𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 - 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒙 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒌
hhhh hihi, to try to get back into writing I made a little self-insert/oc thing with Mack because I have brain-rot
Warnings: uh, slight spice? There’s a kiss at the end, there’s also lyrics to “Dirty Thoughts” by Chloe Adams included, there’s also cursing. This isn’t proof read or whatever either, just want to get back into writing ^^
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Some backstory/explanation, my self-insert/oc is the Medic/Doctor and pretty close with Mark/the crew
My requests are open!!
There was never a dull moment on the Invincible II, hell since the Captain arrived it was like the chaos had doubled, not in a bad way of course. The Captain seemed to match a lot of the higher energy that was already swarming on board, buzzing around like a toddler on a sugar high, encouraging most silly acts the other crew would partake in. Which was unfortunate for the more parental like figures, mainly Celci and Sparrow, the two constantly had to keep the ship from imploding or exploding.
Weird occurrences had started to happen at one point some time after the Captain arrived, but so far the weirdest and the most permanent was the appearance of a new person, Mack.
Mack had identified himself as the head engineer for the ship, which the crew knew wasn't exactly right but the Captain and Mark had decided that Mack could stay, if he could agree to being under Mark. Which took a bit of back and forth but sooner or later Mack agreed to the terms that were set up, which surprised a lot of the crew. Mack had started out as a bit of a rough individual to get along with but he slowly melted into the group and started to get along with everyone, everyone except for Sparrow that is.
Now, Sparrow wasn't really someone to hate someone else, or even get into an actual argument with someone. He never wanted to be included in something negative, but Mack made it so hard to be around him. Sparrow did what he could and avoided the other male as much as he could, but due to being the only trained medic on board and the fact that they were on a space-ship in space made it a little hard to avoid the other.
Mack didn't exactly get hurt much but due to his tendencies he often showed up in the med-bay wanting something to get looked at. Sparrow would never degrade someone for worrying about their health or tell someone they were wrong about their body as Sparrow wasn't in their body, and he knew that some people couldn’t help but be anxious, but how Mack acted drove Sparrow up the walls.
Mack would always talk much more then needed, asking Sparrow what schooling he had, if he thought he was actually fit for the job, if he knew what he was doing, telling him that there was someone else that could do better with fixing him up and much, much more. Sparrow never really talked when Mack started spouting his bull-shit, Sparrow knew feeding into it would just allow Mack to fire back, which Sparrow did learn the hard-way.
It eventually turned into Mack almost teasing Sparrow, which Sparrow tried his best to tune out as Sparrow took it at face value, Mack just being Mack and being an asshat, which Sparrow had started to like, even though he would never admit it out loud.
Though something Sparrow did find a bit odd was that Mack never let someone else do the same. It only happened twice that Sparrow had watched Mack tell off a couple of crew members, but due to whispers floating around and Burt just straight up telling him about it Sparrow knew it happened a lot more then what he saw.
The first time it happened was when Sparrow was patching up a cut on Macks hand he had gotten while working on the ship, Mark had also been there as he escorted Mack to the med-bay and decided to stick around to make sure Mack was alright, and to give Sparrow some company. Though the situation turned sour when Mark had cracked a joke when Mack had flinched when his cut got cleaned, Mark had said they might have to launch Sparrow out of the air lock and send a signal out for a new medic if Sparrow couldn't keep a steady hand. Sparrow had never seen Mack get so pissed off at Mark, and by the looks of it, Mark hadn't had that side of Mack directed at him either. Mack had started off with a hearty 'Shut up, you know nothing about his skills' and started doing nothing but compliment Sparrow and went on to describe how Sparrow was one of the only crew holding the ship together and how the crew was lucky to have him aboard.
The sudden flip caught both Sparrow and Mark off guard, and due to the awkward feeling that had suddenly washed over him, Mark had decided to leave, patting Sparrow on the shoulder with a small 'I'll see you later' before leaving the med-bay.
Sparrow could of sworn hearing Mack mutter "You don't deserve to touch him" before glancing up and seeing a patch of pink coating Macks face, but he didn't want to look up for long as he didn't want Mack to know he was looking.
