#mack x reader

Mack x reader

Follow up to Find Her and Aftershocks

Warnings: none

The past few months have been a ride since you were kidnapped. With Mack have night terrors and being woken up from them. He’d gotten better but he occasionally would still have one. You decide to go to your office and go over paperwork when Mack walked in. “Hey, honey.” You say with a smile. “What are you up to?” He questions. “Mark sent over some blueprints for one of the gazebos and he wanted to know my opinion.” You reply. Mack then takes a look at the plan “He does know that gazebos are open aired, right? Why are there so many windows?” He inquires. You just shrug.

He then instructs you to stand up before sitting in your place. You look down and smile as you take place on his lap. The two of you then sit there talking over the plans. That’s when you remembered something you’ve been thinking about for a while, even since before you were taken. You run it through your mind for a few moments, wondering if you were actually about to ask this.

You finally made up your mind. Turning around in Mack’s lap, you’re now face to face with him. Throwing your arms around his neck. He gains a small smile “What is it, kitten?” He inquires. “I’ve been thinking about this for months and I was wondering” you take a pause “if, you’d like to be… co-captains… w-with me?” you nervously ask. A glint enters his eyes “Really? Are you sure?” He himself asks. Nodding your head “We’ve been together for what seems like centuries now. You’ve both literally and figuratively saved my life. I, I love you so much.” You respond.

Mack x reader

Sequel to Find Her

Warnings: murder, yandere behavior, blood

You awake to find Mack gone from his spot in the bed. It wasn’t all that unusual. Sometimes he’d get woken up to his phone going off and it being one of the crew trying to get a hold of him for something. But this time it was strange. His phone was still on the nightstand. With groggy eyes and mind, you rise from the bed. You make your way down to the living room, where you think you would find him. He wasn’t there either.

You’d gone room to room looking for him, but he was no where to be found. You had started to get worried. It had been a few weeks since you had been taken. The thought of which drove Mack almost insane. He was so worried that it would happen again. He started to get cautious of people around you. Thinking that any one of them could have nefarious intentions.

One day while at the store, someone accidentally bumped into you. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but he thought otherwise. He’d took note of how the person looked, their face, build, down to every last detail. As the two of you walked through the store, he’d watch the person like a hawk. You had left the store at the same time, so he let his gaze travel to the license plate of the vehicle they were driving.

Mack waited for your bedtime, when you told him if he was going to be joining you, he said he had something to take care of. Thinking nothing of it, you went and got cozy for the night, expecting him to be there later that night.

With some rage in his eyes, he had found the person that had grazed your arm earlier. Walking up to the door of the persons house, he knocked on it. Behind his back, he held an axe. As soon as the door was answered, and Mack took a good look at the figures face, he started swinging. No screams were let out, no noises. Mack wanted to make sure of that.

After he had finished the goal, he set out to do, he throws the body over his shoulder and dumps it into the bed of his truck. The catharsis he felt in his body was overwhelming as he sat there letting out a loud laugh.

On the ride back, he could feel the blood of the victim drip down his face and hands as his hands had an iron grip on the steering wheel. Finally arriving home, he enters the house with the axe in hand, still fresh with blood. He was met with your terrified face. His gaze was met with yours. “Mack, what did you do?” You ask in meek voice. “I told you I had to take care of something.” He responds as he was now closing in on your space.

A tremble ran through your body “T-That didn’t answer my question.” You remark. He had now crowded you into a wall “Oh, kitten. I did this for you. I’m not about to loose you when I just got you back.” He replies. Your eyes flash with fear as you realize what exactly he had done. “Mack, this isn’t you. You’re not like this.” You state, tears now streaming down your face. “Oh, but I am now. You’re mine and no one else’s.” He, himself, states as his blood-soaked hand caresses your cheek.

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Mack woke up in a cold sweat, heart racing. He was in his spot in the bed. He looks down and sees his hands are completely clean. He then looks over to you, who is sleeping sound. His mind running rampant with the images he saw. You open one eye and see him sitting there, rocking back and forth slightly. “Babe, what’s wrong?” You question in a hoarse voice. “I-I had a dream, nightmare to be more accurate. I killed someone because I thought they were going to hurt you.” He replies.

