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[HEART] for one muse to rest their head on the others chest and listen to their heartbeat

NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY. | accepting.

"C-CAPTAIN?" MARK NEARLY SHIVERED AS the Captain pressed his ear to his chest. He stood very still, feeling a blush creep up his neck. Things had been weird today. Specifically, the Captain had been acting weird. Saying weird things about don't you remember?! and we've been here before! when clearly this was their first journey through this part of space. It was literally their first day in space. There was nothing to remember!

He could feel his heart beating overtime as the Captain listened. He wasn't sure if it was reassuring, exactly, or at least not the way it was intended to be. Mark couldn't tell if he was weirded out, flustered, or intimidated. He felt hopped up on some fucked up cocktail of the three, really. Adrenaline was surging through his veins, making him tremble with the effort of staying still instead of — doing what? Running away? Holding the Captain closer?

"I-I'm flattered, but — what exactly are you doing?" he asked, forcing his voice and expression to remain steady. Someone had to stay sane around here! Oh, what was he saying. The Captain was in charge for a reason, after all. There was for sure a reason he was doing this.

Probably. Hopefully.

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😵 with Oliver! :)

Send 😵 for a RANDOM HEADCANON between our muses.

Mark always feels just a little bit scared of the Captain. He can’t put his finger on why … there’s just something vaguely unsettling about him. Even in the warmest, softest situations some tiny part of him doesn’t quite trust him. (It’s not like the Captain would ever hurt him. It’s not like the Captain ever became a paranoid dictator and sealed him and everyone else underground where they’d never see sunlight again and he had to choose between the Captain he loved and the rest of his crew. Right?)

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SOMETIMES THE CAPTAIN FRIGHTENED MARK. The closeness was still enough that he felt warm with it, the weird fluttering in his chest going nowhere. The Captain’s grip hadn’t quite loosened on him — he would have stayed regardless, but he’d allow him the comfort of touch. It seemed like he needed it.

The Captain said strange things often enough anymore that Mark had stopped questioning it. It wasn’t worth working him up over it. Mark trusted him to know more than he did about running the logistics of a ship and a colony, but some of the things that came out of his mouth were just ... Well. Mark wasn’t one to judge a descriptive, imaginative Captain! Even if he had no idea what he was talking about.

“You don’t have to worry about, um, that, Captain,” he reassured. It came easy to him — why would he do anything else? His heart was still racing. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the blood in his cheeks or — yeah, that must be it. He was just flustered, was all. “Did you need me for something?” he asked, trying desperately to redirect the conversation away from timeloops whatever the Captain was on about.

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💬 :)

put a 💬 in my inbox for a fake text that describes our muses’ relationship

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Why not? I'll throw both boys in the ring (Ollie and Google) :)

Everybody Wants to Sleep with Spaceboi & Other Stories

OLIVER

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

mark’s loyalty to ollie is undying and he thinks he’s real handsome. at this point in their relationship it’s just hero worship — but if ollie asks there’s no way in hell he’s saying no.

GOOGLE

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

mark does not like google. 0/10 would never. gin, however …

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“Get over here… I’ve got you, Mark.” Oliver said through his voice amplifier, the feedback staticky as he moved to hug the engineer. “I’m so, so relieved I’m with you again… I thought I lost you for good.”

THE GENTLE TOUCH MADE MARK'S KNEES give out all at once. He sagged against his Captain, feeling tears well in his eyes. He had no idea what was happening anymore. He'd been lost in so many different stories timelines, circling and looping over and over again, only seeing the Captain for split seconds at a time, or through a haze of confusion. (Blue wire, red wire. Life support failing. Left, right. Have we been here before?) The solid, warm arms around him invited him to stay awhile. He sniffled, and started suddenly to sob, everything coming out all at once. "I'm s-so glad I'm not alone — please don't leave me alone again, Captain."

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[text] ‘rise and shine, motherfucker!’ ( :) )

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dnfkfktn. esj

capn it is 4am i jusrwent to bed

if it’s an emergency cn u tell cc 2 do it. pls

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‘we’ll get there together.’

(I wish to know these reasons you hid in tags hehe /lh j

“WILL WE? BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE maybe we won’t,” Mark tossed back. Was he being contrary? Perhaps. But he was tired of being treated like this whole looping thing was just a merry-go-round. He kept dying, dammit! “Maybe I don’t want to get there together. Maybe I want to get there by myself!” He grimaced and added, “Captain.” Because he was flirting with insubordination and that was a thin line to walk. Although — did that even matter anymore? He felt like maybe it didn’t.

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(For Mark to say “Really, I’m fine, this isn’t a fever. I’m just a little dizzy.”; he needs to be taken care of, the poor guy)

MARK DODGED THE CAPTAIN'S HAND again, scowling and wrinkling his nose. "Really, I'm fine," he insisted, batting him away. Could the Captain even feel anything through those thick gloves? "This isn't a fever, Captain, I already told you. I'm just a little dizzy. It'll pass." The Captain had already forced him to sit down for a ridiculous fifteen minutes. Wasted time he could be spending doing literally anything but sitting and doing nothing. "Seriously, what do you expect me to do? This ship doesn't run itself."

"Objection," put in the Computer, sounding properly in a snit.

Mark glared and jabbed a finger up towards the ceiling. "Objection denied! You couldn't run the ship if all our lives depended on it." Thought occurred a second later — "And they do! So there." Huff! "I'm not sick, anyway." Was he a little red in the face and hot under the collar? Well, unfortunately that was pretty par for the course around the Captain. Was the room spinning? Yes. They were in space. That was supposed to happen. Probably.