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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Mayhaps a Space Mark x Captain Reader?

So, you know the scene in Avengers: Endgame with Tony’s arm mangled from the Infinity Stones? I thought it’d be cool if the Captain had a thing similar to that, but less lethal, if that makes sense.

I was wondering if you could do something with the reader with serious ptsd from everything that happened, overworking themselves to the bone, realizing that the spot Mark yanked the crystal out had become infected or something. The reader has a horrible long and pulsing wound that goes up to their shoulder from having the crystal so long, and they knew it would scar, but this is so much worse, but they convince themselves they are fine, but then eventually Mark and the crew realize the reader is seriously hurt when the reader almost passes out in the hallway. Mark argues with the reader, telling them to just let him see, and they panic, knowing how he’ll react, but Mark finally pulls their sleeve up and finds the wound.

And stares. And stares, hearing CC scold the Captain and saying how they could have lost their arm to infection if they had left it like that much longer. He then shakily patches it up, not letting anyone else near it, because it was his responsibility. He did this to them.

Reader passes out sometime during all this, and when they wake up, Mark is at their bedside and won’t meet their eyes, bringing them water and shakily asking them what else they need, before the reader says his name and he just absolutely breaks down, sobbing, apologizing and crying.

Angst and comfort and pining and confessions please? 🥺❤️

'God, it’s worse than I imagined-’

“Ouch.”

Wincing as your fingers barely grazed against the pulsating wound, you stared at it in the bathroom mirror, wondering how you let it get this bad. 

It all started when that damn crystal was ripped out of your flesh. You still remember how it was so painful you couldn’t even speak or cry out...you were just in total shock the whole time. And you obviously knew it was gonna scar, though it never gave you much trouble.

At least not until now, as it transformed into this horrid thing that trailed all the way up to your shoulder. The flesh looked like burnt muscle, with bluish blisters embedded in its mass.

Feeling your stomach lurch, you sucked in a breath and rolled your sleeve back down and put your gloves on.

You’ll deal with this later. You had other matters to attend to as captain. The duties didn’t stop just because the colony was getting set up.

Not only that, but you couldn’t tell Mark about this. Even after getting out of that messy timeloop, you never told him that he accidentally scarred your palm...and you definitely didn’t plan to show him what became of that scar.

He would be devastated.

And what about the rest of the crew if they found out and panicked?

That would be messy, and you hated messes. So you figured you’ll carry on as usual and see if your assistance was needed anywhere. Surely everyone was wondering where their trusty captain had run off to. It’s surprising that nobody’s spamming your messages yet..not even Mark.

But as you left the room and trekked down the corridor, your uniform suddenly felt unusually heavy. And you could feel your arm throbbing and your breaths becoming labored.

‘Maybe I just need to get this off..’ You figured, removing your helmet. However in doing so, the pain sharply swelled up and you hissed in agony, dropping the gear to the floor and startling a few nearby crewmembers--Celci included.

“Captain? You dropped this.” She frowned as she picked up the helmet and gave it back to you, though she noticed how exhausted you looked. “Cap? Is..everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m..I’m all good, CC. I just got butter fingers today.” With a tired smile, you tried taking it, though you nearly dropped it a second time and quietly cursed at yourself.

Now your sleeve was irritating the wound, and you itched it furiously.

“CC! Are you messing with the captain’s helmet?!”

You froze. ‘Oh shit..why now?’ 

He’s here, too.

“No, Mark.” The cryo lead huffed as she put the helmet down. “They have trouble carrying it, and..they don’t look so good either. Like they’re running a fever.”

Immediately, Mark’s glare vanished into a look of concern as he saw you sitting against the wall, and he knelt down. “Cap? Are you sick? Do you need anything?”

“N-No, no..I just..need a minute to rest my legs.” You tried staying calm, but it was failing with the anxiety welling up inside your chest. His staring didn’t help matters, either.

“Captain, don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been working your tail off all day. And you’re sweating bullets. Maybe you should take off the jumpsuit-”

“No!”

He flinched at your shout, and even you seemed surprised as you shrunk back and clutched your arm. So much for trying to stay calm and not worrying anybody. “I mean..I..I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.”

"What’s wrong with your arm?” Mark asked.

“Nothing.”

“...then why are you holding it like it’s broken?”

“Nothing is wrong with it, Mark.” The panic was starting to settle in as you scowled at him, wishing he would just drop the subject. “I-If you don’t stop asking, I’ll...I’ll...”

“You’ll what? Demerit me for being concerned about my captain’s well-being?!” Now he was growing irritated, too. “If nothing’s wrong, then can I see it?”

“.......”

“Captain-”

“You’re not gonna like what you find..” You finally muttered, realizing that you can’t stop him. He was too stubborn and concerned for his own good...and you knew it was only going to hurt him in the most painful way possible.

But you just sighed and looked away, closing your eyes as you felt Mark gently take your arm and roll up the sleeve a little bit.

That was more than enough to horrify him.

You expected him to react with disgust, though when you bravely opened your eyes, he was just staring at it. Even as he took off your glove and found the crystal-shaped scar in your hand, he didn’t show much of a reaction to that either.

His eyes only stared and stared...

“My god..what happened?!” Celci was shocked, but you were barely able to focus on her words.

Your blurring gaze remained on Mark as, with trembling hands, he dug up a roll of bandages from his pocket and wrapped them around your arm. He did it as gently as he could, ignoring the concerns of anybody who walked by and asked what happened to you.

They didn’t understand.

None of them would understand.

Because only he knew what caused this.

Because he did this to you.

His guilt only grew when you eventually lost consciousness right as he finished, and he was oddly stoic as he quietly ordered the medical team to get a stretcher, operators, and medications ready.

It was all he could do to keep himself from breaking down in front of them.

..............

Hours later you came to and woke up in a bed. You sat up a little, recognizing your surroundings as the medical bay built within the colony. It was definitely more spacious than the infirmary back on the Invincible II, with your own individual room.

As you took in the scents of clean chemicals, you realized you were just in your uniform pants and sleeveless white undershirt. You looked at the bandage on your arm, covering your wound from fingers to shoulder. It wasn’t hurting anymore, thank goodness.

Though..it left you thinking about Mark and wondering if he was doing alright.

Then as if a higher being from above heard you, the door opened and you saw your head engineer stumble in with a glass of water. His gaze was downcast, refusing to meet your eyes; not even as he shakily set the cup down on the small table (which also held flowers native to the planet and get-well-soon notes). A few water droplets spilled, but that was the least of your worries.

Instead you watched Mark as he sat in the chair by your bedside, his head still bowed. “M-Morning cap, can I...get you anything else?”

He was very much not alright. 

His voice sounded so monotone, yet so broken at the same time.

This was exactly what you dreaded. So you tried to be gentle with your wording so he didn’t think you were upset with him.

“I’m okay, thank you Mar-”

But before you could finish saying his name..he broke down into tears, hands rubbing at his face as he sobbed quietly. “Wh-Why...Why didn’t you tell me...I..I did this to you?!”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” You frowned with guilt. “It’s my own fault for letting it get this bad. You have every right to be mad at me.”

“..h-how could I ever be mad at you when I’m the reason you got infected i-in the first place?” With a tearful voice he finally looked up at you, face tinted red and eyes puffy. “You didn’t give yourself that s-scar...i-it was my fault..”

Your heart broke further as he choked out those words. Those exact same words he said about the warp core..

Indeed, it was a traumatic experience for both of you. Especially for him, knowing he’s hurt you several times and tried blaming you for all the problems he caused..thinking you were betraying him and the universe and...

But he just sniffled and looked at you directly. “The doctors..brought down the swelling and removed those blisters. Th-They said your arm would still be functional. Might take a few days, though..”

“That’s still good news.” You nodded softly.

“Yeah. Celci was going on and on about how lucky you were..not to need an amputation. God, I..I-I can’t even imagine if that had to happen because of me.” He laughed tearfully, voice breaking into sobs again. “I-Imagine me screwing up that badly, huh? Wouldn’t that be funny?”

Shaking your head, you sat up more to hug him, unable to bear seeing him this upset. And you let him cry into your non-infected shoulder as you held him as tight as you could.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, [y/n].” He didn’t mean to say your actual name, but he was so crushed by the “what ifs” and felt this gut-wrenching heartache inside of him--the fear of losing you or being the reason you lost a limb eating him alive. In this moment, saying your name felt natural.

“It’s alright, Mark. I forgive you.” You patted his back. Even if you only had one good arm left, you’d still give the best hugs that you possibly could to this man.

“Y-You’d still forgive me if-?”

“Of course. Neither of us could’ve known it could infect me like this. And if I needed that procedure to save my life, then..that’s fine. I’ll learn to live with it. Besides, I could get myself a cool robot arm.”

You heard him laugh a little bit through his tears, his stubble tickling your skin. ‘At least he’s feeling better now.’ You sighed softly in relief as you stroked his hair absentmindedly. 

He gazed at you tiredly, a smile on his lips; though he did something unexpected as he pulled you closer and rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You were flustered, but shut your eyes, too, holding onto each other for a few moments.

After some time Mark pulled away, taking your hands. “[Y/n], there’s something I’ve..been meaning to tell you.” He cleared his throat. ”I was so terrified to lose you, both today and in that wormhole-warp core fiasco. I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to say this, so I’m going to right now: I...may or may not have...f-feelings for you that you may or may not reciprocate...?” He murmured quietly, averting his gaze.

Even he sounded unsure of himself, thinking this was too unprofessional. 

Maybe it wasn’t the right time, but he was so afraid that there wouldn’t be a “next time”. Anything could happen to him or you or the crew tomorrow or tonight...with all you’ve been through there’s been missed opportunities and no second chances for some things.

And this was a huge risk he was taking--a risk that could end with him being heartbroken and you never looking at him as anything but a head engineer.

Yet when he nervously looked up at you, all he could see was your warm smile, feeling your hands tighten around his.

And in that moment he found no reason to fear or doubt you anymore.

Because you felt the same.

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| Mack..? | jacksepticeye!mack x reader | 100 word? Drabble

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?

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[sardonic-the-writer]

Do you think the captain has phantom pain in their hand/arm from the warp core crystal after its removal?

