#iswm fanfiction

[buc-eebarnes]

confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping prompt pls omgggg

cheezy homie i always see u in my notifs and of COURSE i had to go all out on this !!!! sorry if it's late jfsdkljfsdkj jet lag got me conked out as soon as i landed but here it be! (unbeta'd tho 🥲 also trying out a different format 👀)

conversations with myself (about you)

pairing: head engineer mark x the captain

tags: confessions, sleeping, fluff and angst

rated G || 1469 words || read on ao3!

You huff out a sigh of relief. You'd been trying to chase Mark down all day, but his assistants kept telling you that he was in different parts of the base.

You should've known to check his office.

But there he was, slumped over the table with his head resting on top of folded arms. He must've tired himself out from all the projects he was micromanaging. You squint at the laptop to see what he was trying to work on.

It's a progress report. Multiple, actually. You stifle a sigh and look down at his sleeping figure. "Oh Mark, what are we gonna do with you?"

He doesn't stir at your words, which is a testament to how tired he is. You keep your voice low regardless.

There's a folded blanket on the couch, and it smells of him, a weird mixture of pine, oil, and the soap rations they brought from Earth. The couch must be where Mark crashes all the time, which pulls a frown on your lips.

You drape the blanket over him, securing the folds over his shoulders. He's gonna have a crick in his neck in the morning, but he'll thank you later, probably.

He looks so peaceful, sleeping. 

You observe him for a while. The constant furrow between his eyebrows is gone. He doesn't frown in his sleep, but his lips are parted, and you can hear the soft puffs of breath he releases. His hair is a bit of a mess, as if he'd run his hands through it multiple times throughout the day, and you find yourself wanting to do the same.

"When was the last time you knocked out like this?" you mutter. Your hand touches a strand that's fallen in front of his eyes before you could stop it.

Reflexes kick in and you jerk back, but he doesn't stir. The only thing that changes is that his brow furrows slightly, but his breaths remain constant, and you relax your arm. You hesitantly take off a glove, and, before you can chicken out, reach forward to tuck the strand of hair behind his ear.

That then motivates you to run your fingers through his thick black locks, and it's as soft as you imagined.

You chuckle lightly, amazed. "Whaddaya know."

You continue the motions, and eventually, the wrinkles between his brows disappear, his features peaceful once more.

You drink your fill admiring him. Wide nose. Strong jaw. Big ears that stick out. Beard's getting to the point where it would break regulation but you're the highest official on this base and what Earth doesn't know won't hurt them, anyway. You look down at the fold of his arms, contoured by muscles. His hands, his fingers, that are so deft, made to create and fix what's destroyed. Why does everyone put you on a pedestal about looks when Mark is literally right here, sleeping soundly and looking sculpted by the gods himself?

"Everyone's blind," you mumble. "I don't hold a candle to you."

The urge to hold his hand is incredibly strong. You could do it—thread your fingers with his until he wakes, blinking blearily up at you with trusting eyes and whispering "Captain?" in a sleepy voice, and you suddenly feel small and unworthy about every single time he followed your lead without question.

And you feel the weight of infinite universes on your shoulders. Not once did you initiate anything more than friendship with Mark with all of the chances you've been given. He was always the ballsier one, more impulsive, more outspoken. As someone who has taken the mantle of a captain of a spaceship, you are an incredibly timid person.

"I wish I had your courage. Your tenacity. Your ability to take charge." You let out a humorless chuckle, and your fingers twitch against his scalp. "Countless universes, countless timelines, and we end up right back here. If only I wasn't a coward. Maybe I could finally ask you out on that date, y’know? To not worry about being a captain. Just someone going on a date with the person they like."

He doesn't respond, but you think you could see his breathing stop for a moment. It's a minute thing, barely there, but it's enough for you to cease running your fingers through his hair.

Did he hear you? Panic wells up in your throat. Oh god. "Mark?"

He doesn't answer.

"Are you awake?" you whisper.

He still doesn't answer. His breathing resumes again, slower this time.

You bite your lip, waiting for ten very long seconds, and you slowly pull your hand away.

You swallow down whatever feelings bubbled up to the surface and leave his office, quiet as a mouse. You lean against the door and close your eyes for a moment, wondering if you'd fucked up a friendship you'd spent these past few months trying to mend.

The trek back to your quarters is long. You get ready for bed and end up staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night.

Was he awake? Did he hear everything? If he heard everything, then he definitely felt you with your hand in his hair.

Sleep takes you, eventually, but the sun is starting to rise when it does.

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"—and that concludes today's meeting. Please consult Summers for the minutes if there's an item you have a question about. I'll see you all next week. Dismissed."

The morning following the whole did-Mark-hear-did-he-not-hear dilemma is strangely anticlimactic. Mark greets you with the same gusto he does every other time he sees you, which is, to say the least, minimal. He doesn't give an indication that he heard you last night, or that he was disgusted by any of your actions. Frankly, it seems like he's avoiding talking to you, which is already the norm for your relationship these past few months. You chalk it up to your paranoia and gather up your datapad, shutting off the holographic projection on the table when he says, out of the blue, "I don't think you're a coward."

You jump nearly three feet in the air. The room had mostly cleared out, and any stragglers were busy talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the sheer terror running through their captain's veins.

"Jesus Christ, Mark! You scared me."

He raises an eyebrow. "How? I've been right here this whole time."

"It was unexpected, alright?" you huff, clutching your heart. "Give a person a warning, would ya?"

There's a fond smile on his lips, one that rounds his cheeks and narrows his eyes in a good way. That's when what he said hits you.

"Wait. What did you just say?"

"I said I've been right here—"

"No, no. The first thing."

"What, about me not thinking you were a coward?"

Your jaw drops, and every single cell in your body is screaming to run. He fucking heard you last night. He knows. He knows.

"I don't think you are. I never thought you were. I still stand by my opinion of you from the first time I met you."

You don't know what to do. He tilts his head down so that he can look you in the eye, and strangely enough, you find yourself unable to pull away.

“Captain, I’m going to be very presumptuous for a moment.”

Your mouth mimics that of a goldfish. “E-excuse me?”

“And I will go ahead and repeat myself again. You’re the bravest person I know. I don’t think you’re a coward. And even if you were, I wouldn’t think any less of you.”

You maintain eye contact, but you find yourself at a loss for words.

He steps closer, and there’s no malice or anger on his face. All you see is your head engineer, smiling at you like he always has, but there’s something clearer about it. Open fondness, affection, adoration. He tentatively takes your hand, interlocks your fingers together.

“I think you shouldn’t worry too much about being a captain. And I should probably take my own advice and not worry too much about being a head engineer. It’s a hard thing to adjust to when it’s the only thing you’ve known for so long.” He swallows, looks down at your hands. “But I’d still like to see what it’s like to not do that. Just someone going on a date with the person they like.”

It finally hits you.

You close your mouth, and you feel your features morph into something incredibly hopeful.

“I think I’d like to see that too,” you beam. Then, “Would you like to go on a date with me, Mark?”

The answering grin he gives you is blinding, and your chest is aflutter.

“Yes,” he squeezes your hand, saying your name. It sounds wonderful coming from his lips. “Yes, I would love that.”

buy me a coffee!

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[coff33notforme]

hihi my birthday is coming up soon! i was wondering if you could write how darkiplier, damien, or even engineer mark would react of them not knowing and finding out the day of that it’s my b-day! i hope it’s not too confusing…

A/n: HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY ANON!! I hope you have a great one! ^^, I hope you don't mind that I just did Engineer Mark, I was having trouble writing for the other two, but enjoy none the less!

