Sleepy Blue Ocean | Engineer x GN!Reader
Warnings: sensory overload, stimming
Author's Notes: Had a sensory overload this afternoon that also made me really anxious. The neck tapping is my stim. This is my present to me <3
"Hey, hey. Captain, you okay?"
The sound of your head engineer's voice would usually be calming, except now it just grates on the edges of your already overloaded senses.
You just wanted to get the Trans-Galaxtic Trading License paperwork done, yet your cabin's desk was a mess due to a string of hectic days. That was the start of it. Then, of course, the artificial lighting started feeling like it was laser beaming straight into your brain, the buzz of your work tablet like a drill. One thing after another, and soon you were leaning with your head in your hands, unable to do anything but stare at the wall.
"Everything's wrong," You reply to Mark's question, spinning your chair to look at him as he enters your cabin.
"Is it the tablet again? I swear I fixed that bug-"
"No! It's everthing!" You exclaim, hands gesturing wildly about the room as your knee starts to jerk and your hand resumes it's usual stim of tapping your neck.
Slowly, Mark approaches. He taps a few things on his wrist pad, and almost immediately the lights in your cabin dim to a soft blue. The hornet's nest in your mind releases a little.
Soon, he's kneeling down in front of you. Gently, he takes hold of your tapping hand; rubbing the fingers a little before guiding it to his lips, where he places a quick, soft kiss to the knuckles.
"Vibes are off?" He asks, your shared code for your sensory issues.
"Yeah," You sigh, relieved to have him acknowledge the problem before you worked yourself up into anxiousness.
Wordlessly, he leans over to flick a deliberately chunky switch on the side of the desk that cuts out all the electronics.
Your mind eases with the lack of electrical buzz, even further relaxed when Mark settles properly onto his knees - his taller frame now around eye level.
"Whatever it is can wait - don't give me that look," He instructs when you raise a eyebrow, "I'm sure Celcie would jump at the chance to prove she's more helpful than me,"
You laugh - short and playful.
"Lucky for you, my shift ends in 15 minutes. And I'm sure looking after the Captain comes under my duties for that time,"
You roll your eyes but smile when he tilts his head in a way not unlike a golden retriever.
"Now, you want to cuddle or be buried under noise cancelling headphones blaring Taylor Swift?"
"Snuggle please," You reply, a tiny blush you try to hide making it's way to your cheeks, even though all you want use his strong arm as a pillow.
"Oh, I think snuggling will take at least 15 minutes,"
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