⊹ ࣪ ˖ PROMPTS LIST
opening those little prompts for mark's ego/characters as last time i didn't add any, thank you to those sending asks <33
kenopsia ── .✦ that strange feeling when you walk into a place that is usually full of people but is now completely empty and silent
ecstatic shock with engie!mark ── .✦ when something so beautiful or unexpected hits you so hard that your whole body reacts before your brain catches up
ellipsism ── .✦ the quiet sadness of knowing you will never find out how the world ends up or what happens after you're gone
gnossienne ── .✦ that moment you realise someone you have known for years has an entire inner world you will probably never understand
hanker sore ── .✦ finding someone so attractive that it actually makes you feel frustrasted or almost angry
sonder ── .✦ the sudden realisation that every stranger walking past you has a life just as complex and full as yours
Literally the only post I've ever seen from you is the one asking for requests and frankly I will take any opportunity to humbly beg for anything engineer x reader I love love love that sad wet puppy of a man so so much
i was actually considering putting this blog away considering the lack of contact and motivation but you just saved me so thank you sweetie, have some engineer <33 never enough of him...
♡ ecstatic shock for mark's week !
Mark is insane. Everyone could tell. Celci especially. In fact, she would go into details about that time with the coffee heater— but let's not dig into that. The fact of the matter: the Head Engineer is completetly insane, so much that only one person is known to make him behave.
The Captain. Now, one might say, the crew should be glad, finally to have someone refraining this madman from putting more explosives into every devices that did not need nuclear power. They're probably relieved to hear the crazyman's old friend appointed as their leader was not only capable and famous for it, but also Mark's leash.
What? Everyone is still worried after finally getting the colony safe? Celci will tell you what's worrisome about a new trip into space: the Captain's even more unhinged than the Head Engineer.
And those two together? She's still surprised there's only been one major catastrophy on the way here—or that they managed to fix it themselves.
"Does the Captain knows something we don't?" Celci asks Mark one night, alcohol lighting everyone's filter. She glares as she watches the beautiful and/or handsome leader playfully talking with Burt. "Is that why you behave? They blackmail you?"
The idea alone makes Mark snort in his drink, eyes locked on your laughing face.
"Blackmail? I got nothing to hide. And I know how to behave!"
"We both know that's not true," Celci turns to her frienemy. She will never admit she respects him as an engineer, madness aside. But she also knows holding back for him is like standing suitless in space. Deadly.
She watches as the man is unable, or just unwilling, to look away from you. His eyes even wrinkle more as you glance his way, his smile turning more giddy. She almost grimaces at the pure love.
"When?"
That simple word gets his attention. He freezes for a second then finally meets her eyes. It's merely for a unspeakable gaze. But it's enough for Celci.
"... Always."
It's few but so much at the same time. Mark talks his jaw off, but he's always secretive. Celci doesn't need to know about the first time his eyes saw you, stumbling on the seat beside yours because he was late to his first class. She doesn't need to know he felt awful to sit someone so impressive even without a word, how your eyes stricked him down without even meeting his, how you paralysed him when you did.
She did not need to know the shame that filled him when his first diagrams slipped over the table, falling over your notes, walls filled with explosives revealed unwillingly. The way your eyes widened before taking in the ship's drafts, making his heart sink.
He knew the rythmn, he didn't want to hear such a pretty face belittle him, hurrying to steal them back—
But you laughed.
His heart leaped, swinging back in his throat as your pen didn't tear his papers but instead added ideas for more explosives in corners he didn't think off.
Everyone knew how insane he was and how you enabled him; but no one needed to know it was because you allowed him to be himself that he willingly followed you through hells.
Because you saved him.
So when Celci asks him again, he simply smiles. Because she already knows by the way he looks at you that that first estatic shock you sent him all those years ago was but the first of a continuous set that would never end.
i need to make some money and i don't want to post my books through amazon so... i think i'll make them interactive/visual and post them on itch-io... 🤔 i'll do a short one at first to get the hang of it, a little horror thing i'll let you know when i'm done
DAVE DAVE DAVE DAVE DAVE I NEED TO SEND SMTH FOR DAVE BC IVE WATCHED THE SHOW TWICE AND AM LISTENING TO THE PODCAST RN
Okay SO the idea is to be briefly based on DARK and SPINE by WesGhost (peak artist btw). The song being about a mutually toxic relationship faking stability.
It just feels so right for Dave as he himself is a little toxic because of his struggles with communication, a bit of self-esteem, his nightmares, self harm (more evident in the podcast rather than the show tbh), and overall self destructive behaviors.