Would feel incredibly bad if he found out it was your birthday and didn’t know

Especially since the whole crew knew and had been wishing you well and presenting you with gifts throughout the whole day, much to Marks confusion 

He’s on his hands and knees for forgiveness right now

He’ll do absolutely everything to make it up to you no matter how much you reassure him he’ll insist, so there's no real point in arguing with him

There's not that much you can do in space, and even if there was there's certainly not enough time when your the Captain

But Mark is determined to make your birthday a great one, anything you want or need he’ll do it for you

Hungary, but don’t have enough time to make something? Marks got you, Necks cramped but you don’t have time to take a nap? No problem

He’ll try to whip something up for you the day of, but it probably doesn’t go as planned, it was a nice thought though

And even when the days done, Mark hasn’t finished everything he set out to do

Before you settle down getting ready for sleep Mark knocks on your door

Confused you open it, immediately skeptical as to what could have possibly brought Mark here at this time of night 

He’ll simply hush your questions and concerns as he leads you to a distant room in the ship

But as soon as he reveals what he was planning to you, you gasp in delight

In the room Mark set up a small picnic blanket, covered with your favorite snacks and homemade desserts, you don’t know how he managed to acquire all of the sweets but frankly you didn’t really care

Marks eyes twinkled as he watched the excitement spread across your face, Mark let out a surprised yelp when you threw your arms around him, before he chuckled, hugging you back with the same intensity, smiling as you held each-other

“Happy Birthday Cap.” 

SPACE BIRTHDAY WOWOWWO

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[obsidiancreates]

Good Morning, Captain

They remember.

None of them remember as much as The Captain, they're sure. And... possibly Mark. But they're not thinking about him when they wake up.

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I tried to mutiny, Gunther thinks before his cryopod opens. It's fuzzy and distant, like trying to remember a dream, but he's also more sure that it happened than he's sure of his own body temp as he unthaws.

He mutinied. He'd thought it was best, but there's more fuzzy, barely-there memories, and he has his doubts now. Glimpses of The Captain desperately running around, trying their best...

He's on the bridge before they wake up, and once Mark gives them their coffee Gunther walks right up to them. "Mornin', Cap."

He's meant to protect the ship, the crew, and the colonists, and that's important to him, even if he sometimes loses sight of that in the adrenaline. It's why he mutinied before, he's pretty sure.

Now, it's why he wants to reassure them before anything else.

"I'll be heading down with the advance team. If there's any horrible aliens down there, I'll take care of them."

I'll take care of you.

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I did my best, Celci thinks before her cryopod opens.

She really did. She couldn't solve the loop. Once she became aware of it, she could barely solve anything. It was so... endless. A purgatory. And the poor Captain...

She'd seen glimpses. And the memories are all foggy now, like trying to read a book through murky water, but they're there. Lingering. Some suggest The Captain gave up and went into the pod, some suggest they tried again. She doesn't know which ones she wants to believe, but some part of her says it doesn't matter because they're all the truth.

The Captain... tried. When they went into the pod, they were so tired and worn-down, she could tell just based on their body language. When they decided to keep going they were somehow even more haggard, even while determined. That remains clear in her mind. The exhaustion they held.

When she gets aboard the bridge Gunther is saying something about taking care of aliens. "Not everything can be solved with explosions," she reminds him.

"Eh, not in my experience. I'll see you on the ground, Cap."

"You and Mark are one and the same." She can see Mark out of the corner of her eye, checking some system or another. Not the time to bicker with him, though.

"Captain, all colonists are safe, healthy, and accounted for." She sees relief loosen their shoulders, a tension bleeding out, just like she'd hoped for. "But I'll keep my eye on them as they wake up."

She almost steps away with that, not wanting to overwhelm. But the foggy memories of The Captain trying so hard, through so much, and knowing there were things she never saw...

"Thank you, for getting us here safe."

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Didn't make a black hole, Burt thinks as he wakes up.

That's that. he remembers putting himself in a computer. It's a strange memory, like one so warped by the passage of time it's hard to tell if it's being misremembered or not. But he knows it happened.

He knows The Captain showed up when he was about to do it, too.

He went a little too far, probably. Sort of hard to remember his thought process there.

The Captain. They didn't want him doing it. Tried two ways to stop him, he thinks. No, he knows. Tried to stop him, because they care. A lot. He even remembers them taking some idea of his when everyone else shut it down. Because they care.

He steps out of the pod and gets to work. He lets Gunther and Celci say their pieces. And then he steps down.

"Captain, you are a child of the universe. No less than a tree or a star, you deserve to be here."

The Captain looks up at him, and he knows they've seen more than he could ever imagine.

"And whether or not it's clear to you, no doubt the universe is playing out... as it should."

Thanks to them. Fixing something. Maybe no-one will ever know what. Maybe it's better that way. But they fixed something.

Because they care.

He feels a little lump in his throat and he looks away, sniffing once. They care. They're tired. And he's got a job to do.

He hefts his wrench onto his shoulder and looks at them one more time, and calls them something he thinks holds more value than any hero or savior title anyone could ever give them.

"Captain."

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They remember.

None of them remember as much as The Captain, they're sure.

But that doesn't matter.

They remember.

And they're thankful.

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[clemblog]

wawawa captaineer short fic writing

You Can’t Catch Him Now

There’s blood on the side of the ship.

The Captain stood in shock, having watched Mark. Their best friend. Go flying out the window of the ship. There was no time for mourning. The ship was crumbling. They couldn’t save him. They needed to save everyone else.

There’s scratches all over the floor.

They brushed past the markings on the floor where he’d tried to hold on but had ultimately failed. Fixing lift support went off with a breeze.

Shadows of us are still dancing.

They ignored his name on their tablet as they paged the other crew leads. This needed everyone’s assistance.

In every room and every hall,

They promised they’d tell the group what had happened to Mark once the ship was safe. It was hard to focus when they saw him everywhere. Let alone recount what had happened too..

There’s tears falling over the ship,

They explained what had happened, tears rolling down their face under their helmet. Gunther looked like he was going to cry. So did Burt. And Celci. And Tyler. This was hell. This was a nightmare.

You thought that it would wash away.

The group had worked in a sad silence as they got the ship prepared to dock at the nearby habitable planet. Working didn’t make anyone feel better about what had happened.

The bitter taste of his fury,

The Captain laid awake in bed. Tomorrow the rest of the crew would be awakened and they’d have to explain what had transpired on the ship. And who they’d lost. They feared the level of grief that’d run through the ship and any anger that may be directed towards them. They hadn’t saved him…

And all of the messes he made,

They felt guilty for stepping into his quarters. It was an organised mess that was so Mark. They just needed something.. something of his that’d get them through this day.

Yeah, we think that he got away,

It was an emotional docking day onto the planet. The engineering team was a wreck. None of the other crews were much better. They’d only just managed to pull it together to get a camp together on the planet.

But he’s in the trees, he’s in the breeze

The Captain stared fondly at the night sky, the trees covering them mostly from the breeze that played with their hair. They liked this spot. The plantation was a dark red here. Mark’s favourite colour.

His footsteps on the ground,

They found their heart beating a little faster at the sound of heavy footsteps approaching them. Reminding them of Mark. But it was never him. Always just an animal. Or a passing crew member. But more often than not, it was Chica. Their newly adopted doggy daughter.

You’ll see his face in every place,

People with dark hair. Soft brown eyes. Overarching enthusiasm. It was so Mark. They missed him so much. And seeing said individuals made them hurt so much more. But you can’t charge a person for looking like the man you loved. Yeah… The man they loved..

But you can’t catch him now,

They sighed fondly at Chica charging around a field. The Captain held a bag on their hip full of her dog toys. Ever since Mark had… passed… She’d much rather chase the breeze out in the fields and bark at the wind. She never seemed able to catch what she was wanting however. She’d pad back over to them a little downtrodden but with a new determination each time they went back out to play.

Through wading grass, the months will pass,

Chica would slowly start to play with her toys with the Captain, the two wading through the long bladed fields together. When the Captain grew tired however, she’d go back to chasing the wind.

You’ll feel it all around.

Looking after Chica and their crew was slowly healing the Captain’s wounds. Accepting help and giving help was always rewarded with slow walks in the fields and kisses against their skin from a gentle breeze, wiping away their sweat from a busy day.

He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere.

