Adventures With Markiplier Oneshots and Short Stories | 🎮 Markiplier 🥀 [OPEN]

🤎🤍 🪷 It's Alright (Head Engineer Mark x Captain!Reader)

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🧍‍♂️ 2nd Person POV:

🌌 AWM: In Space With Markiplier

You swiftly sat up in your bed, alerted by an unusual sound coming from the sleeping quarters beside yours. As you began to slowly stand up, trying your best to focus on the sound as you did so, you suddenly realised who was making the sound: Mark.

Rapidly, you walked towards and opened your white metal door, using the hand detector beside it, and started to walk towards your head engineer's door. Yet, as you got closer, you felt your concern increase as you recognised the sound to be... crying.

Finally reaching his cream-coloured door, you grasped the handle and swung it open, only to find that your theory was correct. Mark was sitting on his milk-white bed, his back facing the door, with his black headphones upon his jet-black curly hair and tears rolling down his handsome face from his dark brown eyes.

"Mark?" you said, careful not to make him jump.

"C-Captain?" he replied, instantly recognising your voice.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" you asked gently, unsure what to say to properly reassure him.

"I'm sorry, I-" he stuttered tearfully.

You knew that he was trying to come up with an excuse, but the tears were only falling faster by the minute, and he could barely speak, let alone think. He suddenly took off his headphones and turned to face you, and you could see that his tears had completely drenched the white t-shirt that he was wearing.

"Mark. It's okay, you're allowed to cry," you said, entering the room with a kind smile. "Come here."

And, as your head engineer began to stand up, you spread your arms wide in a hugging motion. Soon, Mark's muscled body was in them, and he clung to you as he continued to cry more. But, as your clothes started to become damp as well, you didn't complain or even try to break the hug.

"It's alright. It's alright," you said repeatedly, beginning to stroke his inky-coloured hair comfortably with your gloved left hand.

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