The reader could be similar in a way to that, in a sense that they also have self destructive behaviors, struggle with commitment, and denial of their feelings for Dave. Pretending it's just a FWB situation or a quick hook up despite the fact that they both have feelings for one another, they just both refuse to admit it.
I want smth angsty with a sprinkle of fluff and maybe a happy ending (please this man needs a happy ending hes been through enough already)
here you go sweetheart, thank you for your patience!! i wish i could have put out something longer and more detailed but i'm dying in the heatwave so smooch smooch <3
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Dave didn't expect the new world to be… Like this. He didn't expect to survive at first, to be honest. But now on this idyllic island, far away from a deadly sleep and all their previous horrors… Dave couldn't find in himself to feel safe.
He could barely even sleep, for fuck's sake.
Every time he closed his eyes, Dave would see the Moobles, Katie, Matteo, the dead people he stumbled upon, his childhood-- He groaned, standing up. Leaving his room, he didn't even think as he headed to yours.
After all, when night became too dark to hide from his thoughts, only you managed to distract him long enough to fall asleep.
He felt guilty at first. He loved Katie, he truly did. It felt wrong to lean in your bed, to have you gasping above him. It felt wrong to moan your name when it used to be hers. It was wrong to compare the two of you, even unconsciously.
But as time passed and denial left for anger... He found himself so, so resentful.
And what started as a mean to forget about everything with the only person left he could feel vulnerable with was now turning into something Dave struggled to explain. And so he entered your room without even knocking, and with no surprise, you seemed to be expecting him.
This became a trend of sort… Him, entering your room; you, lifting your blanket. His lips, finding that soft spot on your neck with his hands on your hips; your legs, wrapping around his waist with your hands in his hair.
The two of you drowning the new reality of the world to find it easier to fall asleep in it.
It started a few nights after making it to the island. After being bandaged up and your heads a little clearer after some much deserved sleep- Dave and you found each other around the fire in the middle of the night. Both of you woke up in cold sweat, terrified to have fallen asleep only to remember, now, it was safe to.
But being safe didn't mean feeling safe.
"Do you think about her?" You had asked him quietly, nursing your broken leg by the fire. It had been wrapped carefully by Linda, scar already ugly but healing under it. A memory of the crash of the plane your skin would make you remember forever.
He sat quietly at your side, considering the question. Friends already asked him, and it felt both fake and overwhelming, but with only you and the flames... He had allowed himself to feel.
"I do," He admitted in a whisper. His eyes didn't leave the warming flames as he held his knees to his chest. "I... It's probably too soon to process everything though. I keep expecting her, Matteo, anyone, to show up, then..."
You didn't reply. You didn't need to. You had simply lifted your hand to softly squeeze his knee.
Silence was comfortable as you both let adrenaline dull in your tired bodies. Minutes turned into hours, and despite your dry throats, you found yourselves comfortable for the first time as both of you sighed and let yourselves be tired.
"We should go to bed," Dave had whispered, leaning his head against yours as you leaned against his shoulder. It almost reminded him of Katie but your smell was different from hers.
You didn't lift your head from him, and he didn't force you to.
"Do you think we'll be normal again?" Your voice had froze him. He'd considered it, his eyes taking the shadows of the flames on your face as you stared at the fire. Your eyes were heavily bagged, everyone's were, but he found himself liking to see this side of you.
He had admired Linda and you for holding on to your sanity while Matteo, Katie and him spiralled. And now, to be able to support you like you supported him after Katie…
"Maybe," He leaned his cheek back to the top of your head, following your gaze. "I guess... Only time can tell. Normal might be different."
"And it's okay?"
He didn't reply. Was it? He didn't know. Fuck- He knew nothing. But it had to right? It had to be okay. It had to be for the best. It had to, or else, all of this would have been for nothing. Or else…
"Dave," Your voice coaxed him out of his spiralling thoughts, your eyes meeting as if you were the only two people left in the world. Perhaps you were, at this point. Everyone else were either dead or asleep after all. "Can I ask for something selfish?"
"Anything," He didn't even think as he answered. Did he ever? "What is it?"
Now, he didn't know if it was your gentle eyes or your soft touch on his arm, or just the fact that you were the only one left to make him feel okay with being so rawfully broken without shame. He didn't know much, as he already stated. But he knew as you asked him to lead you back to bed, you were not just asking for someone to cuddle to avoid your night terrors.
And if he was honest, perhaps he accepted because he too was selfish and needed that break from his mind.
What was normal, anymore?
This was. For a few nights at least.
When no one was awake, and when no one could see you crack under the pressure of learning how to live in this new life, Dave and you would hold each other to forget about it all.