It was a never soft day snuggled up with Chica under the night sky for the Captain. Staring up at the sky that had taken Mark away from them. It was so cruel. Yet so beautiful. It was so… Mark.

But you can’t catch him now.

They hoped wherever the universe had laid him to rest, that he was happy there. Maybe laid in a bed of flowers. Coated in a blanket of leaves to act as the coffin he’d never get.

No, you can’t catch him now.

He was something the Captain didn’t think they’d ever get over until the day they died. Their heart ached for him everyday. But it’d finally stopped hurting at least.

Bet you thought he’d never do it.

The pain had quelled so much that they opened Engineer Park with a fond smile on their face. A statue of their beloved, stood smiling in the centre announcing him as the beloved creator of the Invincible II. The man who’d achieved the impossible. And brought them all home.

Thought it’d go over my head.

They also headed and sorted through his belongings. A lot of it they’d keep. Some would be given to friends. The rest was gifted to colonists who needed it.

I bet you figured he’d pass with the winter.

With the statue in its prized position, every colonist and crew would remember Mark and his story. Children were given first and middle names matching the great head engineers, in hopes of inspiring the same charm and intelligence in them. The Captain was glad he was held so highly in their new home. It was what he deserved after everything.

Be something easy to forget.

The Captain would chuckle fondly, looking at the list of first generation children they’d mentor with M related names. The children’s eyes were filled with wonder that they were ready to nurture and enlighten. To help them find themselves in this new exciting world.

Oh, you think he’s gone cause he left,

There would still be hard days but the Captain would just walk out to the field with Chica, their old girl. And they’d always feel better.

But he’s in the trees, he’s in the breeze,

Time would have its ups and downs. Especially when Chica finally grew too old to play in the field, the two opting to just relax out there instead. It’s where she’d eventually be laid to rest. The Captain would find the wind up there a lot stronger after such, like there were now two breezes passing through instead of the usual one.

Our footsteps on the ground.

The Captain would follow their beloved dog and dear head engineer not long after, being buried alongside their furry friend, looking up at the sky where the love of their life rested. The three united together at last.

You’ll see their faces in every place.

If you sat out in that lonesome field, you’d feel anything but alone as three separate breezes passed by your face and amongst the flowers.

But you can’t catch them now.

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[ciara-clycone]

'Paradoxial' Virus: Ch.2 -Weariness.

Ao3: link

Summary:

Strange things are going on in the Invicinble 2. Electronics are acting up. Eerie sightings are happening on the ship. No one knows why this is going on. They try to act like it's nothing serious.

But it's having a strange toll on the captain...

Pairings: Captaineer

Warnings for this chapter: None.

Length: 861 words.

As Mark was walking down the hall, he heard Tyler and the other crew member talking. He was planning on ignoring them and continuing on his way when he heard them mention the captain. Immediately, his interest was piqued.

He walked over to them. “What’s this about the captain acting weird?” He asked.

“The captain nearly took of my head with their Alexa,” said the guy, holding out the offending machine, “They just threw it right at me. I nearly got clocked.”

“Really? That doesn’t sound like the Captain.Are you ok? They're pretty strong."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Captain came and checked up on me afterwards. They were sorry about it too. But still, the fact they threw it at me shook me up.”

I gotta find out what what’s going on with them, thought Mark.

“Can I have that?” Mark asks, motioning to the Alexa. The guy hands it to Mark, and he leaves them for the Captain’s quarters. Coming upon the captain’s door, he knocked. “Captain?”

“Just a second….” Came the captain’s response. They sounded tired. A few seconds passed.

What are they doing? Mark wondered as he struggled to hear what is going on in the other room. He only heard shuffling and footsteps.

“Alright, come in.” Called the captain.

Mark walked in and saw the Captain at their desk. Papers were strewn across their table.

“Mark,” the captains said, nodding at him. “What brings you here?”

“A little birdie told me you were having trouble with Alexa?” Mark grinned as he held the Alexa out. “I think you might be missing this?”

“Bird’s the word…” the captain mumbled. They shake their head and blink as if they were trying to wake up.

Mark arched an eyebrow at them. “Captain? Are you feeling ok?”

Blinking again, the captain looked up at Mark and then the Alexa, and growled at the bot. “I thought I tossed that thing out.” They murmured.

“You did. One of the crew had it. Said you hit them with it?”

“An accident!” The captain exclaimed. They looked stricken that it had hit someone. “He said he was ok though? I went and apologized to him and checked on him.”

“Yeah, he’s ok. Just still surprised by it.”

“I didn’t know anyone was coming in when I tossed it,” the captain said. “I just wanted to get rid of the dang thing.”

“Why though? This thing is handy.”

The captain shook their head. “It’s cursed, is what it is.”

Mark chuckled. “Why do you say that?”

“Blasted thing keeps telling me where the nearest graveyard is. Like it wants me to go there or something.” The captain glared at it.

“What?” Mark asked,giving the Alexa a perplexed look, “That’s not normal. Not at all… I can check into it for you, if you want?”

“That’d be great, thanks…”

The tiredness in the captain’s voice caught Mark’s attention. “Hey, Captain? You seem more tired than usual.Is anything wrong? I mean beside this weird Alexa stuff.”

The captain let out a sigh and slowly shook their head. “Just feeling tired…. Didn’t sleep well last night.” They shrug it off.

“Why not?” Mark asked.

“Just didn’t.” The captain didn’t really want to tell Mark they were having nightmares.

And that the nightmares weren’t just last night. But every night. That’d make them sound whiny. And gah they were the captain! They were supposed to be the fount of strength and stability on the ship. That would all crumble to nothing if people found out how shaky they got from nightmares. And there was no reason for them to react that way too, or so they figured.. It’s not like nightmares and unpleasant dreams were unusual or anything.

“Hmm… ok…” Mark said, skeptically. He picked up the Alexa. “Well, I’ll take this little rascal out to the lab and see what’s going on with it.”

“Sounds good. Thanks….” The captain said, nodding. They returned to their work, or at least acted like they were working. In truth, they were still out of it but wanted to look like they were ok. At least while Mark was there.

Goodness! The last thing they wanted to do was fall apart in front of him. It was why when he knocked on the door, they scrambled off from the floor and made it look like they were hard at work on projects or something.

Marl hesitated a moment, watching the captain. He felt something was seriously off with them but he couldn’t place it. And it seemed like something more than just tiredness.

The captain paused in what they were doing and looked up. They raised an eyebrow. “Is there something else?” The question wasn’t sharp sounding, more just stated quietly.

Mark paused a moment. Should he come out and say that he suspected something was going on with them? He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt it in his bones that there was something wrong.

“Well….”

“Engineering paging Mark. There’s something up with one of the engines. We need you to come down and check it out.”

“Oh uh nevermind…” Mark sighed. Guess asking the captain will have to wait.

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[writtengalaxies]

New Year's

Characters: Head Engineer x GN!Captain

Word Count: 467

Spicy Rating: I...had to write a new year's kiss. I know I should wait until New Year's Eve to post it but...the cute hit me hard.

This was going to be the first big celebration on the new planet.

The terraforming and construction had gone smoothly, as well as adjustments to the new climate and the colonists settling into a new life. It almost feels unreal, how quickly things came into place, and how the elected committee had gotten planning for today, and tomorrow, done.

Tomorrow marks the first anniversary of not just finding this home for you all, but the first act of settling down. The first New Year.

Traditions from all over Earth came together here, with everyone starting to share old traditions and create new ones. Even Gunther got roped into the hubbub, discovering they needed his particular skills to help with the fireworks show that was being planned. Parties had been going all day, and you knew it wasn't just at this main settlement, but from the lights you could see in the distance, each of the nearby smaller settlements had their own festivities too.

It was...bittersweet, in a way. It wasn't like anything you had before, but it was new. Special.

And what was this all but a new start?

The parties were too much for you, too loud after a day full of them, and you needed a break. Mark came with you, the two of you just enjoying the quiet company of each other as you stared up towards the night sky. Things, no matter how loud or hectic they got, were always so much easier to handle with him. Then the counting started, loud enough to be heard this far away, meaning nearly everyone was chanting.

