#Mark Watney (The Martian)

[rekiilysm]

Together? Together. Ch2

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⇨ 「pairing— mark watney x fem!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— writer’s block had me BADD guys omg. so i’m so so sorry for not updating this fic in a while. also at first i was scared when i posted the first chapter bc i thought no one would read it but a lot of people have and i’m really happy (i love you guys ^3^) i hope you enjoy the reunion between the two plant nerds <3」

⇨ 「warnings— cursing, detailed blood/bloody wound, and i think that’s it but if not lmk!」

⇨ 「word count— 1.7k」

CHAPTER TWO: …MARK?

The loud beeping of the woman’s suit woke her up from unconsciousness. Her eyes slowly peeked open, the bright orange horizon filling her blurry vision. It took her a second to realize what was going on. Her eyes widened. She was alive. On Mars. All alone.

A panicked sigh left her lips as she tried to get up from the sand. But she was quickly blocked, pushing her back into the sand. She moved her head slightly to see a large solar panel lying right on top of her. Y/n grunted, moving her arms to lift the solar panel off of her buried body. She used all of her strength she had, luckily managing to get the big piece of metal off of her. Once it slid off of her though, and she tried to get up, a sharp jolt of pain washed throughout her whole body. “Fuck!” She cried out.

The woman looked down at the cause of her pain. Her eyes widened. It was a piece of broken solar panel lodged right in her side. A tear slipped past her eyelid, flowing down her cheek as she stood still, the pain overcoming her. “Okay, I can do this…” She told herself. That was enough to get her to sit up straight. She winced as she sat up, the sight of the HAB in the far distance, seeming like it glowed in all its glory.

With a sigh, she knew she had to get back to the HAB as soon as possible because her suit was beeping so loud and it was getting annoying. Her head was already pounding, and the obnoxious noise didn’t help.

And so she stood up. She tried to do so quickly so the pain wasn’t too unbearable. Y/n bit her lip, trying to be strong and pull herself together. Pushing herself out of the sandy hole she was in, she stood up, the pain shooting through her veins like lightning. Her face scrunched up as she cried; I mean, she was stabbed by a piece of metal! But even though it hurt like a bitch, she panted as the pain somewhat eased up before beginning her journey to the HAB.

———

Opening the airlock door, the h/c haired astronaut stepped in, clutching her side. She slowly closed the door, just ready to get inside and get the damn piece of metal out of her side. Once the door was closed and locked shut, the air began to flow through the airlock, blowing right on the side of Y/n’s stab wound. She winced through her teeth as she made her way to the door that led inside.

Y/n weakly grabbed ahold of the door handle and pushed it open, letting out a small grunt. She quickly closed the door and took her helmet off, taking in her surroundings. She was alone. Wait…

The woman then heard quick footsteps headed her way. Panic set in as the footsteps got louder and closer. There was no one else on this planet, unless aliens have already invaded the HAB..

She looked around as her heartbeat picked up. She glanced down at the metal in her side right as the sound stopped. There was silence for a moment. “…Y/n?” A raspy, familiar voice spoke. The said woman’s head shot up quickly, eyes wide, making eye contact with the familiar person.

“…Mark?” She spoke softly, almost a whisper. She felt ecstatic. Her best friend was alive and in the same room as her! …Unless she was hallucinating from the blood loss. “Is this real? Are you real? Please tell me this is real..” She knew being alone on Mars was real, but Mark being alive? After she saw him get blown away by the communications disk? Hallucinations are possible.

The man didn’t say anything, he just walked up to her quickly. He stood in front of her, his eyes not leaving hers as he cupped his hands around her cheeks. “Real. It’s real.” He said, tears in his eyes. Of course he was happy that he wasn’t alone, but he hated that it had to be Y/n. Not in a bad way, he loved the woman in more ways than she’ll ever know. But, he wanted her to be safe, and being stuck on Mars with no communication with people on Earth was definitely not safe.

The woman slowly nodded as her eyes also filled with tears. The excitement she felt distracted her from the object sticking out of her side. But when she went to grab his hands, she winced and looked down. Mark’s eyes widened, moving his gaze to where hers was. He gasped, “Shit, Y/n!” The woman only laughed lightly, even though the pain was becoming unbearable. “What even..?” He started, inspecting the thing impaled into his best friend’s side.

“A solar panel flew straight into me and I guess a piece of debris got lodged into my side after I blacked out.” Y/n looked up to Mark in pain. The more she talked, the weaker she felt.

Mark nodded, looking around the room for supplies to help her injury. “Go over there,” he pointed to the chair he sat in when he was doing surgery on himself when he first got here. She nodded, making her way to the chair slowly as Mark got supplies to fix her up.

