

Devon returns and you two are able to go back into the racecar bedroom, her face reading frustration and confusion

"okay whats up? because ricken is gonna start reading soon and he gets a little anxious-" "Okay so, i..don't know how to tell you this"

(and i dont remember how it happened, blame the weed)

When you reawake inside the lumon elevator your heart is in your throat, you steady yourself against the railings, heaving in breaths as the doors open. The room is different, you step out and are greeted by Mr Milchick and... a teen girl.

"what the-" "Hello, Care to wait for the rest of MDR to arrive with me and Ms Huang?"

#severence #severance x reader #mark s x reader #mark scout #severance apple tv #asked by: veryfancydoilies

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