Yeah :(

I saw a headcanon about a caption with a prosthetic arm (not related to the warp core crystal) and I think it kinda feeds into this ask as well. Perhaps that they need a special glove to keep their hand from hurting all the time. Or they have a scar akin to being burnt in a fire. Things like that

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[i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this]

Hello ! I have a request to make for a x reader (if u dont mind :) )

Could u make ( if u want) a ranger mark (the camp mark from in space with markiplier) x reader please ? You can choose what it's about

If u dont want it's okay

Good morning/evening/night:3

Welcome to camp! (Camp Mark x GN Co-Counselor Reader)

Summary- You always loved nature, so when you found a summer camp hiring camp counselors you took your shot! You got the job and you get a sick ass cabin and a very attractive co-counselor .

TWs- None, short. 775 words

Hi, so sorry this took so long! I had fun writing this and feel free to request more of camp mark. I don't think he has an x reader tag yet so I guess I'll start it off. I very loosely based it off of camp Mark obviously but also David from Camp Camp.

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“Camp Mark- iplier” you mumbled to yourself looking at the sign near the entrance to the camp you'd be staying at for the next couple of months. 

You slowly walked into the camp taking in your surroundings. It was a lovely forest, but you always did like nature. That's why you took this job, being a camp counselor can’t be too bad. It paid well and you'd have another counselor to help you out. Funny enough you're pretty sure his name is Mark too. 

You shrugged and walked towards the cabins, the owner of the camp said your luggage should be waiting for you in the mess hall. 

Surprisingly the cabins looked nice, for well, cabins. They were a decent size and could hold a few campers in them each, though your cabin was excellent. It supposedly had good internet, wifi, and even a smart t.v!!! 

Though it was a little weird, you didn't complain, not when it was free for you. You let yourself smile, as you walked past the cabins and into the mess hall. 

The mess hall itself was a good size, with an unseen kitchen in the back, but that's not what caught your attention. No, what did that was the hot guy sitting at a table looking at some paperwork. 

He looked up with a smile and your heart stopped. 

How was it possible for someone to be this cute? His black hair was fluffy and looked so soft, and his eyes which were a warm brown felt so inviting. The toned muscles you could see from under the khaki shorts and shirt were making your face heat up a bit.

“Well, Howdy there friend. I’m assuming you're my co-counselor?” He spoke with a slight accent. You nodded and walked over to him, so this was Mark. 

“Uh, yeah that's me. It's nice to meet you.” He stood up quickly and stuck his hand out, 

“The pleasure is all mine Darlin, hopefully, the trip up here wasn't too bad for you?” you shook his hand as he spoke. You shook your head answering his question, 

“No, not at all just kinda tired.” he nodded, with a soft smile.

“Understandable, it is a very long ride up here. How bout we get you settled in Darlin?” he replied looking over to where your luggage was. You nodded, 

“I’d love that.” he walked over to your luggage and picked up the 2 suitcases you had there, leaving a backpack for you. You slung the backpack over your shoulder and watched as Mark effortlessly carried the luggage over to your cabin. 

“You know I could have carried one of my suitcases, you didn't have to.” You stated as you neared your cabin, he shook his head and replied, 

“I know you could have, but then I wanted to. You deserve some rest after the long trip.” He smiled and opened the door to your cabin, holding the door open for you with his foot.

You gasped as you looked around the cozy cabin. It was a decent size and had a comfortable-looking bed and surprisingly a nice t.v. There were also a few unlit candles and books lying around. 

“Oh my god Mark, this is amazing,” you started looking around, as he placed your suitcases on your bed. 

“I’m glad you like it, I hope you like the candles and books. The person I bought them from said they were the best for positivity and stuff like that.” He said, his face turning red. 

You whipped your head to look at him, 

“You did all of this for me?” he nodded yes, “ Oh Mark you didn’t have to, this is all so amazing.” You walked over to the man and took ahold of his hands in yours, 

“Thank you, This means a lot to me.” you finished. 

Mark flashed his heart-warming smile and brought your hands to his lips placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. 

“It’s no problem Darlin, I had to get the best for the best person.” He started holding your hands, your face now turning red. 

Before you could reply he let go of your hands after placing another kiss on them, 

“Well, I’ll let you get settled in now. We can talk some more tomorrow.” He said, you smiled.

“Get some rest Mark, I’ll be here if you need me,” you replied. He tipped his hat at you as he left. 

You watched him leave with a giddy smile on your lips. You fell into your new bed and giggled a little to yourself. 

You had a feeling you would like the next couple of months. 

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[umbrellafics]

Humans?!

Summary: Alien!Reader meets Gunther

a/n: Ethan is Gunther’s assistant bc I said so

You were working in your house. A storm recently came through and destroyed part of your home. You were pretty far away from the nearest city so you were on your own when it came to fixing it. While you were measuring how long your walls were you heard a loud whooshing sound. You looked up and saw a large flying object in the distance. You didn’t recognize it as any of the aircrafts you’ve seen before so you went to ask your friend Wug about it.

Wug was decorating cookies when you went to them about it. They didn’t seem too concerned but went to check after they saw how nervous you were. You decided to watch from a window as you saw Wug look towards the sky. The ship landed a few miles away from your house. You saw Wug walk toward the ship and some creatures walk out of the ship. It was too far away to make out anything so you decided to leave your house and get closer to the action.

As you got closer to the ship you saw Wug talking to the creates in a language you didn’t understand. How does Wug know this language already? One of the creatures with no hair and a small stick in their mouth noticed you approaching and pulled a gun out on you. The creature yelled something before Wug stood in between the two of you and talked to the creature. The creature lowered their weapon and allowed Wug an opportunity to give you a translator.

With a translator intact you can now understand the creatures. You greeted them, nervousness evident in your voice. You bowed, a species neutral greeting according to the USA, and patted the bald creature's head. The bald creature laughed and introduced themself as Gunther, a weapons expert. Gunther introduced you to his research team, a couple of scientists, and his assistant Ethan. You patted their heads (a common greeting in your area) and apologized for scaring Gunther. He laughed and assured you that nothing could possibly scare him.

Once Wug and you felt safe enough you invited the humans into your home. You gifted them some plants and food so they can research it. In return, Gunther and Ethan helped you to finish your house repair.

While working Ethan asked you several questions about your species’ customs and lifestyles. You gladly answered and asked a couple of your own. Afterward, Gunther and his team prepared to leave. Before they went back to their ship Ethan promised to come back soon with more of his people.

You bid them goodbye and watched them leave in their ship and disappear into the night sky. You readied yourself for bed and wondered when Gunther and his team would return. You’re excited to meet more humans and learn more about this new species.

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[luckybunny001]

Just a Captain and her Head Engineers

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[zee-stars]

Hi I absolutely adore your work!I hope your having a great day! If you want to maybe something with Space Mark with prompts from your list!

18. 9. 8!

Idk why but fluffy but possessive (not a weird amount) space Mark makes my heart happy!!!!

Thank you ❤

Thank you so much!! Honestly Space Mark is one of my favorite egos now so I love to write about him.

Also I kind of have another idea for these prompts so I might make another one with these.

Prompts: 18- “you shouldn’t be awake right now.” “okay, hypocrite.” 9-"Is that my shirt?" 8- "Your mine"

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For the past week you had been waking up around 1 am and not being able to go to sleep after. At this point you have given up and just let your body be. It would be easier for you to do your work with everyone else asleep. You got up from your bed and slip on a random t-shirt over your tank top. It could be a bit colder around the ship, especially near cryo. You take your short journey to your office and flip on the light. You sit at the desk and pull out a folder full of paper work. You sigh and start to fill it out.

"God it's to early for this." You whisper, you hide your face in your hands and rub your eyes. You are startled by the sound of the door opening. You look up only to see your head engineer standing near it.

"Mark? What are you doing?" You asks.

"I saw you weren't in your room and I was worried about where you were." He said and stood in front of your desk. He grabs a chair from the corner of the room and moves to sit next to you.

“You shouldn’t be awake right now.” He whispers. 

"Okay, hypocrite." You chuckle and he rolls his eyes.

"Why are you up, Handsome?" His face goes red. And he struggles to get the next few words out, making you smile.

"I woke up and I went to your room to lay with you and you weren't there." He pouts.

You laugh and pull him to your chest. You sit quietly for a while and you think that he might have fallen back asleep.

"Is this my shirt?" He breaks the silence and you pull away from him. Sure enough it's one of his black and white shirt.

"Yeah. You left it in my room so yeah." He smiled and pulled you into a kiss which you returned.

"You look pretty in my shirt. All pretty. All mine. You're mine." He said in between kisses. You smiled. You knew it was his tiredness that made him like this. If he was fully aware of what he was saying, he won't be saying it. Your boyfriend wasn't the bold one.

You pulled away from him and ruffled his hair.

"You are the biggest dork I know. Now I have to get back to work." You tried to turn away but he grabbed your waist and lifted you from your seat.

"MARK! What on Earth are you doing?! Put me down!" You pushed against his shoulders and he giggled.

"We aren't on Earth. I thought you would know that, Captain." You gave up and let Mark carry you back to your room. He lightly tossed you on the bed and laid down beside you.

"I hate you." You turned away from him. He moved closer and put his head on your back.

"I love you too."

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[breadyeetking]

I have a Headcanon about Mack that I love with my whole heart. I know it’s like fanoncanon that Mack is a simp for us (captain) like mark. But I love the idea that he follows us around making sure we’re ok. Not in a yandere way or anything but like making sure we don’t get injured or if we do he’s the first to help. Obviously complains about it but still helps us no matter what.

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[soupgoose]

Late Nights and Early Mornings

Requested: No one other than myself :D

Genre: Slight Hurt/Comfort (very brief, like so little that its barely enough for a tag), So much Fluff, teeth rotting even, One-shot

Word Count: 3714

Paring: HeadEngineer!Mark x Captain!Reader [Gender Neutral], Still written (slightly) platonically, still up for interpretation (but let's just say that maybe Mr. Head engineer is crushing a little but >:) )

Warnings: None :D

Summary: When the Captain doesn't feel like going back to bed, someone else decides to take the initiative. 

A/N: Definitely another one of those self-indulgent ideas I came up with when I couldn’t sleep and decided “Hey this would be adorable”. And thus, this was born! MAyBe, just MaYBe I stayed up a little late to finish this, but hey! Can’t stop that sweet sweet writing grind! Did my computer try to crash multiple times as I was writing this? Yes, but that’s a future me issue.