Sitting up, you embrace him “It wasn’t real.” You respond. “I know it wasn’t, but it felt real. I, I don’t want to turn into that version of myself. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I-I don’t know. I’m scared, y/n. What if that happens one day. What if I do hurt someone, or worse, hurt you?” He inquires now looking at you with tears in his eyes. “Mack, you won’t. You have all these great people around you. You won’t hurt anyone, and you especially won’t hurt me.” You state running a hand down his cheek.

Mack x reader

Warnings: angst, knife, stabbing, kidnapping, blood, guns, use of "bitch" on reader

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. The colonization was supposed to go smoothly. No wormholes. No drama. Just happy times.

You were at home, relaxing after a long week of meetings after meetings. Getting up from the couch you had been sat on for the past however many hours, you walked to the kitchen. Putting some leftovers in the microwave, you stood there and stared at the plate spin. Shortly, the timer went off and you grabbed the food. Sitting back down on the couch, you blew on your first bite.

You were starting to miss your better half. He was gone for a few days helping his siblings work on a building. Every so often you’d text him to ask how everything was going. He’d mostly reply with a “going good” or a long ass paragraph of how it was going to look when they finished. Your face would light up at every word he sent.

Being alone was a bittersweet feeling. You two had spent almost every minute together since you’d landed. Sometimes he would follow you to meetings, other times you’d follow him to build sites. It was weird sitting by yourself. Your hand ran over the spot on the couch where he’d normally be sitting. A small smile fell on your face.

After taking care of your mess, you’d gone upstairs. You took a quick shower before getting into bed. Shortly after you heard a noise outside. You think it’s just a tree blowing in the wind but the next thing you hear is the sound of breaking glass. You look over and see some figures standing there. “Who are you?” You call out to the darkness. Suddenly, the room started filling with a gas. You struggle out to grab your phone but failed before you lost consciousness.

You awake to a bright light shining in your eyes. “Wh-Where am I?” You groggily ask. “Well, look who’s awake.” A voice says. Another one states “Doesn’t matter. You have something we want. Something that is the most valuable thing there is.” You look at the two men in front of you in confusion. “Let me put it into simple terms for you. Your power and influence, we want it.” The one said. “Yeah, as if that’s going to happen. I ain’t giving you shit.” You state in a firm tone. One of the guys got a smirk on his face as he draws a knife from his pocket. He put it against your throat before stabbing it in your leg. You scream out in anguish.

You look down at the object now stuck in your leg. Searing pain rippled through your body. “All you have to do is agree to our terms and maybe we’ll consider letting you go.” The first voice states. “I-I told you. You ain’t getting shit from me.” You spit out. “We’ll see about that.” He says, twisting the knife, making you scream out once again.

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Mack had returned home a couple of days later, expecting to be greeted with you, but you didn’t. “Kitten, I’m home!” He exclaims. Still nothing. He assumed that maybe you were in your office, so he checked there. Not a single trace of you was there. “Kitten?” He yells out. Panic starts to settled in his being. “Y/N!!” This time he screams as he searches the rest of the house.

He pulls his phone out and with shaky hands he speed-dials you. Hearing your phone ringing, some calm fell around him all too early. He thought you’d just been messing with him. Gaining a small smile, he runs to the bedroom where you were taken from. “I knew you were just-“ He’s cutoff by your absence. The smile now completely replaced by sorrow as he breaks down in sobs.

His sobbing calmed down just enough to call Celci. “C-Celci. Has y/n contacted you at all in the past few days?” He asks as he stands there, trembling. “No, I haven’t. That’s weird. Maybe she decided to take some time off? Clear her head?” She responds. “She doesn’t go anywhere without informing someone, you know this.” He states. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll call Mark and we’ll be over shortly.” She says before hanging up. Mack now had anger placed next to his panic. He didn’t know where you were, all he knew was he had to find you.

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You sat on the cold floor, covered in dirt, grime and your own dried blood. At this point you hadn’t known how long you had been taken captive. All you could think about is the pain you were in. You barely ate, barely slept. One of the guards came around “Ready to give up yet?” They taunt. “Fuck you.” You retort. They take the baton out and gave you a shock. A scream was ripped from your throat and the guard stands there and smiles.