10!

You started to laugh, leaning a little more against Mark.

9!

You could feel how he nervously wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

8!

You turned towards him, giving him a smile, watching his nervousness fade.

7!

He gave you that smile, a special one just for you. Soft. Knowing. You loved it.

6!

Maybe this would be the year you tell him.

5!

The settlement was far enough along that you could start to relax.

4!

He deserved to know how much of your heart he held in his hands.

3!

Mark shifted, turning towards you a little more fully.

2!

He looked so handsome haloed by starlight.

1!

He surged forward, catching your lips with his so fast and so lightly, you could have sworn you imagined it. You felt your face slowly heat up, building into a blush that was warming you more than his proximity. No, he...he couldn't have, could he?

"I've always wanted to kiss someone at midnight," Mark whispered, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. "I'm glad it was you, Captain."

You smiled at the squeak he gave as you hauled him forward to kiss him much longer this time.

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[cherryauts]

Acquired Taste | Murdock x gn!reader

Summary: “You really think you can say no to me?” Murdock grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall behind me. Even through his dark glasses, I felt him stare deep into me.

Word Count: 1236

Tags/Warnings: First Person, Oral(giving), mentions of murder, mentions of gore/blood, partners in crime, deepthroat emeto(vomit), very mild blood play

Blood slowly dripped down my hand. It covered the 8 inch dagger I gripped onto. My chest rose and dropped. I stared down at the body below me. I really had just killed someone. His chest was torn open messily. His heart lay between his broken ribs and organs, tattered and crushed. No longer able to beat, damaged beyond repair.

“You did well, doll.” Murdock spoke, walking beside me to look further at the man below. He smirked, seeing what I had done.

“I did..?” I huffed out a bit, finally speaking as my throat was tight. 

He hummed in agreement. “I’m surprised for your first time. You seemed to enjoy it.” He let out a chuckle.

I soft smile spreads across my face as the adrenaline slowly leaves my system. Murdock moved a hand to my chin, turning me to face him. Pressing his lips into mine for a deep kiss. I melted into it, my body relaxing and no longer tense. 

“Someone riled up?” I pull from his lips with a purr. His hand came up to grab at my throat, pushing me back into a wall. 

“What about it? Are you wanting to fix it yourself, kitten?” He tilted his head as he spoke. My face scrunched up, hating the nickname. Only earning a chuckle from his lips.

“Not anymore with that name brought up.” I scoff. A pout spread across his face. He moved his hand from my throat up to my chin. Moving a thumb to my lips and pushing between them, pushing down roughly on my tongue. I grunt, moving a hand up to grab his wrist.

“You really think you can say no to me?” Murdock grabbed my wrist, pinning it to the wall behind me. Even through his dark glasses, I felt him stare deep into me. He massaged his thumb into my tongue before pulling it back to let me speak.

“Bite me.” I grinned. A huff of air passed his lips as he grabbed my shirt collar. Forcing me down onto my knees in front of him. He grabbed onto both my wrists and pinned them above me to the wall, despite my physical struggle. 

“Well, you’re no fun.” I pout. Before I could say anymore he delivered a harsh smack to my cheek.

“And you listen to me. Got it?” He grabbed my jaw. His fingers digging into my skin. 

I sank back onto my knees, slowly nodding.

“Use your words.”

“I understand.” I look back up to him, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

“Good.” He let go of my jaw, but kept my wrists pinned with one hand. His free hand moved to his pants. Struggling a bit, he managed to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops of his jeans. I watched his movements intently. He unzipped his pants. Without any hesitation, he reached into his pants and, through the hole of his briefs, pulled his partially hard cock out. 

I grunt in response, looking away and tugging at his hands that pinned mine.

“What?” Murdock chuckled. “You wanted this, right?”

“I did.” I mumbled, finally admitting. With that, he let go of my hands. 

I repositioned myself in front of him. I moved the still bloodied hand to his cock, taking it in my hand and stroking him up and down. Blood lightly smeared along his skin as he grew hard. 

He only grunts in response, watching me with curiosity. I held his cock up more, leaning in. I let my tongue hang from my mouth, running it along the underside of his cock. His body shudders, moving a hand down to my hair. 

I glance up at him as I lick up to his tip, cleaning up some of the blood off him. My lips wrap around his sensitive tip and I suck softly, earning a groan of delight from Murdock. 

I let go of his base, taking more into my mouth. My lips sliding with ease along his skin. I push my tongue up against the underside of his cock. Taking a second to breathe through my nose, I allow my throat to relax. I push my head down further on him, slowly taking him into my throat.

Murdock let out small huffs of breaths and a few groans. “You look so good on your knees like that.. But you’re taking too long.” He warns.

I look back up at him, narrowing my eyes into a glare. I purposely went slower, wanting to waste his time. 

He carded his fingers through my hair, entangling them before grabbing a fistful. I growl in response, giving a quick nip to his cock. 

“You’re just begging for it at this point.” He growled back, his voice low. Without another word, he forced my head back down onto his cock. My hands shot up to his thighs, gripping hard as my throat tightened around him. I gagged hard, trying to push back instinctively. 

“Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” He chuckled. Keeping my head on him, I couldn’t push back, his strength overbearing me. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears pricked my eyes. I could only gag, my throat not able to relax no matter how hard I tried. 

With another gag, a rush of watery bile shot up my throat. It spilled over his cock and out the side of my mouth. 

Murdock let out a laugh. “Can’t even handle a cock down your throat, thought I trained this out of you.” He finally let go of my head. I sent my head back, leaving a mess of watery vomit on his cock and pants. 

I gasp and choke, spitting up what was left in my mouth. He grabbed onto my hair again, yanking it back so I looked up at him. I watched as he quickly stroked at his cock, using the previous fluids as lube. 

I let myself take the time to breathe, knowing I only had a limited time. Once I was calm enough, he guided my mouth back to him. Pushing me down his length without much time to adjust. I close my eyes, just trying to force my throat to relax. Holding my head in place, he thrusted quick into my mouth. I breathe through my nose, holding onto his thighs as I take his rough pace. 

He thrust deeper and deeper every few strokes. My nose pressed up into his skin. His moans grew louder and his breath grew heavy. The thrust of his hips turned sloppy, and I knew he was close to his edge. 

I was suddenly pushed back off his cock. He held a tight grip onto my hair, keeping my head back. I looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. My tongue slipped out of my mouth, hanging with my mouth wide open for him.

Grunts and groans escaped his mouth as he stroked his cock quickly. And not long after, streams of cum shot from his tip. I closed my eyes, feeling bits of his cum spread over my face, some hitting my tongue. Once his grip loosened from my hair, I opened my eyes. I pull my tongue back into my mouth, swallowing down his cum.

“Feel better?” I say with a purr, looking up at him.

“Keep running your mouth and your throat won’t be the only thing I ruin.”

#markiplier egos #iswm murdock #iswm fanfiction #murdock x reader #markiplier #markiplier smut #murdock smut #oneshot #x reader

[b-is-in-the-closet]

Go to sleep, Captain.

There was signs of your sleep deprivation. Like how you had less energy, or got exhausted faster than normal. But the one becoming more and more apparent to you was your growing headache.

You would sleep, but it’s not that simple. It didn’t help that every time you tried to sleep you never got comfortable enough to rest.

Being as tired as you were, you often find yourself sitting or leaning on whatever is nearby. Which is fine. When it’s furniture.

To give you some credit, it was fairly late and everyone else was already asleep. Being tired at this time would be normal. You could brush off your explanation tomorrow.

For now, the nearest thing to lean on was Mack. He was just.. so warm. And comfortable.

“Captain?” But he wasn’t asleep.

“Huh?” You replied tiredly.

He shoved you off of him. You frowned. “Whyyyy….” You weren’t usually whiny, but being tired has its effects.

“God you’re so whiny.”

“I’m tired…” You leaned on him again.