As always, if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know!

Happy reading! 

-Soup :D

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“You don’t get to choose if I exist!”

“I don’t know if your evil, or just stupid!”

“I’m going to fix the damage you caused.”

“What did you do?!”

“Captain no! Think about the colonist!”’

“Captain! Something is very wrong!”

“It all comes down to bad leadership.”

“Captain! NO-”

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A sharp inhale breaks the calm silence that filled your chamber, as your body jolts forward. Your hand clenched the fabric of your night shirt. Heavy and panicked breaths rock your chest, and you feel your lungs desperately searching for oxygen.

The voices and screams of various friends and acquaintances begin to fade from your ears, leaving behind a painful quiet. You glance across your sleeping chamber, studying the assets that surround your bunk.

“Just a nightmare… It was just a nightmare.” You mumble under your breath.

Moving to sit against the headboard, your hand presses against the skin on your face. You try to rub the tired from your eyes, sighing to yourself in the process.

They hadn’t been as frequent recently, a stark contrast from when you had first landed on the colony's new home. Nightly terrors and haunting memories kept you in a perpetual state of exhaustion.

After an exhausting day with the colony, and the promise of yet another busy day quickly approaching, the one thing you were excited for, was a night of good sleep.

But of course.

Another nightmare.

You began to move from your spot on the bed, shifting quietly so as to not wake up the others in the rooms around your own.

To your credit, you had hid it fairly well. That was until you abruptly crashed mid meeting. What made it worse, was the fact that you did it in front of your crew leads and a select group of high ranking crew. And thus, your nights of sleeping in a 1 person suite stopped promptly.

Instead it was traded for a shared living quarters, fit with one large living room and kitchen, and separate rooms and offices for your “roommates”.

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The first person to volunteer was, of course, Mark. No one was shocked by his eagerness to tend to and to room with his The Captain.

Apparently, his reasoning was that he wasn’t a fan of having a large suite all to himself. After having long gotten used to sharing a small living space with others, he felt uncomfortable with the lack of company and chaos which he had grown so fond of. He said that there was too much space and not enough noise to fill it, whatever that meant.

Moving to your closet, you figured that it wouldn’t hurt to put on something else. Hoping that the slight change in your environment would distract you from your less-than-pleasant waking. Smoothing down your hair, you began to look for something more comfortable to wear than the itchy wool nightshirt you and the crew had been given.

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The next person, surprisingly, was Gunther. Somewhat agreeing with Mark, he too wasn’t overly happy with the general lack of trouble that he wasn’t causing. He was much more excited for the “shenanigans” that the three of you could pull off with the combined free time. A cheer and a fist bump between Mark and himself was interrupted by Celci.

While she wasn’t completely thrilled at having to spend any extra time around the two, she wanted to make sure that someone was keeping the Captain relaxed and focused in this arrangement. And so, she was the last to volunteer.

“The whole point of us moving in is to keep them healthy and on track. If you two are always keeping them up zt night by messing around, and blowing up who knows what! Then that’ll defeat the whole purpose.”

There was an exchange of groans and eyerolls. But ultimately the three of them did come to an understanding. The point of this was to keep you from staying up alone, and this would hopefully add in a sense of comfort to lessen the frequency of your nightmares.

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What you decided on wearing wasn’t exactly your normal uniform, but it could pull off as a convincing underlayer if you needed to explain to a bystander. Wearing a pair of comfortable pants and a slightly loose white shirt, you begin your trek to the kitchen.

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Burt, while he offered his full support, did not want to participate. After all, he was comfortable with his living space, as it had enough room for his projects and was isolated away from distractions. A plus was that it was connected to the Main Engineering Plant, which held a large portion of the crucial mechanics and the main power station, through a short maintenance tunnel. He did say that he would swing by often to catch up and spend time with the group when he could.

After no one else volunteered the arrangement was sealed.

Did you try to resist, saying that it would be too much effort and that they (your nightmares) would eventually pass? Yes.

Did they listen to your complaints? Technically? They did in fact hear what you had said. They just didn’t follow.

While at first glance at the situation it would seem that mixing Mark’s and Gunther’s personality with Celci’s would be a homicide in the making. In reality, as long as they didn’t mess with each other too much, everybody got along. At least enough to keep your sanity intact.

Ever since then, there hasn’t been a dull moment. Two explosive-happy maniacs make for quite the party. Various near disasters and encounters with death later, and the four of you had settled in a sort of manageable, but also chaotic schedule.

Their endearing smiles at your laughter went unnoticed.

Over multiple weeks, most, if not all, of your night terrors had taken their place on a storage shelf at the back of your mind. Very few people knew of the arrangement, and even fewer knew the reasoning behind it.

And you came to learn that your crew truly did care about your well being, and were relieved to watch you improve. Family style meals and weekly “game-nights” quickly became a tradition. And even though you never quite caught on, your crew was completely taken aback as they watched more and more of your true self break out of the façade that being a Captain had created.

Celci’s captivated gaze when you would ramble and rant was unseen.

You never did catch Gunther’s pride swell when he got you to laugh and play around with the group.

And not once did you realize how infatuated Mark was towards you when you would smile.

Things up until this point had become, you hate to say it but, almost perfect.

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The subtle clicks of your shoes echoed quietly down the hall. Many of the lights were off, other than a few nightlights that created a soft glow at the base of the walls.

Walking past Celci's room you could hear a faint white noise machine from behind her door. And a soft blue emitted from the crack underneath the door frame. You stopped in front of it, pausing to make sure that she hadn’t woken up from your movements. She was fairly easy to wake up if someone needed her assistance. Years of having to watch over the well-being of thousands of colonists prevented her from ever reaching a deep sleep.

After a second of listening you moved on.

You then passed Gunther's room on the other side of the hall. The man’s snoring and muffled music made you chuckle under your breath. You knew that you didn’t have to wait around, as you had learned quickly that he could sleep through almost everything, be it a blaring alarm or explosions right outside his door. He really only woke up on his own terms, and somehow always when someone needed him for something. How he managed to get up on time everyday still baffled you.

You continued on your journey, listening to your soft footsteps and the hum of the world around you.

The living room had a sizable nook for desks and cabinets, which is where some of the larger projects and work documents were kept. It was also where you found Mark.

Turning the corner you noticed two things.

One, the door to Mark’s room was wide open, revealing an empty room. And two, there was a light on in the kitchen.

“I’m surprised to see you up.” You announced from the archway between the hallway and the living room. You leaned most of your weight against the wall behind you, crossing your arms in front of you like a disappointed parent who just caught their kid up late on a school night.

Your voice was just loud enough to be heard by the engineer, as he jumped at the unexpected company.

“Captain! Shoot- wait. Um, captain? You’re awake?” He asked, quickly lowering his voice, so he wouldn’t wake the other two. He was embarrassed, obviously. Even though you both knew that he wasn’t doing anything bad, he still looked as if he had been caught red-handed at the scene of a crime. Face completely red and shoulders scrunched up to his ears.

You kept your volume soft as you let out a laugh, finally crossing the room and reaching the kitchen. “Well, you are talking to me, so I would assume so.” You replied sarcastically.

“Sorry, I’m just surprised to see that you're awake at this time. Typically your mornings don’t start this early. What’s gotten you up and moving?” He spun his chair around to face you. His eyes follow your deliberate, and somehow still exhausted, movements as you decide to make yourself a cup of coffee.

You began to speak while looking away from him, focused on the task at hand. “You’re definitely right about that sir. However I really have to ask, what in the world are you doing up? I thought that you had something due in a few hours?”

You could feel his face heat up even more from across the room, “I mean- Yeah… but I just had to get this finished before I could sleep.”

The coffee had finished brewing and a small hiss creeped from the machine.

“Is it the one for today?”

His lack of a response gave everything you needed to know.

“I see.” You poured the brew into two small mugs, stirring in any extra add-ins that you felt were needed.

“I know… I just-” he sighed in defeat, looking back at the desk. Strewn with papers and a small laptop, he looked over the mess he had created in his hurry to finish his project.

“I knew that I had to get it finished, but I was having so much fun that I just kept…”

“I get it, Mark. You don't have to explain it to me. You’re not in trouble, I just find it amusing.”

You smirk, placing the cups on the desk as you take a seat next to him.

“I know you have been, that’s why I’m not upset with you. I know that you have your “methods”, and really who am I to question them. You’ve gotten all of your projects completed by the deadline, and I’m not the first to say that they’ve all been good quality too. I just wish that they wouldn’t make you stay up as late as they do.” You playfully smack his shoulder with the back of your hand. He winced dramatically, causing you both to snicker.

“It’s not like me to procrastinate this bad. I mean, sure I’ve got my moments, but seriously I’ve been really productive this whole mission! Oh, is that for me? Thank you.”

He took a long sip from the mug, basking in its warmth. You watched as his body relaxed, his shoulders and back slightly slouched against the back of the spinney chair.

“That’s pretty bold coming from you, Captain. I should be the one asking you why you're still up, y’know. After all, you never did answer my question.”

You set your mug down against the desk wordlessly. He already knew why, he just wanted you to admit it.

He shifts in his chair, sitting a little straighter and with his full body facing you. He looked so worried, but also so…

You stared into the contents of the mug in front of you.

“Captain?”

Sighing, you look up at him.

“You already know why Mark. This one, I just couldn’t bring myself to go back to sleep.”

His eyes reflect your own exhaustion, but also radiate a look of genuine concern.

“Cap…”

You turn away, “I mean it really wasn’t that bad. Definitely not one of the worst ones. It’s just…frustrating. After not having one for a while, it bugs me that they come back when I need to sleep the most.”

Comfortable.

He reached out with an arm, placing his hand over yours. While surprised by his forwardness, you didn’t move your hand away. “Cap, you know you can talk to me about these things. That’s part of the reason I’m here after all.” His thumb began to gently caress the back of your knuckles.

You huff jokingly at him, looking at your hands. You take a second to consider his offer. “I know, I know.”

You feel the bags under your eyes grow heavier, despite having the caffeine from the coffee running through you.

“Of course.”

“I think-” you feel his hand tighten a little around your own, “It is was it is, y'know? But, thank you, Mark. You've helped me a lot.”

