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Come And Get Your Love >> Mark Watney X Reader

Title: Come And Get Your Love

Paring: Mark Watney X Reader

Warnings: language warning for gif, feels, talk of being alone, death, etc...

Spoilers: yeah please read the book/watch the movie but read the book it's A+

Author's Note: First Mark Watney/Reader fic on the internet HELL YEAH ヽ(ﾟｰﾟ*ヽ)ヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ(ﾉ*ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ

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It's a quiet morning. It's always a quiet morning, mainly because you had insisted on getting an apartment high up and away from the noise of the traffic and the general hubbub of the city noise. If you knew this would be your last morning waking up beside your boyfriend, you would have looked to him longer, to memorise his face, to watch him sleep. How he had a small smile in his dreams, hand clutching yours as if death would occur if he let go.

Mark Watney was the sort of man who many people wondered openly why you had made the commitment to be with. Your mother had been offended when you were sleeping with "a botanist? This isn't a game, _______, that isn't even real science!" and brother, a high school sport coach, had laughed. Many friends had set you on blind dates to "open your eyes" from this "hippy" who dreamed to be an astronaut.

The thing was, though, that's why you loved him. You loved his lopsided smile and funny jokes and the fact he spliced seeds in the kitchen and showed you how to irrigate a biome in an old coffee jar kept on the top of the TV. You loved his mop of blonde mess, and his silly jokes and how he managed to get along with almost everyone.

You wish you could have frozen time right there, just before he opened his eyes. Maybe then it wouldn't have been so bad to hear the news from his superiors.

"Babe, it's morning?" he whined. "No...it can't be."

You nod. "Yeah, it's the big day."

Mark scrunched his nose. "But I don't wanna."

You laughed, and kissed his brow. "I'll quote you on that, Mark. Mark Watney, the day of the big launch, refused to get out of bed because he didn't "wanna"." You smirk, and toss the covers off his body. "Come on. You're an astronaut. Time to make a move."

He snuffled. "Fine. But because I love you."

Stretching, you made your way upright along with Mark. "How much do you love me? It's a simple question...I'm just wondering."

"To Mars and back, _______."

With a start, he is awake. A voice tells him he is dead, and he left his _______ alone back on Earth and he'll never see her again. Another voice tells him he has a leak in his helmet, but that is not in his head. He's alive. He's hearing that voice. No. Not dead. Dying, maybe, with a fate worse than dead.

He is abandoned on Mars.

You wake in an empty bed yet again. It's been almost two years without Mark; all of this time, he's been in transit in the Hermes with his crew. It was almost straight out of Star Trek, that's what it was; a five year mission; two years there, a week to study, two years returning. Your friends had taken the opportunity of Mark being off planet to persist their ways for you to keep dating; every week you'd go to breakfast with one of them, and their old friend's cousin's nextdoor neighbor from 2009.