Sparrow had been even more surprised when Mack had stopped by the med-bay at the end of the day, he said it was to make sure his cut was fine before he went to bed but he had brought a slice of cake in for the two to share. Mack insisted it was only because it was the last available slice and he couldn't finish it and he was in the med-bay anyways so the two 'might as well share' but Sparrow couldn't help but feel touched, and that there was more meaning to his actions and words then he was letting on. After all, it was his favorite cake and it rarely got made.
After that incident Mack had started to live in every corner of Sparrows mind, he found himself wanting to be around Mack more then wanting to avoid him. It was apparently clear to everyone but the pair that they had these 'feelings' for each-other, hell even Celci asked if the two were together.
It was Sparrow, Celci, Mark, Gunther, Burt and the Captain hanging out one night after a bit of a busy day. When Sparrow had freaked out at the question and acted confused and slightly disgusted, Gunther had pointed out how Sparrow started to follow around the other engineer like a lost puppy, which caused Burt to chime in with how Sparrow was the only person Mack let touch him without instantly cleaning or sanitizing himself afterwards, Mark and the Captain also throwing in their bits of information into the conversation. Mark bringing up the whole hand cleaning situation, The Captain spoke a bit about how they noticed both Mack and Sparrow somehow weaved their schedules together, starting to point out what exactly changed within the pairs schedules.
At one point Sparrow simply couldn't take it anymore and decided to head to bed a bit early, with some final teasing words from Gunther, Sparrow very quickly made his way back to his room. Oh god, he had feelings for Mack, didn't he? He might of had some, well, ideas, about the other but he didn't put too much thought into them and simply wrote them off as a small thing, but the more he thought about it reality set in. He did write about Mack in his journals, even going as far as drawing him to go along with some of the things he wrote. The medic couldn't help but run his hands through his hair as he entered his room, the first thing on his mind was to look through one of his said journals to reread what he had wrote, just to see if he was going crazy, but his heart stopped when he noticed something.
It was missing.
That should be impossible, it should be sitting on the same spot it always is on his desk, where was it?? Sparrow spent a few minuets basically tearing apart his room to look for the simple dark blue journal before he remembered something.
He took it to the med-bay.
He had taken a large amount of paper-work there and accidently included the journal when sweeping up all of the folders and papers. Well, at least he knew where it was, now he just had to go get it, which Sparrow quickly started to move when he realized he had to do just that. He knew the other crew members knew better then to paw through his things as most if not everyone on the ship is respectful about those types of things, but he couldn't help but feel a bit scared that someone might look through the journal.
It is human to want to do what you aren’t supposed to.
Sparrow did his best to calm his nerves as he went to his main work-space, but he slowed down when he heard a voice coming from the open door. The doors normally didn't stay open but due to the med-bay being a little different the door was programmed to stay open longer in case of it needing to stay that way, it could always shut faster with a quick shout to the computer. It was fairly late so it was unlikely that anyone would be out and about so he wanted to try to convince himself that he was just hearing things but he knew the voice all too well, it was Mack, and he wasn't just reading something random, no of course not, he was reading something from his journal.
And Sparrow couldn't be more terrified and what it was
"I get dirty thoughts about you, they get worse when I'm without you. Does that mean that I'm going to hell, or are you thinking them as well?"
Sparrow heard the all too familiar words drip off of Macks lips, almost burning his stomach as he digested them
"When I'm lonely, all the corners of my mind start racing, things that should be kept in the basement, spend my time trying to erase them"
Sparrow wanted to move, he wanted nothing more but to race into the med-bay and snatch the book out of Macks hands, but he felt frozen
"But when you hold me in the fantasy it's so convincing, I shouldn't think the things I'm thinking, but now I've gone and let them sink in. The more that I push 'em away, the more that you're stuck in my brain, the more I mentally undress"
Sparrow didn't know how to react as his body felt like it had bursted into flames
"I confess, I get dirty thoughts about you, they're so strong that I'm about to say them all to you out loud, God can't save me now"
Mack just kept going and going
"I'm frustrated, Do you really look good naked?"
With hearing Mack read out the certain set of words Sparrow snapped out of his trance and did what he had just been thinking about, he raced into the med-bay and ripped the blue book from the other males hands as fast as he could. He knew he couldn't prevent Mack from reading what he already did but, maybe he happened to open the book to the page and read the lyrics? Maybe he didn't know they were about him? "Mack what the hell?! Don't you know how rude it is to look into someone else's private things?" Sparrow simply hissed, not wanting to alert anyone who might be lurking about, feeling a bit better at hearing the med-bay door close.