Once she made it to the chair, she stood still. If getting up was as painful as it was, how was sitting back down gonna feel?

She was hesitant, but once Mark made his way over to her, he set the supplies down and looked down at her. He looked at the metal sticking out of her and then back up to meet her eyes. He gave her an apologetic look. She understood that look immediately. He was gonna pull the metal out. Y/n closed her eyes shut tightly, breathing out through her nose. “You do it, I’m too chicken.” She said truthfully. She definitely couldn’t have done it herself, she can’t bring herself to do it.

He nodded, not wanting to ask questions because they needed to act fast. She was losing blood. Mark stood close in front of her, ready to be gripped on, punched, held onto, literally anything she would do to make her feel a little better. “Ready?” He looked in her eyes as he put his hand on the debris. She shook her head but he knew it was go time.

And then he pulled it out. Y/n screamed in pain, feeling the emptiness in her side as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her hand wanted to fly to the now open wound and clutch her side, but the pain only made her grab Mark’s bicep and squeeze as tightly as she could. He hissed at the pain in his arm, but ignored it as he grabbed the stapler and looked into her closed eyes.

“I need to take off your suit,” Mark spoke quickly, anxiously looking up at her scrunched up face and then down to her profusely bleeding wound. Y/n did as she was told—with Mark’s assistance—no questions asked, just wanting the pain and the feeling of warm liquid flowing down her body to be over. But unfortunately Mark still wasn’t able to reach the wound completely, there was still one more obstacle. “And your shirt.”

Her heavy breathing stopped momentarily and eyes that were once screwed shut flew open. “W-What?”

Mark sighed impatiently, “I need to take off your shirt to seal your wound so please, are you okay with that or do you want to bleed out?” He was getting more and more anxious as she asked questions. He didn’t mean to sound rude, he just wanted to stop the bleeding so she wouldn’t bleed out.

Y/n weakly nodded her head, giving him the go-ahead to do anything he needed to.

Mark set the stapler down before grabbing the scissors from the table next to him, quickly but carefully moving to cut the fabric off of Y/n’s body. If she wasn’t about to go unconscious, she would be freaking out right about now that her best friend, the love of her life who doesn’t even know it yet, was seeing her in a bra.

But that was at the back of her mind. All she was focused on was staying awake. Y/n struggled, beginning to see black spots in her vision, which was making it harder and harder to stay conscious. She tried breathing as best as she could, hoping that this would be over soon.

Mark had cut her shirt off so fast, tossing it to the floor carelessly as he reached for the stapler on the table next to him. “Ready?” He asked a second time in the few minutes they were together. He looked into her eyes, which were drooping down more and more by the minute. He panicked, and without an answer, he held her open wound together and stapled it shut.

“Shit!” Y/n hissed, her legs staggering slightly trying to balance against Mark. He felt his heart twist at the sound of her pain, but he had to stop the bleeding or she would… he didn’t want to think of what would happen.

Tears streamed down the girl’s face as she tightly closed her eyes, bracing for yet another staple into her side.

One. Click!

Two. Click!

Three. Click!

Four. Click!

And then there were no more clicks filling the silent room, only Y/n’s panting and Mark’s unsteady breathing. Y/n felt herself relax some, trying to ignore the pain that still lingered on her side. She slowly creeped her eyes open, only to be met with Mark’s worried gaze. He let out a sigh of relief, letting his tense shoulders fall as the stressful surgery was over with.

“Thank-“ she slurred, stumbling right into Mark. He quickly wrapped her in his arms gently, cautious of the staples in her side.

“No need to thank me, Y/n/n. I would do anything for you,” Mark whispered softly into her ear, laying his head on top of hers. He rubbed her shoulders gently and fully engulfed her into his arms to soothe her from the traumatic experience moments before.

That’s when it really hit Mark that his best friend was here on Mars with him. Alone. With no one else there but themselves. He hated the fact that she was stuck here too, but he couldn’t stop the happy feeling in his stomach. Maybe he was selfish, but he was glad someone was there stranded with him. And he was glad it was her.

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@jolovesfandoms

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[abitofboth]

people criticise the martian for being too hopeful a story, but that is the whole point!!!!!!!!!

the whole point is that we as a humanity have so much love in our hearts that we will make the impossible possible!!! it’s a love letter to the intelligence of our kind!!!!! of the human spirit!!!!

mark watney should have on all accounts died on that planet, but his sheer will, strength, hope, and determination kept him alive. the support of an entire world of people brought him home

[millenniallust4death]

Why didn't anyone tell me that Andy Weir wrote a new chapter for The Martian???