You'd come to his room, or him to yours, you'd tire your bodies enough to fall asleep, and if by bad luck, either of you woke up screaming, the other was here to hug and dry their tears.
You became each other's normal.
Dave knew this situation wouldn't last. Or rather... He dreaded it wouldn't.
After weeks, the hurt in his chest turned to a numb one. The thought of Katie no longer sadden him--it angered him. He refused to compare her to you the first times. He completely blocked her out of his mind as he nipped your skin and held you against him.
During the day, he'd feel guilty, but then, he'd think, Katie would understand. Katie broke up with him far before this shit show started, and beyond a kiss… Did they even kiss? Guilt ate at him as he realized he was starting to forget about them.
Katie and him.
It'd been his last reason for years and today… Today he wondered whether you'd meet him in his room before he dared to come to yours.
This is wrong.
This had to be wrong, he know, but he couldn't help it, couldn't fight it. Not with the way you breathed his name, how your arms held to his neck, the intensity with which you made him feel far more alive than Katie ever did.
Perhaps you were both selfish in this. Linda, bless her heart, didn't speak on it, but her eyes said far more than any words could. The glances she'd give the bruises they gave each other, the desperation whenever one couldn't find the other, Linda had seen it far too many times at the hospital.
"This can't end good," Was all she told one evening, meeting David on his way to your room. He had paused, tempted to play stupid, but Linda was as important to him as you were to him. If he could find in himself to lie to Katie, he couldn't with the sole persons who knew the old Dave.
"That bad?" He tried to joke, but Linda could see the guilt and apprehension in his tired eyes.
"I know you think this is better than..." The nurse's eyes dropped to his chest for a second, the memory of the scars unspoken even now. "I just hope you know this pretend can't go on forever. One is bounded to end up hurt, if not both of you."
"Worse than we already are?"
Linda wished Dave was joking but they both knew how broken they believe they felt.
"You're giving each other blindfolds over the situation," Was all she said as she left Dave in the corridor. "Don't wait too long to address the mess before you."
Damn Linda. Damn her rough but genuine kindness, her care for them both.
That night, Dave remained awake after painting your skin with love. Love. He couldn't say that, not when he still grew angry at the memory of Katie. It wasn't fair to anyone. Not her, not you, not him. After love, what love could you feel for him?
He was a mean to an end, just like you were.
That was why neither of you address the way you remained locked together after passing over the edge, the way your lips lingered a little too close to one another, the disappointment to let go of the other, the delay to part and turn your backs on each other.
It was just a way to unwind, he repeated like a mantra in his head, clashing with Linda's concerned eyes, the marks you just left on him, his anger for Katie. He was just here to sleep better- Even if right now, he felt more awake than he should.
"... I can't sleep," Your voice surprised him.
He slowly turned, looking at your bare back. Hickeys peaked from your shoulders, the mark of his fingers imprinted on your hips and waist. You laid on the other side of the bed like Katie used to. Here, but so far away from him, not acknowledging him until you needed him.
No, don't do that. Don't compare them. Katie was-
"I keep expecting the nightmares," You surprised him again. He blinked softly as you hesitated but rolled, blanket wrapped around you as you struggled to meet his eyes in the low light. Your lips were still swollen from your bites. He hated how much he wondered how they tasted. "Don't you?"
"... Yeah," He barely spoke higher than a whisper. Your eyes met his more easily as he did what he could never with Katie: be true. "I'm scared if I do...I'll just wake up in that plane again. See her. Or worse, never do. I... I spent so long trying to spare her, I'm founding out I still have so much to tell her."
"Like what?"
Silence filled the air, the two of you facing each other from the bed's extremities. It was odd, the quiet vulnerability between you. What worried David worse was that Linda might be right. Because in that moment, as he couldn't word the weight in his chest, deciding to close his eyes and just act on it... He didn't know if daring to press his lips to yours was just the push to the edge of never wanting to stop.
He didn't want to open them back up and see whatever you two had crumble, disappear, or never exist again. He didn't want to think about the awful things he'd say to Katie just because she left him when he needed her.
Especially when you reciprocated his kiss, sending his skin on fire as your hands pulled him closer again for more, making him feel like he wasn't a broken toy but another soul deserving of attention and love.
Love.
Damn this word. But damn, if he didn't love the way you trusted him to make you feel good, to make you forget from the horrors you swore you couldn't, to be the only one for you to depend on. After that night, Dave came to stop caring.
He longed for your touch, your kisses, you, you, you-- Until, of course, he'd break it. That was his life, right? Everything Dave touched, no matter how carefully, no matter the feelings, no matter the intention, he broke everything.