You know that's not what he wanted to hear, but he doesn't continue to pry. “Alright Cap, you know I’m here when you feel up to it.”

You couldn’t help from teasing him from time to time. At the beginning of the arrangement, you figured out that you could easily make him flustered, and you’ve been using it against him ever since. Never enough to make him upset with you, not seriously at least, but just enough that it still had a similar effect every time, and always caught him off guard.

“Well?” You spoke suddenly, and a mischievous grin formed.

“Well what, Captain?”

“You said that was only part of the reason”

“Yes? What are you-”

“Mind telling me what that other reason might be?”

He caught on to what you might have been suggesting, stuttering and blabbering as he desperately tried to find the right words.

You wouldn’t call yourself a natural flirt, not even a good one, but over the years it was just one of those random things that you had picked up.

You enjoyed the close, comfortable, moments that the two of you shared. Sure you had spent time chilling out with the others. But something about these moments with Mark just felt different.

You were still laughing to yourself as he looked away, the other hand subconsciously moving to the back of his neck. His offense wasn’t true, as if you could ever really hurt his feelings, but it was still amusing to watch.

Your smile falters for a moment as the warmth from his hand leaves your own. A blush began to collect at the top of your ears shortly after.

A good kind of difference.

You suddenly yawn, feeling the tiredness pulling effortlessly at your eyelids.

“Damn…” you chuckle.

“Well Cap, I think that’s a clear enough sign that you should go back to sleep.” He spoke, his confidence coming back to him.

“Never.”

“Wha? Captain, what?” He asked breathlessly, taken aback by your sudden stubbornness.

“Nope. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” You add a dramatic flare to your statement.

You were half joking, you knew that you really should go back to sleep, but you weren't ready to, not yet at least.

“Come on Cap’n, you really need to get some rest-”

“So should you. Did you think that you were going to get off the hook that easily?”

“...Seriously?”

The cocky expression you wore said it all.

“So, you’re not going back to sleep until I finish this?”

“Yup.”

It takes you both a second before you make it over to the couch, and only then do you realize a crucial flaw in your plan.

Mark grew a smirk of his own, “Oh really?”

“Yup.”

“I bet you, 10 bucks, that you won’t be able to stay awake for more than 20 minutes.”

“Alright. You’re on. I bet you 15 that I can.”

“Oh I see how it is. I’ll raise you 15, if you can stay awake, while sitting on a couch, you win.”

You felt your confidence fall for a moment, “...Ok, fine, but only if you're sitting with me. It wouldn’t be fair having me sit behind you, just listening to you work.”

He thinks for a second, “Alright then, okay. Game on, Captain.” He sticks out his hand towards you.

“Game on, Engineer.” And with a firm handshake, the game began.

The couch is really only wide enough for two people sitting practically on top of one another.

“Oh crap…” you think to yourself.

“Well then, I guess this is a little trickier than you thought, huh Captain~”

He was way too comfortable with this. Being the fact that you and him were squeezed in right up against each other.

“Of course not!” you bluffed looking away from him, “I just forgot how tiny this seat is. I guess it’s really more of a loveseat, than a full couch.” You tried to force out a relaxed chuckle, but it came out sounding strained and nervous than you would have liked. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

“If you're uncomfortable with being this close to me I can move. I guess it would mean that you’d lose, but your comfort is a higher priority to me.” He spoke softly, leaning in a little closer. He lingered there for a moment, before chuckling to himself and retreating to his half of the seat.

It's a good difference, even though it's unfamiliar.

It's not exactly you being uncomfortable that was the problem.

No. It’s the fact that you are extremely comfy. Like the comfort from just him having his hand on top of yours. Just, multiplied by 1000, and over a larger surface area.

You wait for the red that covers your cheeks to dissipate slightly before you cough up a response. “I’m not going to lose to your cheating games, Mark. You can try all you like, but I am in no way-”

When you do look back at him, you find that he’s practically glowing as he’s looking at you. Eyes half lidded, and his cheeks are only a little more red than your own.

“Going…to-”

The way that he smiles at you makes your heart stutter. He looks at you like you're the only thing that matters.

“Lose.” Him throwing back the same style of teasing back at you was one thing. But how he was looking at you, was something completely unexpected.

“I’m intrigued”

He’s thinking about something. The way his eyes flicker over your features

“I’ll bring it back down to 10 if you let me try something.” Smile still mischievous, but with a layer of something else. Something gentler.

“Can you stand up for a sec? It involves a little bit of moving…”

You nod, standing up. This wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you're curious to see what his plan is.

Both of your cheeks are glowing brighter than before. However, he still looks so content and focused in the moment.

He sets his laptop down on the side table next to him. He moves over so that he's leaning more into the corner of the couch. One of his legs is placed across the back, while the other is draped over the edge and his foot is resting on the floor.

Once he finds a seemingly comfortable position, he pats at the little bit of couch in front of him.

Once you sit down, he beams, “come’er you!”, pulling you flush to him.

“It was a trap!” you yelp, trying to squirm against his hold on you. The two of you tried to suppress a laughing fit, but eventually it couldn’t be helped. You eventually relaxed against him, still snickering as you caught your breath.

His arms are wrapped tightly around you, and your chest is pressed against his own.

You can feel his heartbeat, and his body relaxing around you.

You thought about trying to resist, but his voice interrupts that train of thought.

You begin to feel your own heart calming down, your breathing returns to its natural cadence.

Your eyes droop slightly, and there's now a significant amount of effort in staying awake.

“Comfy?” He asks, still wearing a smirk, but more endearing than before.

“Mhm..” You mumble against him, burying your face into the top of his chest, your crown resting just above his collarbone.

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“I’ll drop it down to 5 if you let yourself relax…”

He could feel you trying to fight sleep. And in reality, he knew from the start that it wouldn’t take much effort to get you to sleep, but he didn’t expect to fall for his own trap.

You look up at him, “As long as the next time this happens I don’t find you awake like this again..”

He chuckled, “You drive a hard bargain.”

“Counter offer, how about I’ll just ask you for this the next time, so you don't have to deal with my stubbornness?”

“But I like dealing with you.”

You smile, letting your mind slip into the warmth that surrounds you.

You felt his laugh reverberate through his chest, and the hum of his voice hit your ears. “I’d like that.”

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The next morning, Gunther and Celci stumbled in on an adorable scene. Mark and the Captain were cuddled together.

Mark had his face buried into the top of their head, meanwhile the Captain had their ear pressed firmly against his chest.

“Would ya look at that”

Gunther whispered, moving across the living room, finding the almost empty mugs on the desk. Looking back at Celci, he smirks.

“Seems like someone owes me 20 bucks.”

“fine…”

#in space with markiplier #iswm x reader #after the events of iswm 2 #iswm mark x reader #hurt/comfort #one-shot #couch cuddles #fluff #and I mean SO much fluff #gender neutral #somebody's crushing~ #markiplier egos x reader #head engineer mark #head engineer mark x reader #captaineer #iswm

[whitesuitdarkiplier]

Darkiplier x reader who finally confronts him for stealing their body and leaving them behind? Sobbing and filled with sorrow and rage as they scream at him, and Dark has the crushing feeling of remorse, because he had become so broken and bitter over the years that he hadn’t truly thought about what he and Celine had done to the reader. He hadn’t stopped to think about it, because he knew if he ever did that he would never be able to keep up the bitter rage to complete his mission of revenge against actor mark.

IDK, I just like the idea of the actor maybe starting out of getting the reader from the mirror and putting them in his stories, but that the memory wipe isn’t as good as he thinks it is, because the reader, every time they start to remember, chooses to stay, because at least actor came back for them. Because while actor mark is Dark’s villain because he stole his body and left him to die, technically, Dark did the same thing to the reader. So, Dark would technically be reader’s actor mark. So how can they ever be what they were before? How can they? Every time the reader looks at Dark, all they see is their own walking corpse.

Anyways, I like pain and angst and think that would be cool to be explored.

Prompt: “He came back for me. You didn’t. And you know what? I don’t need you anymore.”

This was so emotional to write. Thank you for this prompt! Angst is good for the soul sometimes. I hope you really enjoy it!

You and Mark had been on many adventures together. Many crazy situations you didn’t know how to escape, many fun times you never wanted to end…and all the while, he thought it was because you couldn’t remember who you were, what had happened—what he had done. Whatever he did to purge you of your memories faded more and more with time. There were inklings of the truth always there, always an option to leave and never look back. To leave the demon to his demons and rest your own soul.

But even though by now you remembered everything, knew what was going on, you stayed. You stayed by his side. You said yes to him, you never split up, you held on. Because despite the sins of his past—he always did the same for you. He found you, lost and broken, alone where your once best friend had left you. He picked up those shattered pieces and made something new, gave you a starring role right by his side. He called you friend.

Perhaps it was all a lie. A way to keep someone else trapped with him in this never ending purgatory; misery does love company, after all. But even so…he never abandoned you.

You were back in the void again, a familiar ringing, a familiar face. Dark stood before you, and you’d met him a thousand times before. But now was different. Now, you wouldn’t remain silent.

“I know the feeling of being trapped in his games,” Dark said, almost pleading with you to wake up, “But we don’t have to be.”

“We?” You scoffed, something in you set ablaze, “There is no ‘we’. You left me. You promised we would fix things together and then you left me.”

You start to shake. You’re standing before your own broken and battered corpse. You try to see Damien and Celine beneath it all, but…you can’t. Not anymore. All those years of solitude and pain boil to the surface in rage and sorrow.

“Do you have any idea how long I waited, scrounging my mind for even the smallest bit of hope that you would return for me,” tears quickly form in your eyes and spill down your cheeks, “You were so caught up in your thirst for revenge that you discarded me like an old cloth and left me to rot! But you know who found me? You know who saw my broken soul and helped me? Mark.”

You took a step forward, your anger fueling you. “Mark gave me a second life. I’m not trapped in his games, Dark. I’ve chosen to stay because he actually gave enough of a fuck to come back for me!” You glare at him. “You talk about him and his sins, but you’re the same as him. You betrayed me. Your friend. I trusted you! And you tricked me and stole my body. You’re just like him.”