Your mind was running circles around itself. All the training you’d previously had for getting out of situations like this seemed to be caught in a net within your subconscious. For what seemed like the hundredth time, you start to cry. Thinking of everyone… Mark, Celci, Burt, and especially Mack.

You then began to think of all the fun memories you had as a group. Going to the café a la Friends style. Going to the fair grounds and without fail stopping to see Rosanna at her diner. The memories were flooding you. If you were going to die, you wanted to die remembering those you loved with your whole soul.

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Celci and Mark had arrived at the house you and Mack lived. They were greeted with Mack pacing back and forth in the living room. “Thank god you’re here. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out where y/n could be. I’ve called around to everyone I could think of. Not a single person said they’ve heard from her.” He states. Celci went up and gave him a hug as she says, “It’s okay, we’ll get her back.” calmly. Mark immediately set up shop in your office. Going through the security footage from outside.

“It seems she was taken at around 2:43 AM. The kidnappers were smart, they covered their faces, but they appear to be of a rather large build.” Mark comments. He takes a closer look at the video. “But not smart enough, this guy’s sleeve raised up ever so slightly. He has a tattoo. I’ll send it over to Gunther and see if he’s seen this kind of tattoo before.” He states.

Mack was in absolute despair. Celci took notice of her brother that was now on the floor, head in hands. “Hey, it’ll be okay. If there’s anything I know about her, she’s tough.” Celci consoled him. “I know she is but I just. I don’t know. She means the world to me, and I don’t know what I’d do without her. Goddamn it, Celci. We need to find her.” He speaks with a shaky voice. “We will. Soon, you’ll be making your famous pancakes for her again.” She responds, trying to get a laugh out of him, which she was successful at.

Mark almost spit out his drink at the message Gunther sent back. “He found something!” Mark exclaims. Getting up Mack and Celci make their way back to the computer. “He says he had a group of men come in a few months ago and get the same tattoo.” Mark states. “How many?” Celci inquires. Looking up at her, he responds “About fifteen…” as he trails off. The three of them looked back and forth at each other before turning their attention back to the computer.

That’s when Celci remembered something. Raising her palm to her forehead she states “Her tracking chip. Remember? All four of us had them implanted when we arrived so we wouldn’t lose each other.” Both Mack and Mark’s jaws dropped “You’re right! I can’t believe that’s not the first thing I did when I realized she wasn’t here.” Mack states. “It’s okay. You weren’t thinking right, it’s understandable.” Mark comments.

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You hear a low hum coming from your shoulder. You look at the guards with a smirk. “Why are you smiling?” The one questions. “Oh, nothing. Just know you’re fucked.” You respond. They look at each other and back to you “Whatever you say. You’re not getting out. Ever.” The other one comments before you get shocked once again. ‘Come on, guys. Hurry.’ You think to yourself.

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“Alright, we found where the Captain’s being held. Gunther, you know what to do. Celci, Mark, you follow me inside. Burt, you take out the security cams. Everyone clear?” Mack states. As Mack goes to prepare, Mark, Celci, Burt, and Gunther have a talk “Are we sure it’s a good idea for Mack to be going? With his state and everything? This is his person after all.” Gunther questions. “Are you going to be the one to tell him ‘no’? Have you seen him? He’s fuck off tall and built like a shit brick house.” Mark replies. “You know what, you’re right.” Gunther himself responds. “Alright, everyone ready? Let’s go get the Captain back.” Mack comments while cocking the gun in his hand.

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They had made it to the abandoned warehouse you had been held hostage for the past however many days. They snuck around to the back of the building, entering through the unguarded door. Burt had stayed back in Mack’s truck in order to disable the security cams. This had alerted the lackeys watching the signals that something was off. Getting up, they round the corner of the room they were in to be met with Mark and Gunther’s arms around their necks.

Celci and Mack had moved forward as Mark and Gunther finished knocking the lackeys out. All of them saw shadows appear in the large room they were about to enter. “Here we go!” Gunther shouts. Mack flanked left while Mark took right. Celci took the middle as Gunther made his way upstairs. Gunshots were being rained left and right. The propulsor of Celci’s cold gun could be heard echoing through the halls.