"What are you doing in the med-bay anyways? Did you get injured or need me to look at something? I should probably look at that cut while you're here, it should be all healed up by now, but a check-up never hurt" Sparrow spoke while holding his journal behind his back, reaching out with his other hand to grab onto Macks wrist.
Sparrow had to blurt out his words to try to brush past what had just happened. The shorter male couldn't even look the other in the face, not with the bright blush he knew had to be covering his face, most likely spreading to the edges to his ears.
Just as Sparrow had a hold on Macks wrist to turn it, to possibly take his glove off to look at his very much healed hand, the taller male had spoke, answering Sparrow "Don't you know how rude it is to draw someone like that without their permission?" Macks voice still held its usual stiff, slightly cold tone, but he was quiet, very quiet, as if he was whispering for only the two of them to hear.
Once again Sparrow stopped what he was doing, Mack saw a lot more then he would have liked and, again, he didn't know how to react to the situation. Quite simply put, the drawing was of the two in a rather spicy position
Sparrow had been silent for what felt like forever but it was most likely only a minuet or two, he cleared his throat as he slowly let go of the other. "I..." he paused for a few more moments "I'm sorry" he felt so... weird? He knew he felt embarrassed that was for sure, but other then that he just felt hot. He started to back away "Listen if you don't need anything I'm just gonna go, we don't have to talk about this ever again, we can just pretend like this never happened, just try your best to erase what you saw from your memory and-" When he had gotten to be about an arms length away, Sparrow suddenly felt a tight grip on his own wrist
"I never said I didn't like the drawing" Sparrows eyes widened at Macks words, his head snapping up to look at the other. He almost couldn't believe that Mack had said what he did, that was until he spotted the red dancing across Macks own face. Sparrow could only see half of Macks face due to Mack facing some counters and Sparrow was facing his side but he could tell Macks eyes were glued to the counter in-front of him, like he was still reading the journal. Like he was avoiding meeting Sparrows eyes "It was actually really good"
"You like my drawing of us?" Sparrow barely managed to whisper out, he was afraid, he was afraid he misheard Mack, or that what just happened could be just one big act, one big 'fuck you' from the other. "Of course I do, how could I not like something that you do?" Sparrow swallowed, somewhat out of confusion "Well, it's not exactly easy to tell that you ever thought of me like that, enough to like a drawing of us in a... rather steamy position. At most I thought you simply tolerated me, most of the time I'm convinced you genuinely want me off of the ship" Sparrow felt Macks grip get tighter as what he assumed was guilt flash over Macks features before Sparrow was pulled closer, Mack still facing the counter rather then Sparrow. "I would rather launch the captain out of the air lock before even thinking about you leaving the crew"
Those words alone caused Sparrow to drop his journal, did Mack just tell him he would rather kill the captain then think about him leaving?
"Mack?" Sparrow asked, his voice still soft but louder then before. He could feel his heart beating in his ears, it was fast, loud, and heavy. Mack had still refused to look at Sparrow, in fact his eyes were in the opposite direction, almost like Mack was afraid Sparrow would turn sour, like Sparrow would tell him the drawing or the words he wrote were simply that, a drawing and some words, a drawing and some words with no meaning
"Mack look at me" Sparrow had spoke louder, slightly demanding that the other listen to his words and when Sparrow spoke again Mack did just that, even if he did so with a small pause, he slowly turned his head to look at Sparrow.
He didn't know what flipped inside of him, but Sparrow felt like he had to do it. With his now free hand Sparrow reached up and cupped one side of Macks face, placing his hand against the other like he was the most expensive piece of art Sparrow had ever seen. He guided the other down a bit, only stopping when their faces were centimeters apart "I feel the same way" Sparrow had lightly whispered, as if the captain was somehow listening to their conversation.
Before Sparrow knew it Mack had closed the distance in-between the two, connecting their lips as if Sparrows verbal confirmation was the green light to do something he had been dreaming about.
Mack had turned himself so he was finally facing Sparrow, pulling him closer, their chests colliding while placing his free hand onto Sparrows hip before letting go of Sparrows wrist. Mack settled his newly free hand in the middle of Sparrows back while Sparrow kept one hand on the others cheek, his other found its place on Macks shoulder, gripping at his uniform.
The kisses were anything but soft, but neither of the two were going to complain about that.