Dark scowls, staring at you, but he says nothing. He has no defense, no excuse. And for the first time in so, so long…the burning rage is dampened and in its place are the cold ashes of remorse. He’s never felt more pain than this moment, when his friend…former friend, pierced him with the ugly truth. He never stopped to think of you left in that mirror because of him. He convinced himself that somehow you were in the mirror because of Mark. But it was him. The two of you could have left that manor together and tried to pick up the pieces, leaving Mark alone with no story to tell. But he played into his hands.

“So he’s gotten what he wanted,” you say bitterly, “You are the villain. And he’s the hero.”

Dark’s she’ll cracks into a million versions of himself, screaming in agony and rage. Still, he says nothing.

You turn and start walking. Just as you could choose to leave Mark at any point…you can leave him in his void. Mid-step, you stop and turn around. Fire still burns in your eyes, and your next words are a knife to Dark’s heart.

“He came back for me. You didn’t. And you know what?” There’s venom in every syllable. “I don’t need you anymore.”

In the blink of an eye, you’re standing in the control room of the Invincible II, staring out the window into the cold vacuum of space. You’ve let go, you think. You’ve accepted your role, took back some semblance of power over your own life. But still…it’s a hollow victory.

“Thank you,” Mark says beside you, looking towards your new home planet. You look at him, his eyes so sincere it makes your heart ache. So much that you don’t stop to wonder if he’s just being a good actor.

“For not giving up on me,” he says with a soft grateful smile.

You reach out and grip his shoulder in a friendly gesture. Your friend. Your captor. Your hero.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

#darkiplier #in space with markiplier #markiplier #who killed markiplier #a date with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #iswm part 2 #iswm #iswm darkiplier #darkiplier fanfiction #darkiplier x reader #ahwm darkiplier #engineer mark #actor mark #wkm darkiplier #wkm actor mark #actor mark x reader

[in-space-with-wug]

may i request something fluffy along the lines of a captain with severe sleep deprivation and a sheer stubborn will to keep on trudging on after everything, with our good ol’ engineer mark finally getting them to relax? thankyou!

A soft knocking at the door pulls you back to New Earth. You wipe the crust from the corners of your eyes and call out a gravelly "Come in."

The door doesn't creak as it opens, both from good building and good caretaking. The fluffy head of your semi-trusted head engineer pokes in before his body follows. He has a mug in his hands as he strides toward your desk.

"Hey, Captain." Mark gives you a sad smile as he sits the mug in front of you. "Brought you some tea today. You need to try and sleep."

You shake your head and frown, eyes narrowing at the cup as Mark starts to worry over you. His voice fades into the background as you pick up the mug and sip at it, eyes drifting off toward a far wall.

A hand waves in front of your eyes, and you blink yourself back enough to look at your second-in-command once more. His brows were knit together, his lip between his teeth as he tried to think of something to say.

What was there to say? It was his fault.

"Cap," Mark murmurs softly, moving around the desk in order to put his hands on your shoulders, "you need to relax. We made it out, the core is destroyed - there's no way we're going back."

That's right - Mark wasn't there the first time you lived through a good ending...he had died because of that window.

But maybe it would be different, this time...? After all, he was with you. He was there when you resolved the paradox.

But what if?

Your eyes close as you slump forward slightly, relaxing into the other's touch and taking a long sip of tea. "I don't want to sleep," you mumbled after a long silence, throat soothed by the warm drink. It still hurt to talk, only a little.

"I know, Captain," was the quiet response. "I... I don't like sleeping either." His hands stilled for a moment, grip tightening as the seconds passed, before relaxing again and continuing his attempt at massaging your shoulders. He had gotten better since the first time he tried.

After another few moments, after your mug was empty, Mark stopped his massage and turned your chair around. You give him a tired look of confusion as he pulls you up to your feet. You stumble into his chest, leaning heavily on him for support, as he starts to lead you away from your desk and out of the room.

"What are you doing?" you grumble as you try to pull away, to return to your desk - the sun had risen fully by this point. "I need to work."

"You need to work on sleeping." Mark's voice made you huff and try to pull away again. He let you go and you almost immediately fell to the floor, had he not grabbed you again before you could topple over. "Captain, you can't even walk by yourself - as much as I hate to say it, let Celci take over for the day. And tomorrow. She won't mind."

Your eyes widen slightly as you look up toward Mark, who had made a specific rude role on the ship just for Celci. You bite your lip and turn your head toward the floor as Mark continues leading you to your room.

Despite not being in there for a week, outside of showering as best you could and getting clothes, the room was clean. No dust to be found. It smelled different than you remember, but it was comforting. Warm.

"There you go, Captain," Mark says as he helps you sit on the foot of the bed. He moves to the head in order to pull the blankets back and you do your best to stand, leaning heavily on the edge of the bed in order to make it over. A smile forms on his face as he sees you trying. "Good job."

His voice had been a whisper when he said it, though you had heard it over all of your fears of trying to sleep - of seeing all of those universes, those timelines...

Mark gently leads you onto the sheets, making sure you were comfortable before pulling up the blankets and checking you over once more. He sits in the chair beside your bed - had you ever noticed it was there? - before picking up a worn book on the bedside table.

You eye the book warily, though a rough yawn forces you to close your eyes. The yawn causes your eyes to water and you quickly wipe at them before focusing on Mark once more.

He just smiles at you and reaches over to pat your head. "Try and rest, Captain. I'll be right here." The brunet leans back in his chair, opens the book, and starts reading. His narrating voice is a soft rumble that slowly lulls your mind into a state of calm, until you don't focus on anything else except for it.

It doesn't take you long to fall asleep, though you wouldn't remember falling asleep once you woke up. You couldn't quite remember any of the dreams, either, which let your soul rest a little easier.

#thank you for the req 🤍 #i wouldve done this last night if i would have seen it before bed qwq #platonic tag #request tag #short fic tag #head engineer mark iswm #iswm #iswm 2 #iswm spoilers #iswm 2 spoilers #he!mark x captain #he!mark x reader #he!mark/captain #he!mark/reader #in space with markiplier #in space with markiplier 2 #in space with markiplier spoilers #in space with markiplier 2 spoilers #wug iswm

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Space Mark where he breaks down about the Captain having a scar on their hand from where he ripped the crystal and getting a concussion from when he hit their head with the canister

"Woah. Sick scar, cap. Where’d you get that from?”

Mark felt himself breaking out into a cold sweat upon seeing the large scar etched into your palm. You had taken your glove off as the material was itching it, but even you were surprised at how big the scar turned out to be.

And how it left the imprint of the warp crystal.

Not realizing how clammy he looked, you just told Gunther, Burt, and Celci a made-up story of where you got it from, throwing out whatever bizarre details your beautiful brain could cook up in that moment. While the group of leads gasped and sat in awe at the tale, only one remained completely silent.

The only one who knew the truth, because he was the cause.

Memories of what he did at the warp core came back to haunt him once again, as he remembers how cold and cruel he was to you. He ripped the crystal out of your hand with a pair of pliers like it was nothing, assuming it was just on your glove.

How did he miss your winces of agony and shock?

How did he miss the blood that dropped on the floor?

How did he..not realize how much pain he caused you?

As if that wasn’t already a bad reminder, you suddenly lost focus on where you were in the story, looking dazed as you held your head and shut your eyes for a moment, rubbing a particular spot on your temple.

The spot where he struck you with the canister upon entering the warp core. 

It left yet another crack in your helmet, sending you tumbling to the ground and rattling your skull. So even with that protection, it still managed to give you a-

“That concussion still not going away, cap?” Celci slid an ice pack over to you. “You’ve had it for a few days, haven’t you?”

“Yeah..thank you, CC. I..just wish I could remember where I left off.” You muttered as you held it against your head. “Ironic how a helmet’s supposed to prevent this. Guess I’ve taken quite a beating on this trip.”

Burt comforted you with something poetic about how “difficult journeys often yield the greatest rewards”, though Mark tuned that out, sitting there in numbing realization and guilt:

He gave you a goddamn concussion. He affected your ability to lead, make decisions, and hold simple conversations.

He nearly compromised your very duty as Captain.

And for what? Because he thought you were some monster who wanted to end all of existence?

No..he was the monster all along. The one who punished you for his wrongdoings. 

What was a monster like him doing at this table? 

“Hey, asshat.” Celci spoke up, nudging Mark’s arm in a playful way. He flinched and looked at her. “Some little birdie told me you and Cap are finally together. How did you manage that?”

“Yeah, what’s that about?” Gunther huffed as he leaned his elbows on the table. “You’ve been quiet.”

“Indeed,” Burt nodded. “We don’t mean to pry, but we can’t help but be curious. How has your love unfolded-?”

“E-Everyone...I...” Mark looked to you for a brief moment, his eyes flickering to the scar, before he abruptly got up. “I’ll tell you later....I..gotta take a walk.” Then he left the table without another word. He felt his throat tightening up, eyes burning with tears.

He couldn’t face anyone like this.

Especially not you.

Concerned, you set down the ice pack and followed him, leaving your other three crewmembers confused.

..........

On the ground of the new planet, you arrived at your home. Knowing how often Mark visited, you only expected him to be here. A man like him was easy to predict...to a degree.

“Mark?” You called out as you entered through the automatic doors, wondering where he could possibly be. It wasn’t too big of a house, so it shouldn’t take long to find him.

However, you heard the sounds of sniffles and light sobbing coming from your bedroom. Your heart melted as you knew exactly what he was upset about, but you didn’t know it was taking this kind of toll on him.

Pushing the door open, you saw your lover curled up on the bed, face buried in his knees and his hands in his hair, crying his heart out. He assumed he was all alone until he felt the mattress shift weight, and he looked up to see you now sitting beside him.

“Mark, honey..”

With red, puffy eyes trailing to your scarred palm, he whimpered as he slowly reached a hand out. Then he paused, his eyes flickering back to yours as a silent request for permission.

You nodded and allowed him to take your hand, breaths still shaky as he lightly rubbed his thumb over the tissue, tears freely falling.

He regrets all of it.

The way he attacked you and screamed at you...god, he wanted to take it all back. He wouldn’t care if you did the same to him as payback. It would be much deserved after the hell he put you and everyone through.

Especially you, now that you have a permanent reminder of that.

Who does this to someone they love? Who fought across timelines to find him?

He pressed a kiss against your palm, only to shudder with sobs as he felt a thumb stroking his beard. Bringing your hand to the side of his face, you gently lifted his head up to meet your gaze. He looked so broken. “C-Cap..I..”