“No shit. Are you going to stop doing that?” He asked as he pulled you off again.

“But you’re so comfy…”

“I.. Go to sleep, Captain.”

“‘m trying to..” You continued to rest against him despite his protest. He simply rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with you.

“Not on me, nitwit.”

“Tried that already…”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep for the past 3 days, Mack.”

“…oh.” He was suddenly very comfortable with you leaning on him, pulling you closer. You cuddled up against him and you could feel him tense up, but quickly relax at your touch.

“Thanks Mack…” you muttered against him, your eyes fluttering shut. Maybe you would finally be able to sleep.

You were. And when you woke, you were in your bed. “Morning sleepyhead.” That’s not normal. You focused your vision to realize that you were not alone in your room. Mack was standing next to your bed, a fresh cup of coffee in his hands. “Coffee?” He offered.

This must have been a dream. Mack? Being nice? That’s just not reality. You took it and blowed on it before sipping. It was the best coffee you had ever tasted.

“The next time you fall asleep on me, maybe wake up quicker than 16 hours later.”

You almost did a spit-take. “I was asleep for 16 hours?!”

“Yep.”

“…and you stayed with me until I woke up?”

“No, I.. I just happened to be here, is all. It’s not like this is the fifth cup of coffee I’ve had to make for you because the others got too cold.” It was almost cute, how bad he was at lying.

“Totally not.” You smiled at him, sitting up more and drinking more. “…sorry about that, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No, really, I should have been sleeping more, I got really tired and carried away and-“

“Captain.” He was looking at you sternly now.

“Yes?”

“Just.. promise me that you’ll start actually sleeping.”

“I… can’t. The only way I was able to fall asleep was because you were there…”

“Then..” he huffed. “Fine, if you want to be so picky about it.. Whenever you can’t fall asleep, just find me. Other than that, do not touch me. Got it?”

“Really?”

“Agree before I change my mind.”

“Okay, okay. I agree.”

Let’s just say your nights were much smoother from now on.

#iswm fanfiction #iswm mack #iswm mack x reader #iswm x reader

[infinite-infinite-stars]

“How- how long have you…?” Mark breathes, gesturing between the two of them.

Yona sighs. “You’re going to think I’m completely mad.”

Mark chuckles quietly. They’re still close enough that she can feel his breath on her face. “I think I’ve learned how to handle a little madness by now.”

Yona watches his thumb go back and forth across her hand for a moment. “Well,” she says, at length. “I suppose it sortof crept up on me…”

She glances back up at his face. “I mean, I’ve always been fond of you. That shouldn’t be surprising to hear~. But I think what really, you know. Did it, for me, was… the fact that you built the warp core.”

Mark blinks a few times, his brain taking a moment to reboot. She was right, he thinks she’s mad. Or maybe he’s just trying to decide if he heard her correctly. Either way, eventually he manages to squeak out: “...What…?”

Yona offers a slightly sheepish half-smile as if to say ‘see, I told you.’

He squeezes her hand. “The– the warp core, but that– Captain, we’re still talking about when you realized you loved me, right?”

“Yes, Mark,” she confirms. Her hands settle on his shoulders and she takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “Look, I get why you’re confused. I know you consider that to be the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.”

“Well– yeah, it was,” says Mark, still looking lost. “It was the biggest mistake anyone’s ever made. In history. I’m not even exaggerating, it was literally–!”

Yona puts a finger up to his lips and fixes him with a solemn look. He gets the message: shut up and let the Captain speak. So he does.

“You don’t need to tell me how much damage the wormhole did, darling, I was there,” she points out, gently. “You already know I don’t blame you for any of it, don’t you?” 

Mark nods, hesitantly. “You’ve made that pretty clear.”

“But you still blame yourself.” It’s not a question; it’s an observation. Mark doesn’t even need to nod again for Yona to know that it’s true. “You look at yourself and you see an idiot who wouldn’t listen to reason and almost destroyed reality. I’m telling you right now, that’s not what I see at all.”

“What… do you see, then, Captain?” Mark ventures, his voice whisper-quiet.

She reaches up and cups his cheek, wanting him to look her in the eyes again. “I see a man brilliant enough and resourceful enough to build a device that could bridge dimensions all on his own, with nothing to go on but his own memories of how it worked. A man who only ever wanted to do the right thing. To save as many people as possible, the only way he knew how. Even if it meant enduring an eternity in hell. Even if no one would ever know about the sacrifices he made.”

Mark’s eyes glisten with tears as she speaks. He sniffles once, but doesn’t interrupt.

Her other hand moves to his other cheek. Now she’s cupping his face tenderly in both her hands. “You want to know how I could love you, even knowing you built the warp core?” Her thumbs brush his cheeks and wipe the tears that have gathered in his eyes. “Darling, that’s entirely the wrong question. The question is, how could I not love you? How could I witness all of that and not realize what a rare and noble and extraordinary person my Head Engineer is~?”

#in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm fanfiction #captaineer #engineer mark x captain #engineer mark x female captain #engineer mark #captainsona #captain yona masters #Scenarios #Headcanons #loosely adapted from/inspired by a scene from an rp with my friend captainsaltypear <3

[grabtherain]

Captain, you have nice hands (GN Captain x Engineer Mark)

Summary: You and Mark are the only ones awake on the ship- and after keeping Mark from disappearing into space, fixing life support and surviving fricken death beams, you two sit down to talk. What will the rest of this mission look like? Why is Mark staring at your hands so much?

CW: In Space With Markiplier spoilers, Blood, Fire, a Man in need of a hand hold

"Current ship status is absolutely CATASTROPHIC." No matter how hard you banged on the glass, most likely expensive technology- it wouldn't shut the hell up. Wait a second- are you flying through the air?

"Motherfuc-" you grumbled out as your knees hit the solid metal floors of the Invincible....II. Slowly standing up with a concerning amount of groans coming from your bones- you looked around as you tried to access your situation. Your suit still read the bold print of 'Captain', your gloves however, seemed to have received a huge tear in both hands. "These were my favorite pair." You whispered to yourself as you solemnly peeled the bloody leather off of your worn hands- a sudden ringing meeting your ears.

"Reviving head engineer." A calming voice stated- though you could only believe it was calm because of the computers programming. If the machine knew the absolute danger it was in- you were sure it would be screaming and running around. Similar to what you felt like doing. The voice set off something in you, your eyes tracing over to Mark's pod- the same one you had seen him step into as you did yours. Your feet carried you, seemingly with intention, over to his pod and your hands worked to open it quickly- not allowing your head engineer to fly out as you had done. Images of Mark flying and hitting the glass of the space ship clouded your mind, the sickening crack of the glass hitting your precious engineer's bones. Then, the swooshing of your head engineer being lost in space. You could never let that happen. Especially as his captain. It would be unforgivable.

"Captain?" A soft, petrified voice cut through your thoughts causing you to quickly glance down at the man you held seemingly too tightly to your chest. At the realization of your proximity, you stepped apart from Mark- good timing because the huge console in the middle of your pods caught fire. The same calm voice calling over head that life support was in need of help. You and Mark paused in your positions for a second, eyes meeting, before springing in to action. "I'll go fix O2, Captain!" Mark sputtered out as he ran off- you following him to the door before stopping short so you could grab the fire extinguisher. You sat there for a couple seconds, letting the compacted air hit the fire, you sure as hell had no actual clue how these things worked. However, this was taking too long. What if you blew up? Was Mark okay? Fixing life support should also fix the oxygen levels what if- Oh, it's done. You let out a soft sigh of relief as the fire was completely extinguished- that voice coming online to explain the success in life support. If you had a mirror, you would be sure soot covered your beautifully handsome features. You sure could feel the soot sink into the wounds on your ungloved hands- suddenly becoming self conscious. You never let anyone see your hands- not because they were ugly or anything, but you feared they didn't match you. "Captain!" A voice called out for you, causing you to turn around to meet Mark running down the hallway. "I fixed O2 easily- however, we've got a bigger problem going on in-"

Your head engineer Mark was rudely interrupted by that stupid voice, "Asteroid Defense System is....Fine." Not only did the voice interrupt Mark, but it was glitching out and being totally suspicious? Wow, what nerve this thing had. Mark seemed to be feeling the same way because his face contorted into annoyance at the voice.

