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Wake Up Captain! (Mack iswm/The Captain (reader)

They are in love!!! A short and sweet little Mack drabble of him reluctantly tucking the captain into bed.

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The captain was slumped over in a chair in the control room. It was late at night and a single light was on, illuminating their stack of papers and random equipment. Mark was passed out on the floor, a bag of sour candy in his hand, and a stream of blue drool falling down his cheek.

It was one of those nights that the Captain and the Head Engineer hopped themselves up on sugar to stay awake.

It didn’t work.

The captain had dozed off just minutes ago, but after sitting in that chair for hours, they were hard asleep in no time.

Quick traveling footsteps could be heard approaching from the hall.

“Captain, I have a request for the-” Mack stopped in his tracks.

His hands slowly fell to his sides in disappointment.

He bent down to pick up an empty bag of candy from the floor.

“Slobs,” he scoffed, his mouth twitching in that horribly bothered way it always did when he was positively disgusted by the buffoonery going on around him.

Because he was so much better. The captain kind of despised that about Mack, he had such a stick up his ass, and always had so much to say. Judging and peering over people's shoulders. Not to mention how manipulative he was. If there was one thing they were dreaming about in their sweets induced coma, it was Mack being pleasant for once.

“It’s time to wake up Captain,” he called out in a sarcastic tone, sighing as he walked over in his methodical pace.

When the captain didn’t respond, he nudged their shoulder.

“Captain?”

Not even a flinch.

I should wake them, he thought.

But for some reason, he didn’t.

His eyes traced over the papers on the captain's desk, notes and blueprints with barely legible writing scribbled all over them consumed page after page.

All Mack knew was the captain was tired. And he'd be lying if he said he didn’t know how that felt.

Then again, Mack usually lied about how he felt.

He gave them one last nudge for good measure, and still, nothing.

Mack braced himself, pulling down his gloves extra tight, and straightening his belt, before he knealed down and lifted the captain from under their arms.

Slowly and steadily, Mack began to carry the captain, his hold as light and as gentle as he could muster.

Every instinct that he had was telling him that he should not be doing this. But there was an aching feeling in his stomach that told him he should.

Imagining what it would look like if someone walked in right now and saw him holding the captain bridal style while Mark lay unconscious on the floor was a thought that almost made him chuckle.

Then he’d really look like a maniac. Though he always denied it, Mack was a little closer to killing his peers than most were comfortable with.

The captain smelled like blue raspberry, and upon further inspection, it was because of the blue stains on their lips from the candy.

Mack suddenly became hyper aware of just how close the captains face was to his own, and he shivered. He was just thankful they were asleep.

Mack made his way quietly out of the control room, walking past locked crew members doors, all of them supposedly dead asleep as well. He reckoned it wasn’t actually normal to be up and functioning this late, but to him, it was. He didn’t sleep very often, maybe 3, 4 hours every night. An amount he was sure would upset the captain if he told them. He usually kept those things to himself.

With each step he took, the captain's weight felt more and more comfortable in his arms, and with great surprise, it seemed they were becoming comfortable as well. A single hand wrapped around Mack's neck and clung onto the back of his uniform.

Mack tensed up. Looking down, he prayed they hadn’t woken up, but when he did, they were still sound asleep.

He sighed in relief. The last thing he wanted was to make the captain uncomfortable if they woke up. That kind of confrontation might have made him explode out of embarrassment.

Simply at the thought of such a thing, Mack was surprised to find that he was blushing. Like, really blushing. His whole head was hot, his ears and neck red as a tomato. He frowned.

Please please don’t wake up.

He never begged, but in this case, he was willing to.

Making it to the captain's quarters was easier said than done, as he had to bend down to unlock their door, nearly dropping them in the process. He really needed to work on his core strength.

He slid through the doorway and went to lay the captain down on their ‘cosmic couch’, as Mark and the rest of the crew liked to call it. Mack had always heard about it in conversation, but had never actually seen it. He was surprised to see that it was a completely normal piece of furniture that had the occasional planet printed on it.

“How dumb,” he half whispered, forgetting that he had a literal unconscious human being in his arms.

He gingerly laid the captain to rest, throwing a blanket over their body and awkwardly patting their shoulder before he turned to leave.

A drop of sweat fell down his forehead.

Stop being so nervous.

He was leaving now, as quickly and as professionally as he could, though the circumstances didn’t call for it at all. He was almost out the door before-

“Thanks Mack,”

The voice behind him was quiet and drowsy, he froze.

His mouth slightly agape, he almost dared to look behind him, before he swallowed, cleared his throat, and quickly left and shut the door behind him.

Safe to say, the captain was definitely awake now.

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