From Andy Weir's Facebook page (11 Feb. 2024):

It was ten years ago today that The Martian hit shelves. I owe everything that happened since then to you, my readers. I can't thank you enough. So, for the hell of it, I wrote some additional content for The Martian.

For your reading pleasure: The Martian: Lost Sols.

https://galactanet.com/lostsols.pdf

[chronicowboy]

i love that andy weir never kills his protagonists. it would be so easy to. at so many points. by all means they Should be dead. mark gets stranded on mars and the planet works against him at every turn. jazz's suit fails on the surface of the moon and she feels herself begin to die. ryland is sent on a suicide mission then gives up his chance at return for his friend. they should all have died. multiple times in some cases. but they don't!!! because weir isn't writing tragedies, he's writing stories of hope and humanity. they survive even when it should be impossible for them to because of connection. simple as that.

[papiliomame]

Space Adventure

I was thinking about space lately and also about @lexosaurus amazing crossoverfic The Phantom Martian (The Martian x DP).

After re-reading it I was inspired to paint something. No idea how it ends but I imagined an alternate timeline/universe in which Danny and Mark are saved, everyone accepts Danny and Danny is invited to spend some time on the ISS with Mark like a real astronaut!

Mark shows some experiments with ectoplasm in zero gravity for the audience on earth to see and Danny treats himself to an ecto-spores-snack.

I used the movie as a reference for Mark's look this time.

[intothehandsoffate]

Andy Weir writing The Martian : and i’ll name him MARK Watney hahaha isn’t that hilarious. Because it means “of Mars”. Isn’t that great. Because he’s going to be stuck on Mars.

[n0-n1c]

watched the martian (2015) yesterday; never losing hope again

[cool-person-yey]

being A Guy Lost In Space is a spectrum. On one end, we have Dr Ryland Grace, on the other end Mark Watney, and on the middle is Doug Eiffel.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Mark's opinion is the most superior on the entire planet of Mars.

[alessandriana]

Andy Weir just put out a new short story for The Martian in honor of the book's 10th anniversary! 😀

The Martian: Lost Sols

[sunpoweredautism]

In hysterics over the fact that mark's name is 75% Mars. Of ALL the people in the ares 3 mission he's the one that gets stranded on Mars. The protagonist of the next mission is going to me called jupitek and you'll never guess where he goes. It's Hannibal the cannibal all over again

[rekiilysm]

Together? Together. Ch1

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⇨ 「pairing— mark watney x fem!reader」

⇨ 「a/n— more than a year later, i’m FINALLY writing something for my favorite nerd. p.s. i’m still upset that there’s not a lot of mark watney stuff on here」

⇨ 「warnings— none i think」

⇨ 「word count— 1.9k」

CHAPTER ONE: THE STORM

“All right, team, stay in sight of each other. Let’s make NASA proud today.”

“How’s it looking over there, Watney and L/n?”

“Well, you’ll be happy to hear that in Grid Section 14-28 the particles were predominantly coarse,” Mark explained to the team as him and Y/n crouched down with little clear sample containers in their hands.

“But in 29, they’re much finer and should be ideal for chem analysis,” Y/n added, not looking up from the red sandy ground.

“Wow. Did everybody hear that? Mark and Y/n just discovered dirt. Should we alert the media?” Martinez spoke over the channel sarcastically.

Mark rolled his eyes, “Sorry, what are you doing today Martinez? Making sure the MAV is still upright?” Y/n felt a small smile creep onto her face.

“I’d like you to know that visual inspection of the equipment is imperative to mission success. I also would like to report that the MAV is still upright,” Martinez replied smartly as the two botanists smiled.

“Thank you for your hard work, Martinez,” Y/n said in a joking matter. Mark chuckled as he continued to chip at the rock.

“Watney, L/n, you keep leaving you channel open which leads to Martinez responding, which leads to all of us listening, which leads to me being annoyed,” Commander Lewis spoke.

“Roger that. Martinez, the captain would like you to please shut your smart mouth,” Mark said. Y/n snorted loudly, looking over to her best friend who had a mischievous smirk on his face.

Beck, in the HAB studying samples, shook his head. “We’d prefer to use a different adjective to describe Martinez’s mouth.” Mark and Y/n started laughing with each other, making it hard to focus on their task.

“Did Beck just insult me?” Martinez spoke unbelievably.

Y/n stopped her laughs for a moment, “‘Doctor Beck.’ And yes.” She couldn’t help but send a smart reply right back at the man.