Yet all he could do was collapse against you and sob into your shoulder as you brought him into a hug. He tried closing the distance between you two as much as possible. His chest trembled, struggling not to hyperventilate at the crushing reality of what he did to you.

"O-Oh god, I didn’t m-mean...I...god, what have I done..!!”

“Mark, breathe..just breathe.” You ran a hand through his black hair, hushing him and rocking him slightly. “I know you didn’t mean to. You were angry. There were misunderstandings. It’s alright now. I’m gonna be okay. This scar will go away..and my concussion will, too."

“How can..y-you be okay with me making mistake..a-after mistake..after goddamn mistake?! You..should’ve told them what happened.”

“Why would I ever wanna do that?”

“..th-they already hate me. Might as well give them something else to hate..l-like how I attacked their captain.”

“Wha..Mark.” You pulled away slightly with a frown, tucking a fringe of his hair behind his ear. “Nobody hates you-”

“Bullshit. You heard e-everything they said! I’m stupid, incompetent, a-annoying...hell, every alien we met called me ugly, remember?” He forced out a laugh, sniffling as he bowed his head. “I-I’m just as ugly inside as I am outside-”

“Stop it.” You cupped his face with both of your hands, making him look at you. “You’re not ugly or stupid. Not to me.” Gently, you thumbed away the tears that slipped down his cheeks.

“But I-I was stupid enough to give you that scar and hit you with an extinguisher..”

“We all make dumb decisions from time to time.”

"Those..w-were the worst ones I ever made. I thought..y-you’d hate me after seeing that scar. The face you made when you saw it, and the way you looked at me after that...I-I just...I thought...”

“I was shocked, yes. But I’m not angry about it.”

“You’re not? Not even a little?” His eyebrows slightly furrowed with confusion. “B-But..it’ll remind you of how much I hurt you-”

“That’s not how I wanna remember it. If anything..I want it to remind me of how much I love you. Of how many timelines I went through just to find you..and how we fixed this together.” You softly smiled. “You’re a good man, Mark. And I love you so, so much. I don’t want you to ever doubt that, okay? Mistakes can be made, be it one or a million. I don’t care. No amount of them can ever make me hate you.”

The engineer’s shaky breaths slowly calmed down as he smiled in return, putting a hand over your own. No words could express how grateful he was to have you in his life. To have someone who never gave up on him even after you were blamed for all of his mistakes.

“Th-Thank you, ca--[y/n]...god, I love you, too.”

You nodded, pulling him into a tender kiss, feeling the salt from his tears. But at least they stopped falling at last. It broke your heart to see him retreat here just to cry alone, fearing that he ruined things between you both.

Yet nothing was ruined. Not one bit. If anything, this made your bond the strongest it’s ever been.

After sharing the kiss, both of you were breathless but happy. Smiles remained on your faces as you kicked off the boots, laying down on the bed and holding one another closely. Mark sighed as he nuzzled your chest, exhausted from his emotional meltdown yet relieved to still be in your arms.

He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in the universe but here.

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My apologies for not specifying the ego. Can you do Darkiplier for 30 from the angst prompts?

No problem!

Prompt: 30. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?”

Not My Intention

You couldn’t believe him. How could he hide this from you? He knew you loved him, and he loved you, but this changed… everything. “Darling-“ Dark’s hand reached out toward you and tried to speak but you cut him off, “How could you hide this from me?” You ask, confusion and betrayal laced in your voice.

Red and blue surrounded his body like an… aura of some sort, the sight otherworldly to you as his skin was now an ashy grey, his normal brown eyes a complete onyx black. “I thought I really knew you.” You said quietly.

His hand that was outstretched to you faltered a bit before it slowly fell back to his side. You two were in a strange place, nothing but endless black surrounding the both of you. You felt like the inky blackness would swallow you at any second. “You know I love you, so why?” You questioned.

“Why keep it from me that you’re a demon? I don’t understand. Were you never going to tell me?” You keep asking questions, making Dark frown. “I was doing it to protect you.” Dark responded.

“Protect me from what, Dark? Your own insecurities? You know I’d accept you for everything that you are.” Your anger was becoming increasingly prominent.

“To protect you from myself.” he answered, his hands clenching into gentle fists. “The last thing I’d ever want is you to be afraid of me.” he explained. You scoff at his response. “I didn’t want to risk ruining we have.” he added, taking a step toward you, but you took one back.

“Well did you ever even think about how I’d feel about you lying to me? Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too, especially by keeping a secret like this from me?” You ask, your eyes slowly starting to gloss over with tears.

“I-“ he started and you just shook your head, “No. I don’t want to hear it. Please, just… I need time to think and I need space.” You say.

“Take me home.”

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Kiss It Better

Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Writing this very impulsively from my phone after seeing Engineer Mark say "owie"

Warnings: minor injury, but mostly just fluff

Word Count: 858

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The Invincible II was a beautiful ship. The best of the best... sorta. Things went wrong more often than was perhaps normal, and definitely more than everyone preferred it to. But she was your ship.

Technically.

She really was Mark's baby, truth be told. Your Head Engineer knew every wire, every screw, every protocol the Invincible held within her walls. She only became yours when you were assigned to the ship.

In any case, her issues needed to be corrected, usually on a daily basis. And today her cooling systems had shut down.

Celci was keeping an eye on the colonists, updating you with any changes that could harm them. Fortunately, for the colonists, at least, the only systems down were the air conditioning systems, not the coolant used for cryopods.

All the crew members were grumbling. Even the most cheery were glaring at you behind their 'Hello's and 'Morning, Captain's. If that didn't get you off your ass and down into engineering, the sweat dripping down your neck certainly did.

"Cap, can you hand me that wrench just- right there, that one."

The metal burned your hand as you passed it over. Your gloves had been one of the first things to go once the temperature began to rise. At some point, you'd tied the upper half of your jumpsuit around your waist. Mark had tried a little too hard not to look when you did.

"How much longer do you think?" You wiped your damp forehead on your arm, watching as Mark expertly navigated the ship's cooling system.

He sighed. "I wish I knew. The hotter it's getting, the more fried these wires are getting. It's a mess all around."

He ducked out of the vent-like tunnel system, panting and pulling on his shirt to mimic a breeze. He looked like a pouting child, especially when he was sitting back on his knees like that.

"Okay, I have an idea." He dropped his shirt so he could gesture with both hands. "I may be able to strip the wires down past where they're fried and reconnect them. If that doesn't work, well, we'd have to get new wires... What'd'ya think?"

"Just tell me what I can do to help."

With a determined grin, a fist bump, and some wire strippers, Mark dove back in, eager to try fixing the problem once again.

-

Air conditioning back online.

"OW!"

A metal thunk sounded followed by a cuss as Mark crawled his way out of the vent. He came out holding his hand, face scrunched up in a wince.

"What happened?" You take his hand into both of yours, turning it over and assessing it for damage. One of his fingers had burn marks, undoubtedly from reconnecting wires.

"Damn wires shocked me!"

"Of course they did!" You held up his hand. "You're not wearing your gloves!"

He opened his mouth, looked at the ground where both pairs of leather gloves lay discarded, and then looked back to you. "Oh."

You had to bite back a grin. He was so invested in patching up the cooling system that he completely forgot any necessary safety measures. As his captain, you should be reprimanding him more. But, as his friend, you were worried about his safety more than anything.

Lifting his hand to your face, you inspected the damage left behind. The skin was red and irritated, and you couldn't help noticing the callouses that had formed on his hands after years of hard work. Still, after a bit of cool water and care, it would be healed right up.

"Uh, Captain? Why did you just do that?"

You pulled his hand away from your face. Had you done something? Maybe you could play it off. "Uhm, do what?" Smooth.

He raised an eyebrow. "You just kissed my finger."

Oh.

Oh.

You couldn't even play off the warmth flooding to your face as the heating anymore, as cool air had flooded the room quickly after it was fixed. Part of you wished there was some way to reverse time and avoid this awkward moment, but no. You were stuck here.

You cleared your throat. "W-Well, how does it feel now?"

His eyes flickered from his finger to your face. You still hadn't let his hand go. This was the most physical contact you two had made since you boarded. And without gloves, no less.

"Better," he murmured. He glanced over at the vent, and pointed to his head with his other hand. "I hit my head, too. It still kinda hurts."

God, what a couple of dorks, sitting on the floor, blushing.

With one hand holding his, you reached out the other to cup the back of his head. The lightest pressure had Mark tilting his head forward, eyes still trying to watch your every move. Your lips touched the spot he pointed to, light as a feather, perhaps lighter. And they lingered. Then, you both pulled back. Your hand was holding his, and your other was cupping his head.

You both just sat there and stared for a minute.

Mark cleared his throat lightly, swallowing thickly afterward. "It feels better now."

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Hello! So i have this idea for iswm and i would love to request it!

Ok like its canon that the captain is attractive, right? Then how about a fic where one of the crew members have a camera, and so like they have this secret competition for pictures with the captain? And the picture where the captain does something most attractive wins. Maybe there is a picture where the captain folds their arms in a cool way or maybe a picture where the captain puts an arm around a crew's shoulder which made them freak out the rest of the week and that picture wins. The captain is not aware of the competition, but the captain is aware that they are seen as attractive, so they didn't mind when people wanted to take pictures with them. In the end, the captain finds out about the competition, they're like "oh.. so that's what this is about?" And they just laugh it off, playing along and saying flirty stuff like "you're really swooning over me doing that, huh? I could've done more, but i don't think you're all ready for that"

Oof im sorry if this is too long or too detailed. I had this idea for a while and think it would be pretty cute haha

Capture the moment ( ISWM Mark X Captain)

+Main 3 crew simping for the captain

Summary- Mark, Gunther, CC, and Burt have a competition to see who can get the best photo of the captain looking good. The captain knows they are taking pictures of them, but not why. When the captain finds out Mark gets more than winning the competition.

TW's- LONG ( about 3,000 words), pictures being taken of captain but they don't mind, being caught kissing, very slight sexual innuendo if you squint, flirty captain, the crew simping for the captain, just fluff.

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Thank you so much for requesting, I had so much fun with this (maybe too much it is kinda long). I've been obsessed with ISWM rn and I've been itching to write for him. I was so excited to get this request! I mostly followed it, just kept it to the main crew ( Mostly) and it's mostly pictures of just the captain but you can imagine there were a few with the crew! I'm super happy with this and hope you enjoy it. Also, Mark Isn't written as Actor in this, but you can read it however you want!