He was broken.
So when you asked him one night what was on his mind, he broke you too.
"Katie," He blurted without thinking, too use to be raw around you. It was only when he realized what he said, the way you froze, the sudden push away, that he regretted his dense mouth. "Wait-"
"Sorry," You were already pulling away from him, not letting him add context to his response. You broke from the cuddles that now followed every intimacy between you, making him even more guilty. "I shouldn't have done that."
One is bounded to end up hurt, Linda said. Why did Dave never listen?
"Wait," He repeated, catching your wrist as you stood up.
"I don't want to add salt to the wound-" You wobbled on your bed leg, and your wince made him flinch.
Broken, broken, you're broken, you'll break her like you broke Katie.
"I'll leave," You ripped away from him. "This wasn't a good idea."
"Wait, that's not what I meant!" He went after you, hands to his chest in fear he'd break your arm like he did Katie's. "Please, just listen-"
"It's okay," You cut him off, hurriedly dressing back up. "It was only temporary, right? I'm glad for you."
"You're misunderstanding-"
"Am I?" You stopped. He loathed how beautiful you looked, with your messy hair, your pants unbuttoned and your shirt half over your chest. "This wasn't about getting over her?"
"I-" He stepped back, confused by the smile on your lips but the heartbreak in your eyes. "Yes, at first, but-"
"Then, it's done?"
"Yes, but-"
"Then there's no need for that anymore," You concluded, grabbing your shoes and leaving his room quicker than ever the first few times you slept together.
Dave could only stare at the closed door, the sight too alike Katie's departure. The only difference is that then, he didn't chase after her. He let Katie go. Tonight? Dave was a selfish, selfish man.
... if not both of you, Linda's words echoed in his mind.
"I said, wait!" He busted out of the room, struggling to lift his pants to his waist. He didn't even care for his shirt, running to find you a few steps away, confused but eyes so teary his feet stuttered.
"Dave-" You were ready to argue, brows frowning, but he didn't let you. Hands to your jaw, he kissed you until your back hit the wall. You were stubborn, as stubborn as him, but the both of you knew each other like the back of your hands by now.
Hands that tried to push him off now pulled him closer by his jeans, gasps mixing as you struggled to breathe but couldn't tear from the other. Desperation guided you as Dave pinned you to the wall, forcing you to rely on him.
Not that you needed much cohersion.
"I did think of Katie," He growled against your lips, hands already on your hips to stop you from leaving him. In fact, he pushed you until you two were back in his room. "About how much I love her. How much I'm sad that she's gone."
He could feel your body tense under his hands, both enthralled and rageful to melt under his touch. Your teeth bit his lips when he kissed you again, but he didn't mind the pain, not when you were not avoiding him. He could take the ignorance over the pain, for Katie. But you? Oh, you made him the most selfish.
He would take hurt over nothingness any day from you.
"About how much she broke me," He grew angry, but it also felt good to voice it. Especially with your taste on his tongue. "About how she couldn't accept me whole, even the broken parts, even when it's inconvenient."
A whine pulled out of you as his hands lifted you up, making you sit on top of him.
"This started as a distraction," He confirmed, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated as you stared at him so beautifully. "Maybe it still is--but I don't want to lose it. Please, don't leave me too."
He had to fight himself not to crash his lips on your skin, to suck at those soft spots that made you moan so beautifully, to hold you tight and never let you go. Not to just steal you away so it would be just the two of you in this broken world.
"I'm not her," You finally managed to speak, but angry but also sadden.
"I know," He didn't hesitate, hands gripping the back of your thighs harder. "You don't force me to pretend. You don't jump at my scars. You call me out on my shit, but you support me. You made me feel seen, and not taken care of."
The tension between you two both settled and grew as the unspoken dared to be spoke.
"I'm not her," You repeated, finally letting yourself relaxed in his hands. Confident and trusting him in a way Katie never managed to. Dave's heart soared, lips finding the corner of yours. He wasn't sure what that meant exactly -- or perhaps he did.
I'm not leaving. I'm not scared. I don't want you to pretend. I love you unconditionally.
// Hi mod! Sorry for my late response, concerning your question, Ava has not yet been in the blood ocean as of now, though shes very tempted, we have multiple Simon's in the blood ocean, one assimilated-simon and one being pulled up regardless of one another, feel free to send the nurse over<3 pick any scenario you'd like, I'll play along from there! You don't have to reply to this just thought I might pop in<3
hi, omg i completely forgot to send you something!! i'm sorry ;o; i had this starter that could work if you want, if not, let me know i'll figure something out!!
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