Johanssen, sat at her computer in the HAB alongside Beck, was tired of the four’s bickering. “Happy to turn the radios off from here, Commander. Just say the word.”

Mark stopped from what he was doing and looked back at Lewis, “Wait, Johanssen. Constant communication is the hallmark-“

“Shut ‘em off,” Lewis told Johanssen, interrupting Mark.

“No-“

“Wait!-“

Mark and Y/n tried to get them to stop, but they were interrupted by a small ringing noise, indicating that the radios were turned off. “I apologize for my countrymen, Vogel.” Lewis said as she walked past the two plant nerds.

“Accepted,” Vogel replied.

With a sigh, Y/n looked up at her Commander. “How many samples do we need, Commander?”

“Seven, 100 grams each,” she told the two, who nodded before getting back to work. Lewis walked a little bit away from them before crouching down to collect her own samples.

“Commander, you should come inside. You’re gonna want to see this,” Johanssen said over the radio, her voice slightly panicked.

“What is it?” She asked, continuing her task.

“A storm warning,” Johanssen said, making the astronauts stop their work. Mark and Y/n gave each other a wide-eyed look.

“I saw that in this morning’s briefing. We’ll be inside before it hits,” Commander spoke.

Johanssen continued, “Yeah, they upgraded their estimate. The storm’s gonna be a lot worse.” This caused Lewis to stand up and look around. The wind started to blow stronger, stirring up the sandy ground.

“Martinez, how does it look?” Lewis asked the man at the MAV.

“Not good,” he replied as he stared at the large dusty cloud, the sound of thunder beginning to fill their ears.

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Not too long after Johanssen’s warning, the four astronauts stood in the HAB staring at a computer. “‘1,200 kilometers in diameter, bearing 24.41 degrees,’” Commander Lewis read off of the screen. Y/n and Mark stood side-by-side still in their suits, their helmets off.

“That’s tracking right towards us,” Beth Johanssen didn’t look away from the computer screen. Y/n’s gloved hand found Mark’s, squeezing it as tightly as she could. Mark gave her a small kiss on her forehead, silently telling her everything would be okay.

“‘Based on current escalation, estimated force of 8,600 newtons,’” Lewis continued to read off.

“What’s the abort force?” Mark asked.

“7,500,” Beck answered.

“Anything more than that and the MAV could tip,” Martinez said over the radio.

“Do we scrub?” Vogel asked the Commander.

She nodded, “Begin abort procedure.” Mark and Y/n look at the screens in disappointment.

“We are estimating with a margin of error. We could wait it out,” Y/n spoke up. Lewis looked over to the her and then the screen again with a sigh.

Mark nodded along with his best friend’s words, “Let’s wait it out.” Everyone looked over to him. “Let’s wait it out,” he repeated.

“Commander?” Beth asked the pondering woman standing over her.

“Prep emergency departure,” she said before walking off quickly.

“Commander,” the two botanists spoke in unison.

“We’re scrubbed. That’s an order,” Lewis told them both. Their shoulders slumped at the order. They didn’t want to go home yet! They still had much more to discover and experiment on! “Martinez, how long before take-off?”

“12 minutes,” the said man replied. The six astronauts in the HAB quickly got their gear back on—well, Mark and Y/n didn’t have to because they didn’t take theirs off, expecting to go back out to get more samples.

Once they got their suits back on, they rushed to exit the building. “Visibility is almost zero. Anyone gets lost, hone in on my suit’s telemetry. You ready?” Commander Lewis said, tapping on the screen by the locked door so they could open it.

“Ready!” Mark exclaimed from the back, Y/n right in front of him—which he insisted on. Then Lewis opened the door, black dust immediately filling the room as well as strong winds. The wind pushed them all back slightly.

“Commander, are you okay?!”

“I’m okay!” She replied back as they all began to fight the winds. Because Mark was the last one, he closed the door behind him before following the lights on his team’s helmets.

“Commander, we’re at 10 degrees, and the MAV is gonna rip at 12.3,” Martinez spoke with a panicked and quick voice.

“Hey! We might be able to keep the MAV from tipping,” Y/n yelled through the wind as she continued to walk.

“How?” Commander Lewis asked.

Mark seemed to catch her idea, so he spoke up for her, “Use the cables from the comms mast as guy-lines, anchor it with the Rover’s!” He exclaimed as something—Y/n couldn’t tell what—flew in their direction.

“Watch out!” Lewis exclaimed, but it was too late. The disk flew into Mark, taking him along with it as it flew through the winds.

“MARK!!” Y/n exclaimed as she stopped. The woman felt her heart drop down to the ground at the emptiness behind her.