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Everyone on the Invincible II knew your name. You are the kind and strong captain, who knows what they're doing, everyone respects you. Though their respect for you was not why they would (on occasion literally) throw themselves at you. You were very aware that the crew found you very attractive, it was no secret. So when the crew started to take photos of you, you didn’t give it too much thought. If it made them happy, you didn’t mind at all.

What you didn’t know was that there was a competition going on. 

About a week ago Burt, Gunther, CC and Mark were working on the computer, while you went around the ship to check in with the rest of the crew. For some reason the computer started to glitch and it affected all of the areas of the ship, so Mark had them come in and help reset part of the system. 

While Mark and Gunther were reprogramming the computer, CC and Burt talked. Burt was certainly a well spoken man ( At times ) and it seemed today he was going on about the beauty of space. CC didn’t mind listening at all, and quite enjoyed it. She (too often) had to deal with Mark and Gunthers yelling and Burts tangents were a nice change of pace. 

Burt moved from his place by CC to in front of the window, outlooking the stars. CC followed and as she took her place next to him he said 

“ Space is home to my lonely heart. When times are rough and I wonder if it was worth it to come to space I think of a poem my Grandmother would tell me,” He paused, a soft smile on his face, “On foot,I had to cross the solar system. before I found the first thread of my red dress. I sense myself already. Somewhere in space hangs my heart, shaking in the void, from it stream sparks,into other intemperate hearts.” CC placed a hand over her heart after hearing the beautiful poem. 

“ A beautiful poem by Edith Sodergan.” he continued, “ Space is truly a beautiful wonder.” As he finished he pulled out a small camera from his pocket and snapped a photo. 

 This initially got the attention of Mark and Gunther to CC’s disappointment. Mark snapped his head up and to no one's surprise hit his head on the underside of the monitor. 

Gunther after laughing at Mark, turned to Burt asking, 

“ Burt, How long have ya had that camera?”  He slid a cigar into his mouth and lit it. Burt shrugged his shoulder, “ The whole time, I don’t know how you havent noticed I wasn’t exactly hiding it. “ 

CC shook her head and answered, “ It's because these two knuckle heads were too focused on trying to blow things up.” Mark of course was offended, but before he could make a comeback Gunther put a hand over his mouth. 

“ Ya think we could see the photos that you have on there, eh Burt.” He asked, seeing it was a digital camera. Burt nodded and put the picture up on a small tablet that was in the room. 

Most of them were of the crew or parts of the reactor, but one stood out to all of them.

It was a picture of you, their captain, with a soft smile on your face on the bridge looking out onto space. The light of a nearby moon illuminated your features with a soft glow. Almost immediately they were asking Burt if he had any more pictures of the captain. He did not, but he said he could take more. 

“ Well what If we want to take a picture of Captain, I’m sure I could get an amazing candid being their second hand and always being around them.” Mark stated, hands on his hips. CC shook her head, 

“ Yeah we’d let you take pictures if we wanted blurry unfocused shots. You know nothing about cameras, Mark.” She argued, “ I, on the other hand, have experience with cameras, considering I set up the security cameras in each of the cryo pods.”  Gunther let out a hefty laugh at this. 

“ Like you’d be able to hold the camera steady. Obviously I'd be the best for the job, I’m great at targeting and holding things steady. “ Gunther said waving a gun, “ I also have quite the experience in “shooting””. Everyone let out a groan at the bad pun. CC offered a solution,

“ Well, How about this? Everyday someone gets to have the camera and we can all try to get good photos of the captain. “ Burt shrugged and pointed out, “ Not like that would be hard, They are quite stunning.”  The others shook their heads in agreement.

Mark’s face then lit up, and he said “ What if we made it a competition? Whoever gets the best picture of the captain they win. “ Gunther shook his head, 

“Burt would obviously win, it's his camera, he knows it best.” Gunther agured, and Burt shook his head and offered, 

“ What if it’s whoever captures the captain's beauty/ and or handsomeness best?” Burt offered.

Everyone one else murmured agreements. 

Mark clapped his hands together, “ Then It’s settled whoever has the best picture of the captain wins.” 

On the first day CC had the camera. The majority of her pictures were of you working. Her favorite picture was of you looking over the colonist being illuminated by the cool lighting of the room as you placed a gloved hand on the window fog around your body. She had been pretty confident she was going to win this.  

The next day was Gunther. He spent the whole day making you laugh and smile, mostly illuminated by the light of the ADS system. He was scheduled to show you how well the ADS was working and this meant you and him watching a bunch of asteroids get blown up by big ass lazers. 

The smile on your face when he handed you the control and let you shoot a few asteroids down was amazing and a close second to his favorite. You had put down the control and smirked as you looked at the destroyed steroids with your arms crossed. You looked like you came straight out of an action movie that for some reason would always cast the most attractive people to be the main character. Gunther had to take a picture.

You knew they were taking pictures of you, it was obvious. You didn't mind though, you would love to have pictures to remember the time in space. (Not like you would forget but still).You didn’t try to pose though, You had important work as captain and couldn't be posing all day as much fun as that would be. 

As the next day came it was finally Mark’s turn, to say he was excited was an understatement. He was practically bouncing off of the walls and this put you in a good mood. Mark was always positive but seeing him excited made you happy. It reminded you of how amazing it was that you were both here in space. 

As the day went on Mark took pictures everywhere and of everything you did. He had a picture of you sleepy and drinking your coffee, but he also had a picture of you giving out orders with a kind but determined look on your face. He wasn’t lying when he said he would take candids of you. He had one of you sipping your coffee and looking at him from the mug, one of you giving finger guns to Gunther. He was so proud of them all, but then the best picture came. 

You were walking to Life support, a small hobby of yours was tending to the plants in there when you had free time. Though as you opened the door you saw Burt’s second hand Tyler. Much like Burt he was calmer and more kept to himself, so you were surprised to see him there. It was after what was considered the “Work” day for them, which is why you were wearing a simple black shirt and your normal black pants. Mark usually hung around you after the work day had ended, not that you minded at all. 

“ Oh Hello Tyler, what brings you here?” you asked picking up a watering can, Tyler rubbed the back of his neck standing in front of an area that held plants. 

“ Well Captain, while Burt and I were collecting samples from passing planets we found something that I thought you might enjoy.” Tyler blushed a bit , “ This is just a gift from Burt and I thank you for being a good captain. “ 

Tyler stepped to the side and it was revealed he had planted a glowing white flower, shaped similarly to your favorite flower. You placed a hand over your heart, as you walked over to the plant. 

“ We did scans and we are a hundred precent sure it is safe to have aboard.” he said as you gently ran your fingers over a petal, the petal turning your favorite color. ( Mark did take a picture of this of course). 

You stood up with a soft smile, you wrapped an arm around his shoulder in kind of a side hug and said, “Thank you, this means alot to me Tyler.” Your kind eyes sparkled, colors from different plants lit your face, but the most noticeable was the glow of the new flower. Mark quickly took a picture, and then for the first time that day put the camera away and watched with a smile. He thought you deserve so much more than you're willing to accept, so it’s nice seeing this. A soft smile covered his face as he looked at your beaming smile, no picture could ever do you justice. There was no way to capture the feeling of the moment with a camera. 

You released Tyler to get a closer look at the flower and Mark had to stifle a laugh. Tyler stood there face red, mouth slightly agape, and his body as stiff as a board. Mark put a hand on his shoulder. Tyler turned to him and quietly but quickly said, 

“ I’ve gotta go.” Tyler rushed out of the room, Mark shrugged and turned back to you. 

The rest of the night was you two talking about plants in the life support room. 

The next day it was Burt's turn. He mostly took pictures of you interacting with the crew. Though he did get a nice photo of you looking at the reactor, which he personally loved. He wasn’t able to take many pictures as it was a busy day, though it was worth it to have the next day “off”. 

As the next day rolled around it was finally time to look at the pictures of you and it was fair to say everyone was excited. You had no idea what was going on as of the moment. They had all decided to meet in the cafeteria and go through the photos. 

The whole time they were commenting about how amazing you looked, and how it was crazy how you looked this good all of the time. Light blushes on each of their cheeks as they went through the photos. That was until they landed on Mark’s photo of you on life support. 

Everyone's jaws dropped as they looked at the photo. Everything was amazing, your smile, slight blush, your casual clothes, and the lights dancing in your eyes. 

As if on cue you walked into the cafeteria and saw the group of people. You walked over and placed a hand on Mark’s shoulder, 

“ Hey, what’s going on….” Your voice drifted off as you saw what they were all looking at. You blushed a bit and motioned for Mark to move so you could sit next to him, which he did. 

“ Wow, I didn't think I could look that good.” you commented. You then asked Burt, 

“ Do you think I could look at them?” You were aware Burt had a camera and would occasionally take pictures, but considering the amount of time you saw that camera the last week you were curious. 

They handed you the camera and you started to go through the photos, they were all of you? A surprised look appeared on your face,

“ Not that I mind much, but is there a reason why there are so many pictures of me?” you asked light heartedly, before continuing “ If you wanted to get a close look you all could’ve just asked.” you let a small smirk fall on your face, as the rest of them blushed. 

“ Uh, well, Captain, we all had a competition to see who could get the best picture of you.” CC said, and Gunther interrupted with, 

“ We all thought we could get the hottest picture of you and so we had a competition is what she really means cap’n” 

You let out a little laugh, “ Oh, so that's what this is about huh?” They nodded their heads yes, and your smirk turned into a smile.

“ Well I must say, I am flattered you all.” you then looked down at the picture of you that Gunther took with your arms crossed, 

“ So you find me doing my job hot , huh? ” you teased Gunther and for the first time he went speechless.You let out a small laugh,

 Though you found yourself looking at a picture Mark took of just you looking at the plants.. 

“ I was just looking at plants.” You turned to mark with a smirk, “ you're really swooning over me looking at plants, huh? I could've done more than look at plants with you Mark, but I don't think you're ready for that yet, head engineer" You winked and slung an arm around his shoulders. Mark turned red, the other laughed a bit. Though the conversation quickly changed to possibly taking some pictures of other crew members and printing out the picture they took.As the conversation went on you eventually removed your arm from Mark’s shoulders. Though Mark couldn’t hear any of the conversation.