"Yeah sure, sure. Trying to gaslight me or something? I almost died just walking past it!" Mark yelled out to seemingly no one, but the intercom answered. You watched in amusement as your head engineer and his own creation bickered like a married couple, your hands coming up to pick up your hat and fix your hair in exhaustion. Mark's eyes fleeted from the roof he spoke so passionately to, concentrating on you now instead. "Sorry Captain but issues in Asteroid Defense." He said in almost an empathetic tone- most likely noting the blood that streaked your forehead as you adjusted your cap but not drawing too much attention on it. You didn't need to speak to get your point across, and soon the both of you were running to Asteroid Defense room. It took one disguise, a couple of bloody wounds, and an awesome head engineer to step in before the beams of death were deterred from its creator. Mark would come out seemingly unscathed, you'd say he looked even better than when he had went in. However, your hands continued to bleed and grow increasingly sore as the two of you slid down the metal wall that was riddled with bullet holes. "Captain, what do we do now?" Mark asked you, however- you never truly knew what you were getting into when you arrived on this ship. You had a resume filled with experience and references that spoke highly of every step you took- but the invincible was like nothing you had ever tackled. You turned your heavy head to face Mark, your eyes meeting the chocolate ones you had grown to trust more and more in through out your time on this ship. Even if they had a burn of mischief in them at all times.

"We get this ship back on track. Save the colonists." Your voice croaked painfully, the soot that covered your hands and face- seemingly covering your lungs. "Most importantly we save you...and our staff." You coughed out, using your bloody hand to cover anything that came out. This mission was never about you or what your title meant as a Captain. You truly just wanted everyone that had made this ship possible- to finish their goals as researchers, staff, and engineers. Maybe you cared about one person's goal a little too much. Under the surprised eyes of Mark, struck with the sound of your voice, you realized that you would take a bullet for not only this man but the images his mind created. The storylines and people he brought into your life. Something about him felt new every time you saw him- yet familiar. "Don't look at me like that Kid." You spoke out, a puffy chuckle leaving your lips as your hooded eyelids trailed over Mark's worried features. First you had thought he was worried about your voice- however, you could see his eyes trained on your dirty, wounded hands. "Mark?" You questioned as you instinctively clenched your hands slightly- pushing them together in your lap.

Mark's head shook- a powerful notion to seemingly get him out of whatever daydream he had pushed himself into. "Sorry Captain, you have nice hands." Mark's own partially gloved hands came up to his lips. "I mean I would hold them." Mark's face contorted in what only could be labeled as embarrassment as you watched his eyes dilate for some new words. You simply watched in amusement as you watched your engineer glitch out. "You've just never had them uncovered. They look nice. I mean, solid. Well that's weird. I mean-" You couldn't say that you were necessarily getting tired of listening to Mark dig a bigger whole for himself. In fact, you relished in every second he seemed to spill more and more thoughts that had crossed his mind. However, you had to admit that you didn't want to see him implode upon himself- knowing you needed him to go through this mission with you. You did the only thing you could think to do- while still giving the man you appreciated so much, what he wanted. You slipped your hand into Mark's, entangling your fingers tightly before squeezing as a sign of comfort. Though you knew Mark couldn't feel the blood directly, you felt soft electricity run across the tops of your hand as his uncovered fingertips trailed the veins. His leather covered palm pressed comfortably into your moist, red one.

"Sorry, you looked as though your head was going to blow." Your eyes finally went back up to Mark's face- them widening as you felt as though you had only made the situation worse. At least as Mark spoke about your hands- his face only contorted and looked pained, but with your hand in his own, his cheeks had turned a bright pink that covered his nose as well. You went to move your hand away, but Mark's hand firmly pulled you back in- or you were never trying to leave his grasp anyway.

"Please, let's stay like this for a moment, Captain." Mark's voice was sincere. His face held what could only be labeled as true content with the situation at hand. Or with hands. How could you deny your most hard working staff member from pure bliss? You couldn't. So in that regard, you two stayed hand in hand, your head falling upon Mark's shoulder before his head fell onto your own. Nothing about this situation felt familiar. No images of other scenarios played in your mind. You didn't know whether you should feel worried about this, as your job as Captain was to predict the unpredictable- but this, was never in your books.

Your eyes began to feel heavier by the second, Mark's soft snores of sleep already beginning to lull you into a similar state of rest. Mid blink, something shimmery caught your eyes in front of you. Opening your eyes as wide as you could, there before you was a text box- image showing a preview of what could occur if chosen. The hand that grasped Mark's became tighter, somehow an unknown feeling filling you- your body trying to find anything it could ground itself to. "Go towards the light." You read the text inside of your head. You couldn't fully comprehend what was going on. You knew you didn't want to leave Mark, especially if he would wake up all alone- not knowing if you were alive or not. What would he do without you? He needed you like you needed him. Didn't he? You slowly moved your head out from under Mark's, using your other hand to gently set his head on your shoulder so he didn't wake. Your eyes focused on his features- the ones you found comfort in, the ones you had took note on as soon as you got there, you also looked down at your hands- tightly clenched together. Something told you that you didn't have a decision whether you left or not. Or else there would be another little box wouldn't there? With salty tears in your eyes, you squeezed his hand one more time- whispering something no one would ever truly know. You don't even know if you would remember what you said after this. Either way, you reached out with your free hand to reach into the box of glowing light- feeling the light pull you forward and the weight of Mark evaporating.

"Current ship status is absolutely CATASTROPHIC."

#markiplier #in space with markiplier #in space with markipler spoilers #iswm part 2 #iswm lore #head engineer mark #iswm fanfiction #iswm part two #iswm theory #head engineer mark x captain #iswm captain #engineer mark #iswm fic #iswm part 1 #gender neutral fanfic #hand holding #markiplier fluff #soft markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier fanfiction #gender neutral reader #fluff and angst #beautiful hands

[buc-eebarnes]

go in as a green light

He clears his throat. “Hi. Um. The crew told me you hadn’t gone to the mess hall to eat yet. I was wondering, if, uh…” he waffles a bit putting his words together, and when he’s finally able to speak, it’s a rush of, “D’youwannagetdinner?”

pairing: captaineer

tags: first dates, second dates, the romance route egos appear but it's comical, post-iswm, hold on ending

rated T || 4275 words

“Ah,” you glance back to where you had crackers and a hastily wrapped block of cheese on your dining table laid out. You’d been feeling sluggish all day and hadn’t wanted to leave your room. “Real food would be amazing right now.” The corner of his lips quirks up, and it changes his sheepish expression. “There’s something really good in the kitchen tonight. Chef says it’s your favorite.”

read on ao3 || buy me a coffee!

#head engineer mark x the captain #captaineer #iswm fic #iswm x reader #engineer mark x captain #head engineer mark x captain #head engineer mark x reader #engineer mark x reader #in space with markiplier fic #in space with markiplier x reader #iswm fanfiction #markiplier egos #porniplier #the captain (iswm) #mpcu #my fic

[underratedmurder]

Yummy tasty

Mack hc’s

——->

-he trips a lot, (idk it just makes sense)

-he stutters as well, and when he does it in succession he turns red and looks like he’s about to cry (this is funny)

-his shoes are actually too big for him but they were the only size with an extra half inch on the soul so they make him taller, he would do anything to be taller

-my hc for the captain is that they are above average height and often look down at Mack when talking to him, they sometimes have to lean down quite a bit to hear what he’s saying while he works at a desk, getting in his ear… unintentionally making the hair on the back of his neck stick up

-he likes cheese itz

-he’s liked cheesecake

-he’s just rlly into cheese

-if you’ve read that Swiss cheese fic on ao3 I’m so sorry (I didn’t write it dw)

-he double knots his shoelaces “because they might get untied!” (Because his shoes are too big)

-he obsessively lint rolls his hat

-the only time he becomes flustered other than the stuttering thing is when the captain says his name while looking him directly in the eye

Okay that’s it Gn!

