into the deep [m.f]

[8]

(Y/n)'s P.O.V
"So what was life like for you, you know, before this craziness." I turned over to face Mark.
"I used to make videos for YouTube. I had a channel, with people who would watch me do anything. I had the best viewers." He spaces out.
"Interesting. What was your channel's name?" I asked.
"Markiplier. What did you do before everything?"
"I was in collage, trying to find a topic for an essay in science. This cruise was supposed to be my essay topic, going to pioneer a new place, and then coming back to write about it." I sighed, sitting up. The lingering headache faded away for the time being. I run my hands through Mark's floof of a hair. I pop a piece of fish into my mouth. Mark's empty plate sat at the desk by the bed. It was dark outside, but our sight was given by the dully lit sea lanterns around the pod, giving an orange glow to the room; almost like a fire was in the middle of the floor. A comfortable mood set in the room as the light hum of the pod and our conversation was the only thing that could be heard. A few fish swam by the window, making a faint smile grow on my face. I pull out the spare piece of fabric on my person and cough into it.
"What did you do on your channel?" I bring up the topic of his channel again.
"I played video games and make weird skits. I even had friends do challenges with me." He sighed. My hands comb through his hair some more as he tells me stories about what he did on his channel.
"There was this one time where I did a whole series about original characters and a mystery murder case. Everyone who watched it knew it as 'Who Killed Markiplier?' I have to say, it was fun to shoot, but draining at the same time. I had so many different characters to play and editing was definitely a pain, but in the end, it was worth it." Mark smiles, recalling his somewhat normal life before this.
"That sounds cool! Now I want to check it out, so when we get back, I'll watch it." I gushed.
"You need to come on to make a challenge video with me, that would be cool."
"I'll be waiting for the invite when we get back."
"Do you have a number or something I can contact you by?" Mark asks, raising an eyebrow.
"My phone was in my room that was blown up with the rest of my ship, so I'll just leave a comment on one of your videos." I wink, smiling. Mark laughs and reaches up his hand and rubs my cheek while brushing his fingers through my hair, the strands dancing around his fingertips. I lay back down next to the dark haired man and wrap my fingers around his own. The headache mildly returned to my head.
"How do you think the people in charge of the ship are taking the fact their ship crashed and a few thousand people died on their ship?" I ask,holding my free hand up to the ceiling.
"They're probably flipping shit and selling anything at the first chance they get to keep up with all the lawsuits from family members." He chuckled.
"Little do they know two passengers survived. The company is gonna be in deeper shit once people realize there are survivors that can sue them even more than the family members because lives were destroyed by the poor making of the ship." I laugh, thinking about the heads of the company pleading for forgiveness.
"I can see the headlines now."
"I don't get why the family members want money. Money won't bring them back. I'd just want the company to be brought down." I sighed. I throw the last piece of fish into my mouth and set the plate next to Mark's.
"There's a lot of stuff I'm gonna be glad to never see again once we get out of here, but I'll miss nights like this." Mark frowns.
"I'll agree with you there. For all I care, the ocean can go fuck itself." I smile. Mark pulls out two water bottles and hands me one.
"To wanting the ocean to go fuck itself?" He raises his bottle.
"To wanting the ocean to go fuck itself." I smile, clinking my bottle against his and taking a swig from it. I set it down next to the bed and turn over.
"It's pretty late, I'm gonna clock out." I sigh, looking at the color of the water and then back at Mark.
"Alright (Y/n), I'll be here if you need me." He says, rubbing his thumb over my hand. My body's pulled into his chest as a blanket goes over the two of us. I float into a dreamless sleep with Mark's heartbeat as white noise.