#noir!mark x reader

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can you do prompt #1, #63 and #72 for noir mark

(try your best for your writing, so thank you and have a good day )

A Melodramatic Love (Noir!Mark x Reader)

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Summary: (Gender-Neutral Reader) After looping through realities among the multiverse time and time again, all you wanted to do was find your way back to Mark, your Mark. Your lovely, lunatic of an engineer who you had spent what felt like years trying to find. In past universes, you were met with Marks who didn’t remember you, didn’t know who you were. Finally, you find Mark in what seems to be a film noir. Finally, you found your Mark, and you never plan on losing him again.

Prompts #1, #63, and #72: “Come over here and make me.”, “God, I love you.”, and “Is this okay?” Basically just tooth-rotting Fluff.

A/N: Thank you for the request, Anon. It's greatly appreciated, and I hope you have a good day/night, as well! If there are any more requests from anyone, please be sure to leave them in the Ask box. Enjoy, Loves! :)<3

Word Count: 1,373

“Another day, another crisis,” the Computer spoke. You stepped out of your cryo-pod, drink in hand. Your surroundings appeared gray and dull, not a hint of color in sight. The light coming from the oh-so-skillfully placed window in the ship glowed a bright white as you gauged the area. You were yet again stuck in another loop of trying to find Mark. Your Mark.

“Current ship status, broken. Just like my marriage.” The Computer continued as you swirled the vibrant gray liquid around the reflective sides of your glass. You wondered how you ended up in this reality out of all of the possible places the wormhole could take you.

Suddenly, you heard air hiss as the cryo-pod across the room gently swung open. Out walked Mark, or some version of Mark, his cynical appearance throwing you off a bit. During the past, however long it had been, you and Mark had been through hell and back. You had found him, lost him, died in front of him, and watched him die. After everything all you wanted to do was curl up in his arms and forget whatever torturous loop the two of you seemed to be trapped in. You wondered if this Mark had remembered all that had happened to you both.

You took a moment to gaze at him. He was clad in slacks and a slick white button down. A tie was thrown lazily around his collar and his suit coat swayed behind him as he continued taking slow steps towards the control panel. When you met his eyes, his eyebrow tilted upwards towards you as a sly smirk took over his expression. Your face burned dark gray from embarrassment as you realized that the man in front of you noticed the way that you were very obviously checking him out. Attempting to distract him from your ogling, you approached the control panel, trying to make it seem as if you were doing something to fix the ship.

“Here I am again, back for another ride on the merry-go-round of life,” You glanced at Mark, and it was as if his thoughts were being projected into thin air. His lips remained pressed in a thin line as he raised his glass towards you, yet you could audibly hear his thoughts as if he was talking directly to you. You raised yours glass at him, reciprocating his odd gesture. You were almost a bit relieved to have ended up in a sort of stylish Hollywood crime drama. It was certainly a welcomed change of pace compared to the constant panic you had found yourself in previously.

Mark’s thoughts continued to make themselves present in the room. “Am I immortal? Am I some kind of God? Or was this just another cruel game leading you on with beautiful promises only to stab you in the back and leave you for dead?” You watched as he gently took steps towards the window of the room, looking angelic as his form cast a shadow over you, staring up at him. According to his monologue, it seemed as if this Mark had remembered your adventures together, your wits, your jokes, your bonding. He glanced at you, giving you a soft smile. This was your Mark. A very dated version of your friend who you were secretly enamored with. You smiled back at him.

“Whatever it was, at least the company is nice,” Mark’s narration continued as he took a step in your direction, his steps gracefully matching the soft jazz music that lilted through the space.

Tilting his head, he spoke, “Well, it seems like that didn’t work out so good for us, eh, Captain? Oh, well. You can’t win them all.” He batted his fist against the control panel to emphasize his point. The Computer’s utterance rang across the ship.

“All problems solved. Well, not all problems. Not the problem of my broken heart, oh no. Some problems can’t be fixed with the swing of a fist, no matter how strong you are. When the love of your life tears you to pieces, well, that’s a wound that just won’t heal. The kind of wound that leads you down-” The Computer was cut off as Mark slammed his fist down against the panel again, harder this time, and the voice stopped. Your eyes ricocheted off of him, a twinge of amusement in your eyes as he smugly looked down at you. As if nothing had happened, he continued his soliloquy, this time out loud, seeking a response from you.

“The Captain looked right through me with those baby gray eyes, the kind of look that could kill, and the kind of looks that could kill to match.”

“Oh, hush,” You shyly chuckled as your hands fiddled around with one another and your eyes met the ground, desperate to find a distraction from the gorgeous ego in front of you. You heard his feet shuffle around the floor as your gaze remained glued to the floor.

“Come over here and make me,” Mark spoke. You could almost hear the smug smile in the inflection of his voice. His confidence made you doubt yourself a bit as you approached him slowly. You tilted your head upwards to glance at him, only to find him staring directly back at you, an endearing look in his eyes.

His lips curled upward in a sly smile as he took in your appearance. Your hands were clasped together, an attempt to ground yourself to reality as you were trying to stay present, in the moment, and not get lost in the eyes of the 1940s-esque man in front of you. A dark blush was spread across the back of your neck, at the tips of your ears, and along the structure of your face.

“How adorable,” You heard. Mark’s eyes widened for a moment, his thoughts being narrated by whatever universe you were in. Inhaling deeply, he became intently focused on the glass in his hand, trying to pass off his embarrassment. You stood in front of him, lips parted in a state of shock. Snapping out of your trance, you placed your glass down on a table nearby, taking Mark’s out of his hand as well.

He looked up in surprise as you approached him slowly, lessening the space between the two of you at gradual pace. One of your hands came up to gently caress his cheek as you breathed him in, the scent of vanilla, wine, and what you could only describe as him filling your senses. His hands came to rest on your waist as he drew you closer.

“Is this okay?” He questioned gently. You nodded towards him, taking all of him in, the way he felt under your hands, the way he was gazing into your eyes. Surprising both of you, you quickly dragged Mark’s head down to capture his lips. He hummed into your lips, a small chuckle escaping him. He pulled away for a moment, the loss of contact leaving you yearning for more, before swiftly bringing you into another series of gentle, sweet kisses.

The two of you gently pulled apart, your hands still grasping onto each other, fearing that you might lose each other if you let go. “Eager, are we?” You laughed at Mark as he pulled you into a tender embrace, the warmth from his body enveloping you in affection.

“God, I love you,” he whispered into your ear, squeezing you close to him. You tilted your head up, pressing light kisses to his neck.

“Do you really mean that?” You asked him, pulling away to look him in the eyes. He looked at you like you were the brightest star he’d ever seen.

“Of course I mean it,” He kissed you again.

“Well, I love you to the moon and back,” You said. A laugh bubbled out of his chest as he pressed chaste kisses to any part of your skin he could access, still holding you close, never wanting to let you go.

Wherever the two of you would end up in the merciless loop of time and realities, you knew that you always had each other to find, to look forward to, and to love.