#mack iswm #iswm mack #matpat egos #iswm fanfiction #iswm meme #mack iswm fanart #mack iswm fanfic #Mack iswm/captain #Mack iswm hcs #he’s a funny goofy guy who does funny goofy stuff #Mack is a nerd loser but he tries and that counts #he’s actually very mean #we must face the facts #but he’s got a tiny soft spot #I’m so funny and sexy please like me

[aceforwhatevenisthis]

Okay, I've got a request. An angst filled Captain (who is also Y/N from Heist and DA from WKM) who is very distraught about not being able to share everything they've been through before the Invincible II with the Engineer because they are afraid to confide in him, because they suspect that this is yet another role of the Actor and they have no idea who to trust. What will come out of this premise is up to you!

omg anon i LOVE the way you think! hehehehe i had fun with this one, definitely came easier to me than fluff lmao

Enjoy!

TW: panic attack, unreliable narrator

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The Captain sat forward in their chair. Their hands were splayed on their desk. Mark stood at the room’s door with his arms crossed and a leg over the other. He looked smug. What else was new?

“A toast?”

“Yeah! We’re on day 241 since the last reset.” Mark smirked as he offered the Captain a glass of red wine. “I counted.”

“Evidently,” said the Captain. They graciously accepted the glass and opened their visor, revealing their face. They had a relaxed smile. “What a life.”

“Well, life is for the living, eh?” Mark said, grinning.

What?

Distantly, something crashed. Maybe fell. 

No. That smile. It’s uncanny. No no no no no no no no no no

“Hey-- Captain? What’s wrong?” 

He can’t be back. He can’t he can’t he can’t

“Captain?”

Why? WHy is he here

“Captain--”

He killed me. He did this he did this he did this it’s all his fault he did this

“Captain!” 

The Captain gasped. They brought a hand up to their chest and could feel their lungs heaving in the sterile air. The walls were cold. Too cold. It felt almost suffocating --- this suit felt suffocating. A suit? A formal suit. One for a party or a business conference or a date or a judicial proceeding--- no, a space suit. With a helmet and everything. Space suit. Helmet? Close it. Done. Check. 

Mark was crouched in front of them. He started to reach out to the Captain but stopped. “Captain, is it okay if I touch you?”

The Captain shook their head.

“Okay. Well-- yeah, that’s okay.” Mark sat down. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Another head shake. No. 

Mark nodded and eventually, as he sat and waited, the Captain’s breathing slowed down enough

“Where--” Their throat felt dry. “Where did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Mark!” the Captain yelled. They banged their face on the metal walls. Mark looked concerned. Then, after a deep breath, in a quieter voice, they said, “...the saying.”

“Life is for--?”

The Captain nodded solemnly.

Mark scratched his head. “I dunno. I think I heard it in some video on the holonet once. I thought it sounded cool. Real poetic.”

Narcissistic bastard--

……

if this is really him. 

“Captain, do you mind me asking why?”

Tell him. He’s your friend. “It’s nothing. I just needed to… ground myself.” 

Not a friend?

Mark looked like he had something to say but the Captain started to get up and he moved quickly to support them. The Captain jolted. Hesitantly, they accepted the help. Mark helped them move to their desk chair. But then his hands grabbed at the Captain’s helmet, mere inches from their visor, and their arms reflexively stopped him, gripping his wrists harshly. 

“What are you doing?” Fear laced the Captain’s voice.

“Removing your helmet? You sounded like you hit the wall really hard and--”

“Who gave you permission to do so, Head Engineer?”

“But. We’re old friends. You’ve said this is okay before--”

“I will not repeat myself.”

Mark gaped. He took a step back and tightened his hands behind his back, maybe rubbing at his wrists while he was at it. He looked small. “Apologies, Captain. Permission to leave?”

“Granted.”

As soon as Mark left, the Captain turned off the lights. In the comfort and anonymity of the darkness, they struggled to stifle a sob.

#ace writes #iswm #iswm the captain #iswm head engineer #head engineer mark #iswm fanfiction #wkm #actor mark #i wrote this at 2am in one sitting so please let me know if there's any mistakes #i realize now this might not have fit the prompt but oh well #i should write some captaineer headcanons i have many thoughts #in space with markiplier #markiplier #markiplier egos

[whitesuitdarkiplier]

Dark prompt here for you:

Like AHWM, dark finds out how to get to the reader in ISWM, and tries to convince them that mark is no good. Maybe its a jump through a wormhole that turns black and white and has the blue and red hues? Idk lol

I was so emotional writing this gah 😩 but I love it. I hope you enjoy it!

With a sucking whoosh the Captain finds themselves once again inside the paradoxical power of the wormhole, plunging towards another universe, another story, another chance to choose their fate and the fate of the Invincible II. One can only imagine the wild wacky worlds that await them on the other—

The Narrator’s voice ceases, and you can’t help but be grateful. You were getting tired of having another voice in your head. You are hurling towards two portals, both impossible choices. How could you possibly know which one was correct? It was all left to random chance! It was unfair, it was rigged!

But before you can make this choice, the two portals converge before your eyes. You don’t have enough time to react as you are involuntarily pulled in. The normal electric blue and white spirals of the wormhole change. Swirls of red and cerulean mingle all around you, time itself glitches, and a loud ringing surrounds you, piercing your ears. What was happening? This was unlike anything you’d experienced yet in this never ending nightmare, which as both terrifying and relieving.

You crash into a void, black as space and just as cold, but you’re not spinning to your death as you had in other timelines. You could stand and breathe, looking around you for any sign of life.

“I couldn’t give you a choice this time.”

A form glitches into existence. A man in a white suit. Mark? He looks so much like him, but there’s something deadly in his eyes. He’s poised like a predator ready to strike.

And yet…he’s familiar. A spark of recognition alights old, dusty memories. You can’t piece them together yet, but you know, somehow, you and this man have met before.

“I almost didn’t break through,” he said, “He has constructed quite the story this time and put you through the ringer. Right, Captain?”

His words were strange and confusing, not mixing well with the remaining vertigo. He must have noticed this because you see his mouth tighten and jaw set.

“How many times have I repeated myself?” He says, taking a step closer. You backpedal, but you know there’s no where for you to go.

“How many times have we met,” his anger grew, the glitching around him increasing, the ringing behind his words pierced your ears. Your vision was blurry. There were several of him surrounding you voices coalescing, and then they vanished. It was as if his barely maintained shell was cracking.

“How many times have I ripped this facade apart for you?!”

A red flashing after image of him screaming, his hands curled like talons, eyes black appeared next to him. The next moment he’s right in front of you, shaking with rage.

“And yet every time you are as clueless as before about this game he’s playing!”

As suddenly as it happened, the violent glitching and ringing disappeared. He’s standing where he was again, straightening his tie, his wrath stuffed back into his shell. Your fear wakes you up.

Dark. You’re friend, your enemy. The villain of the story.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’ve simply given in. If your lost memory is a choice you make to keep living this lie.”

Emotions stir inside you. Joy and confusion and anger mixing and intoxicating you. You tremble, fists clenched at your sides. It all hits you at once like an unforgiving tidal wave. Words explode from you, tears stinging your eyes.

“You left me!”

He stares at you, his face solemn.

“I thought it best for your protection.”

“Bullshit!” You scream, “You said we were in this together. You promised!”

“I didn’t know how much control he had! I thought I could leave you safe in the mirror, safe from him until I could end him myself,” he glitches again, “I was coming back for you! Don’t you see how he’s using you?!”

“At least he’s been with me all these years!” You cry, “All these endless cycles…and all you could manage was interrupting the plot before he dragged me back!”

Dark scowls, closing his eyes and turning his head from you. Tears freely roll down your cheeks. You wanted to hate him. You wanted to be angrier. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t. You loved him. And he loved you. He had to, or he wouldn’t have tried reaching you over and over again.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he says softly.