“Watney!” Lewis yelled as well. “What happened?”

“He was hit!” Y/n exclaimed through the knot that was forming in her throat.

“Watney, report,” Beth panicked.

“No, no, no, no..” Y/n muttered to herself as she stopped walking completely.

“Before we lost telemetry, his decompression alarm went off,” Beck said.

“Where did you last see him?” Commander asked quickly.

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know where he is!” She was panicking. Like on-the-brink-of-a-panic-attack panicking. Her best friend, her family, the only one she’s truly ever loved more than anyone in the world, gone.

“What are the vitals on his suit?”

“He’s offline,” Y/n looked down at the screen on the arm of her suit.

“A complete loss of signal on Watney.”

“Beck!” Vogel exclaimed, which the said man replied with a quick ‘yeah’. “How long can he survive decompression?”

“Less than a minute,” he responded. Y/n didn’t know what to do or say, she was still in shock of the whole thing.

Commander Lewis walked over to the rest of the team, “Line up, walk west.” And then they began walking. Y/n was determined to find her best friend, even if that meant she would be left all alone on the red planet. “He may be prone. We don’t wanna step over him.” Commander said as they used their lights to try and find Mark.

“Commander. We’re at 10.5 degrees. Tilting to 11 with a lll the gusts of wind,” Martinez warned the woman.

With a sigh of panic, Lewis stopped and turned back at her team. “Everyone, hone in on Martinez’s suit. It’ll get your to airlock. Get in, prep for launch.”

“What about you, Commander?” Vogel asked unsurely.

“I’m gonna search a little longer. Get moving!” She said, but everyone but Y/n hesitated. “Go!” The other started to move towards the MAV, but Lewis noticed a presence behind her. “L/n, go!”

“I’m not leaving without Mark! I couldn’t live with myself if I left him here,” she told her Commander.

With a sigh, Lewis nodded her head. Another set of eyes would be better to finding Mark. “Fine.” And so they started looking. Y/n tried to go the direction she last saw Mark, but she wasn’t finding anything. “Watney, report!”

“Mark!” The two yelled and searched around to see if the man would respond back, but nothing.

“The MAV’s at 11.6 degrees. One good gust and we’re tipping,” Martinez warned the two.

“If it tips, you launch,” Lewis told him, determined to find her lost crew mate.

“You really think I’m gonna leave you behind?” He asked his Commander.

“That’s an order, Martinez,” she commanded.

Y/n nodded, “Leave us if you have to.” She told him before continuing her search to find her best friend. “Mark! Can you hear me? Mark I swear if you don’t respond-“ She said but was cutoff by the sound of a large object headed her way.

“Martinez, what about the proximity radar? Could that detect Watney’s suit?” Lewis asked the man.

“It’s made to see the Hermes from orbit, not a little piece of metal from a single suit,” he told her, but Y/n wasn’t listening. She didn’t know what direction the large object was coming from, so she hoped that it would miss her.

“Give it a try,” she said.

“Roger.” He replied. A few seconds later he spoke up, “We’ve got negative contact on the proximity radar.”

“Nothing?!” Y/n exclaimed in sadness.

“No. I can barely see the HAB,” Martinez gave them the bad news.

“Commander, Y/n, I know you don’t wanna hear this, but Mark is dead,” Beck’s voice came through the radio. Those three words struck Y/n hard.

Mark is dead.

A sob escaped Y/n’s lips as she continued her search, but the large object was getting louder it seemed.

“Commander, Y/n, you need to get back to the ship, now!”

“13 degrees. If we pass balance, we’ll never rock back!” Vogel said, making Lewis stop.

“I’ve got one more trick left, and then I’m following orders, Commander,” Martinez spoke, but Y/n was partially listening. The object was getting closer, she could feel it.

“Commander! Y/n!” Beth exclaimed.

“On my way,” Lewis said as she started to make her way to the MAV. But what she didn’t notice was that she was walking back alone. “Y/n?” She asked the stopped girl.

“I can’t leave him,” she told her Commander.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but he’s gone. We have to leave. Now!” Lewis ordered her, but before she could say anything, the large object slammed right into Y/n, causing her to scream loudly. It felt like a solar panel? Y/n couldn’t tell as it pushed and dragged her away from her commander, away from the MAV. Away from her chance of getting home alive. It pushed onto her helmet hard, so hard that it knocked her head against it.

“Y/N!!” Was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.

[iruntoosillyformyowngood]

this goes without saying that I love the Martian

[picards-broken-tea-kettle]

Breaking news: Watney saved by Autism. shoutout to Rich

[liopleurodean]

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]