His senses were overwhelmed by you, your stunning smile, eyes shining brighter than any star, and your calming voice that sounded like heaven to him. He could smell the body mist you wore everyday, the one he got you as a gift. As if he wasn’t yearning for you enough, you turned to him and gave him a soft smile. He took a deep breath as you placed your hand over his, moving to sit closer to him. All he could feel was your leg pressed against his and your hand on his. Your ungloved hand holding his. He honestly thought he was going to explode, the one coherent thought he was able to form was, 

“ I think I love them.” 

Eventually the others left to enjoy their day off. Not that Mark noticed, all he noticed was you turning to him. 

“ You okay Mark? You were unusually silent.” you asked, he gulped and spoke

“ Yeah, um, yeah I’m doing great captain.” you blushed a bit before saying, 

“ Uh, I wanted to say this sooner but I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier with my flirting. “ A sheep smile on your face. Mark’s eyes wided before he shook his head and exclaimed, 

“ No, No, No I was absolutely comfortable with it, captain. It was amazing, You're amazing.” his face turned red as he registered what he said. Before he could say anything you looked at him in surprise, before quickly taking his hand and leading him to the life support room. You needed to be alone with him for this. 

“ I’m sorry I didn-” marked started before you cut him off, 

“ Did you mean it?” you asked, 

“ Mean what?” he questioned 

“ Do you …think I'm amazing?” you clarified and gently took his hand standing in front of him. Mark took a deep breathe before answering, 

“ I do, you're the most amazing person I know. You're kind, strong, funny, smart and loyal. You're the best captain, but you're also the best person I know.” He gently raised the hand that was holding his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. 

“ You are so stunning in so many ways. You have no idea what you mean to me (y/n).” he stated, using your real name for the first time in a long time. 

Your voice went soft as you said, “ Mark, I- “ you paused stepping closer. 

“ Tell me if this is crossing a line, but I think I love-” before you could finish your sentence Mark pulled you into him and kissed you. He placed a hand on your lower back and one on your face cradling your cheek. Your arms wrapped around his body as you both shared a gentle but passionate kiss. You leaned into him, trying to be impossibly close to him. He did the same as he moved his hand to the back of your neck and tilted your head gently making the kiss more passionate than gentle. He started to back you up when-

“CLICK” 

You and Mark pulled back to see Burt and the others standing there. Mark let an annoyed look cross his face , as a  blush covered your face. Gunther chuckled then said, 

“ Oh don't mind us Cap’n, we're just capturing the moment. “ You then provided to hide your face in Mark’s chest. Mark shook his head before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room and to your private office. ( Which you didn’t use very much).

You let out a groan and say, 

“ Oh stars Mark, that was so embarrassing, what are they going to think of me?” you then shook your head, “ I mean I’m not ashamed to be with you or anything it’s just we got walked in on.” 

You let out another groan of embarrassment as Mark laughed lightly and pressed a kiss to your head. 

“ It’s a little embarrassing, but at least now we can’t be interrupted.” He said as he leaned in for another kiss, you happily met him in the middle.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

━"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.

They felt the undeniable urge to scream and punch the wall as they opened their bloodshot eyes to the familiar inside of that damn metal box.

It was as if nothing they did mattered. That nothing they did ever changed anything. They always ended up here over and over again, smoke filling their lungs along with a sense of raw defeat.

Alarms and computers alike yelled at what was seemingly the top of their lungs, making the Captain want to slap their hands over their ears. Which they would have done if not for the uncomfortable confines of the cryo pod.

Wait.

The cryo pod.

Heavy doors opened with a low hiss as they stumbled out, having hit the emergency release button conveniently located in the upper confines of the wall. With how high up that thing was placed—well let’s just say if they were any shorter they would be stuck in that claustrophobic nightmare forever.

A pair of heavy black boots thudded against the floor as the Captain attempted to gain their footing. Strings of curses left their dry mouth at they clutched onto the closest wall for support, knees shaking violently.

Eveythung hurt. It hurt so bad.

Fire spread across the control panel from the Captains left. It only reminded them that they had more pressing issues to worry about than their ever deteriorating physical state.

Life support offline. Situation: Critical

Mark.

They needed Mark.

A sharp gasp of air sounded from them as they clutched your side in anguish. Was walking in their condition really the best idea right now? Especially after getting gunned down by Wug and that weird, pointy red eared fellow.

But they pushed on whilst ignoring the voice of reason in their head, making it painfully across the room to pull open the doors of Marks pod desperately.

Except this wasn’t Mark. It wasn’t even close to him.

A pair of cunning grey eyes snapped opened, swiftly capturing the Captains own in a steely gaze that could rival Celci herself.

The sharp pupils watched as the Captain retreated backwards hastily, their free hand coming up and reaching outwards as if trying to push the stranger away from them with some invisible force.

He stepped out of his (no, Marks) cryo pod graciously, allowing them to get a good look at him.

Styled almost honey brown hair, lightly tanned tan skin, a stocky build, even a little button nose. It was almost like someone had taken Mark and altered him immense amounts.

Needless to say it put the Captain on edge having this strangely different look alike watching them like a hawk.

Keeping an eye on the only other living person in the room as he steadily walked over to the still burning control panel, the new face pressed a few buttons hastily and waiting for the heat to extinguish itself slowly. Which it did.

They couldn’t see. They couldn’t hear; couldn’t breathe. It was like their head was being forced underwater by an invisible hand.

The words coming out of this unfamiliar mans mouth barely registered in their ears, a ringing sound muffling them—making it sound like they were trying to listen through an earful of cotton. They just managed to catch onto the fact that he was asking the computer to summon some crew to the control room. A decision that was normally made only by the Captain.

”Mark?”

A head whipped towards their own, glossed back brown curls threatening to become undone from their neat state. The Captain imagined a few bones popping with the effort of his sharp movement and winced slightly at the thought.

”Ah. Captain. Lovely to see you again.”

That was all that was offered in their direction. Nothing more than a curt greeting with what could only be described as the bare minimum of respect for a higher ranking officer.

Was this supposed to be Mark?

That was clearly his head engineer badge. His shiny Chica pin. His brown jumpsuit and red (wait, yellow?) hat.

But this was not Mark.

“Who are you? Where’s Mark?”

The cause of all their confusion tilted his head innocently. His grey eyes suddenly reminded the Captain of a storm cloud ready to tear ships apart at sea.

”Who?”

The Captain’s temples throbbed. It felt like someone had been playing ping pong with their brain as the ball.

It made no sense.

”Mark. The- the head engineer. My head engineer. Where is he.” Their padded hands were brought up to tangle in their messy hair, eyes darting from the man in front of them to the floor and back again. They must have looked as crazy as they felt in the moment.

“Amusing as ever Captain. I’m right here; your head engineer. Mack?”

Despite deeming their words as amusing he—Mack—sounded like every syllable that slipped past his lips was tedious for him to say. Boring almost.

True to his claim however, when the Captain looked down at the sewed latched on his breast pocket, instead of being met with the hand sewn letters M.A.R.K, a glossy silver font reading Mack bore into their soul.

This wasn’t right. None of this was right.

Screw all the other universes. Screw Wug. Screw Noir. Screw Wilford fucking Warfstache (especially screw him. god did they hate seeing him again after what he did to them all those years ago). All they wanted right now was Mark. The same person who they had been through this entire damned adventure with ever since the beginning.

The Captain was only snapped out of their frenzy by the sound of someone clapping his hands impatiently in front of their face. Eyes crossed slightly at the sudden startle which certainty did no help for their headache.

Mack witnessed as the Captain continued to remain confused.

It was too perfect in all honesty. Almost too easy.

“Listen-“ Mack cooed, hands settling behind his back in a condescending position. “-Captain you look like you’re dead on your feet! Clearly in no position to be standing, much less running a whole entire ship and dozens of crew members.”

He barked out a loud laugh as if the thought of that was ludicrous. The Captain just stared blankly at him. The thought of all those failing systems pressed to form a conscious thought in their mind, but currently all they could or would focus on was the words of Mack flowing over them like honey.

”Let me take over for a while untill you’re feeling better. Say a few hours, day, years-“

”What?” They furrowed their brows.

”Nothing!”

”But I could have sworn you just said something about years-“

Mack cut them off by tutting, circling around their suited up body with a theatrical sigh. It made them feel small. Like a child being chided by an exasperated adult.

”See what I mean Captain? You’re so sick you’re even starting to hear things now. What will the crew think of their poor Captain spouting nonsense?” He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “All you need to do is say the word and I’ll take care of everything for you. Easy as pie.”

It was tempting. Oh so tempting.

They had been tossed around from universe to universe. Thrown through every wormhole known to man. Reconnecting with people they’d have been content with never having to see again.

And Mack’s smile looked so promising.

”Maybe a small rest wouldn’t be too bad.” They mumbled to themself mostly. But the quiet words caught the attention of Mack.

”Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.” He grinned.

With a clap of his hands, two crew members were by the Captains side in an instant, grabbing their forearms with a tight grip that borderlines on becoming threatening, pushing them back in the direction of their chamber.

”Wait Mar- Mack.” They sputtered. “What are you doing. I can just head on down to quarters for a quick nap and-“

”None of that Captain.” Mack responded. He wasn’t even looking at them anymore. Instead he was fiddling with the watch around his wrist absent mindedly.

Tearing themself out of the oddly tight grip of the two generic crew members, the Captain swiveled to face Mack fully.

”I will remind you that I am many ranks above you, engineer.” Some of their authoritative attitude had resurfaced in the small scare they had been given with the threat of the cryo chamber.

”Now I suggest you tell me what’s going on here before I have you thrown out of the airlock.”

The bold threat hung in the air for a moment, surrounding crew quieting slightly as they caught wind of the interaction.

Mack slowly turned to look at them, a dark gleam in his eyes as he focused his sights on them and only them. His expression was practically carved into in a tense smile, evil intentions poorly hidden by the facade of his tightly set jaw.

A small shiver rolled down the Captains spine.

He noticed.

“Captain. I suggest you stop asking questions before I have to shoot you.”

Oh. This certainly wasn’t Mark.

And judging by the way Mack was looking at them, the Invincible ll wasn’t going to be theirs for much longer either.

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