You hear the ruckus happening and you look at the main guy who had taken you. “I told your little friends you were fucked.” You retort. “Shut up bitch, I’ll handle whoever it is.” He snarls. You snort “Good luck with that.” He struck your face “I said shut the fuck up.” He states as he makes his way to the main room. Mack took notice of what he could only assume is the leader and starts to go for him. Mark standing next to him stops him and says, “I got him, go get your girl back.”

Mark started some hand-to-hand combat with the leader of the kidnappers as Mack made his way to where you were at. His demeaner changed from one of anger to one of relief as he saw you. “Oh, thank god!” He exclaims as he kneels down to you. Cutting you out of your restraints, he questions “Are you okay? You look pretty beat up.” Letting out a small laugh you reply, “I’ve been through worse.”

He threw one of your arms over his shoulder and started making his way out of the building. Almost all the men who were previously in the room had be subdued. Except one, the main guy. You and Mack take notice of Mark on the ground clutching his side. He’d been sliced, blood pooling at his side slowly. The leader then turns his attention to you and Mack. He points a gun in your direction. Mack’s mind went to one thing and that was to protect you.

He slides in front of you as you hear a gunshot. You cover your face. Slowly uncovering, you notice he’d been shot in the side. You then see Mack thud to the ground. You letting out a blood curdling shriek alerted Mark to who exactly had gotten shot. Adrenaline shot through Mark as he got up and ran to Mack “No, no, no!” He exclaims holding his baby brother’s body in his arms. He could feel Mack’s blood seeping through the sleeves of his shirt.

With a shaky hand, Mack took out his own gun and shot in the direction of the leader. Hitting him straight in the heart. Celci and Gunther ran to your side. Celci embraced you as you let out loud sobs. Luckily Burt had already called a few ambulances.

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You and Mack were rushed into the ER, being patched up. Bags of fluids had been attached to the both of you. Mack had long passed out from the blood lose but you were still awake. At first, they told you two were going to be separated “No! I want to be next to him.” You state with a hoarse voice. “But Captain…” You cut them off. “I don’t fucking care. Put me next to him. Captain’s orders!” You speak in a rough and firm voice.

Hours had gone by, and Mack finally opened his eyes. Celci was in the room, sleeping, as Mark had been taken to a separate room. Mack takes a look around the room and notices a warm feeling in his hand. He looks down and notices your hand was placed in his. A single tear fell from his eye as he hoarsely questions “Kitten? Is that you?” It was hard for him to tell through his blurred vision. “Yeah. Don’t move too much. You were shot.” You state. “I was?” He asks as he looks down. A groan fell from his mouth as he feels a sting of pain.

So…remember this reblog?⬇️

I said I was gonna do it…a-and here we are!

(Very small 100 Word? Drabble, set in 2/3rd person)

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“…software update complete.”

“Good morning captain, we are Currently ERROR years into our journey. Coffee is on route, current ship status.

aBUsOlutELy cAtaStrOphIc.”

Alarms blared, as you woke up from cryosleep. Still shaking.

“ I-I-initializing emergency wakey-wakey protocol.”

You immediately get thrown out of your cryopod. Getting up, you look outside the window and then realize that mark wasn’t with you, quickly going to his cryopod. Opening it, you find mar-

“Problem, captain?” Mack? This wasn’t even your mack. An explosion quickly happened, “um! Computer! Ship staus report!!” Mack yelled, or whoever Mack this was. “Access denied.” “Computer!!”

He turned towards you, with a confused look. “Captain are you alright?”

You had two choices,

1. Yes Mack I’m fine,

2. Who are you?

━"Not Your Mack"

━Tw: Slight manipulation, Captain is in immense pain, angst

━Notes: Fucking Mack

━Song: "Run Boy Run" By Woodkid

They hated this pile of rusty fucking bolts.

For the millionth time in who knows how many years, the Captain felt themself being shaken awake by the dangerous rumbling of the Invincible ll.

ofc, and ty for the kind words! I just used the same characters that I did in the 30 post :P

if you want some inside looks,,, simply go listen to this