You want to run to him. You forgive him. You’d forgive him a thousand times over.

“We played into his hands,” you say, defeated, “He got a sidekick and a villain.” You walk closer to him, staring sadly into his eyes, “I know you’re not Damien anymore. And I know you never will be again.”

His face twists, whether in anger or pain you don’t know.

“But you are still my friend. And I don’t care whether that’s wise or not.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, but there’s a hint of emotion. Something of your best friend still lingering. You almost reach out to touch him, but you hear the unmistakable forming of a new wormhole behind you, feeling it’s irresistible pull. Time is up. Dark glares at the wormhole, a sign that Mark is calling you back to him, calling you back to the adventure at hand.

You manage a soft but sad smile as you and Dark are pulled farther and farther apart. And just before the wormhole closes, and you can still see him, you say:

“I’ll see you later, old friend.”

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[obsidiancreates]

No Context AU (No-One Is Actor and No-One Is Each Other)

"What would you know about it?" Space hisses, jabbing his finger into Heist's chest. "Do you remember dying? Over and over and over again?"

"No." Heist stands his ground though, smirking. "Because I'm not a whiny bitch who got caught in a wormhole."

"But... you are." Illinois gestures from where he leans on the wall. "Yancy's got the proof on his arm."

"We're here because we all got caught in a wormhole," Date pipes up, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "I don't remember mine either. I'm not bragging about it."

Space grabs Heist by the vest. "Do you know how many lives I've lived? Do you want to meet some of the people I've been? Because I would gladly introduce you to the time I was a serial murderer." His form spasms, and for a he's wearing burgundy and a necklace and sunglasses and there's a knife against Heist's throat-

And then it's gone.

"I'm not scared of you," Heist scoffs. "I've faced way worse certain death! What was the one thing, Yancy? In the uhhh... zombie, thing?"

Yancy looks at his right arm. "Youse got shot in the chest?"

"Yeah! And I survived that, didn't I?"

"Big deal. So did I."

"Yeah, and then your Captain abandoned you, do I have that right?"

"They came back."

"Oh, goodie for you, yours comes back for you. I may not be able to remember much from the other timelines, but I remember someone a lot more eager to move on. Didn't even mourn."

"That's a complete self-burn, you know." Date picks at the petals of a rose. "Mine liked spending time with me. They had to get tricked in order to leave me behind."

"You mean shoot you?"

"Same difference. They had to be tricked to get me out of their life."

"Didn't you say they rejected your proposal once?"

"I just moved a little too fast for them! They still said yes to a second date!"

"Youse guys is doin' real good at rememberin' now. Wonder why."

"Because it's all we talk about?" Illinois kicks the wall with the back of his boot. "Y/N this, Captain that, my date this, we did this together, this happened to us... sometimes you just have to let people go. Everyone dies gruesome deaths, and that's okay. No need to try and save them. At least, no need to try very hard."

Space lets go of Heist, looking at Indy with all the shock his face can possibly express. "You don't value your Captain?"

"Not my Captain. And they're fine. But they're one of many, you know. Handsome and/or beautiful as any artifact, but just another in a long line of people who fall in love with me and end up dying or just not making the cut."

"Why'd you even come after them then?!"

"I didn't, really. I just jump through every portal I see. Usually leads to ancient gods and golden cities, not... tiny inescapable rooms full of assholes."

"Hey!" Date gestures to himself. "How am I the asshole?!"

"Youse made 'em pay for dinner," Yancy says. "And youse got 'em kidnapped if they didn't."

"That-! ... Is a fair point."

Space looks around. "They- they're The Captain! They're... they held on!"

"Got sucked away when I tried showin' 'em my new number," Yancy grumbles, accepting a rose to pick at then Date offers it. "They didn't mean too, I knows it! But it stung. Ow, like this stupid thorn!"

"Wait, I thought Yancy said I was the one with the hold on or let go options?"

"Youse both got 'em. But his turns out better." Yancy pats his left arm this time. "Like his more, honestly."

"Didn't you come from my universe?!"

"Youse showed up in his too."

"He did?"

"I did?"

Yancy peers at his arm, and taps one of the boxes. "Right heres, for a minute. Maybe less."

"Oh, great. I get a cameo in your shitfest."

Date throws down his rose. "Why are you such a dick?"

"Oh please, didn't you throw the rose away instead of giving it to yours?"

"That's not as bad as telling them I won't come back for them if they get caught during a heist!"

"At least I didn't wear sneakers with my suit! Or propose!"

"You wanted to go on a date too!"

"It's not the same!"

Space sits down next to Yancy, closing his eyes. "How am I more tired now than when I was undying in a timeloop for so long the universe ended?"

Yancy shrugs. "Youse is all pretty similar. Can be tiring."

"... Yeah. No kidding."

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[ciara-clycone]

'Paradoxial' Virus: Ch.1 - Nightmares.

Ao3: link

Summary:

Strange things are going on in the Invicinble 2. Electronics are acting up. Eerie sightings are happening on the ship. No one knows why this is going on. They try to act like it's nothing serious.

But it's having a strange toll on the captain...

Pairings: Captaineer

Warnings for this chapter: None.

Length: Around 500ish.

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A light mist swirled around the captain as they looked around the dark expanse that surrounded them. 

Where am I? The captain wondered. How did I get here? I was on the ship and then… I don’t remember.. Something happened and I ended up here…

They looked around again, and saw a few strange objects in the distance. What are they?

They advanced toward the objects, and when they got close enough to recognize them they stopped in their tracks.

They were gravestones.

“You’rrrre in daaaannnggeeer….” A distorted voice echoed in the darkness.It reminded the captain of when voice recorders were running low on batteries, and they would have laughed at it if they weren’t in a creepy enough place as it was.

“Graveyard nearby, please hurry toward destination.”

A computerized voice said.

As this was being said, a strange ghostly apparition formed above one of the gravestones. It motioned toward the captain, beckoning them to come closer as if to join them.

Nope! The captain thought, turning to run away from the ghost.

The ghost raised its hand toward the fleeing captain, and shot out some strange energy toward them.

Pain seared their left arm. They bit back a cry of pain, and continued running onward.

The ghost continued started to chase them. A dark deep booming sound floated in the air as it got closer to them.

Voices echoed around the captain, some whispery and helpful {”Don’t give up…”} while others were odd sounding and confused the captain by their meaning. {”Paradox detected…”} And then the captain heard one particular voice that they dreaded the most. {”Software update complete…”}

They jolted awake. They found themselves on the floor of their captain’s cabin, sprawled out. They laid there, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down from their dream.

Their arm ached. They sat up and rubbed at it. The warp core crystal still glistening in their palm.

The Alexa on their desk, started to babble.

"Area Graveyard planets nearby. Listing locations...."

Picking it up, they glared daggers at it. Then threw it at the door.

Just then the door to their cabin opened up.

“Hey, Captain, I’ve got some documents-” First mate Tyler said, and then yelped as he dodged the alexa.

The Alexa whizzed by him and hit a passing crew member who was carrying a small boombox playing some music that sounded familiar. It took the captain a moment to recognize it. It was the same spooky music from the dream.

The captain's eyes widened in alarm as they saw what they did.

"Darn it!" they hissed, running over to the two crewmates. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting the door to open. Are you two ok?"

The two nodded, and that was when the captain noticed the paperwork in Tyler's hands.

"Oh the paperwork that was supposed to come in today, right. Thank you, First Mate Tyler." The captain said, taking the papers from him. Their arms felt shakey. Why? It wasn't like they hadn't ever had a nightmare before? Still, they didn't want to look weak in front of their crew. "You two have a good day, then." They hurried into their quaters, and the door closed behind them.

The captain put the papers down on the desk and then sat down in their chair. They should do their work, they should but still... They felt on edge... Their hands were still shaking...

Slumping down in their chair, they groaned.

Today was going to be a rough day, they just knew it.

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