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anxious-cosplayer · 1 year

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"Merry Christmas, Captain" (Head Engineer!Mark x reader)

Word count: 1.6k Warnings: guilt, anxious captain, mentions of death Reader is captain and gender neutral.

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It was hard during the holidays on the Invincible II. Most people either had to leave their family back on earth or were still in cryostasis. So it only meant that the crew could celebrate together.

However, to most people - yourself included - the crew was family. There were bits of tinsel that covered doorway entrances, Christmas trees decorated by each department, and Celci had to tell Mark that he couldn’t use the cryo room as a place to have a snowball fight as “that’s not how it works!”

You can probably guess how Mark felt about that.

Though the crew were gathering in the mess hall to have a big Christmas dinner, you didn’t really know if you should turn up. As much as you enjoyed everyone being together, this time of the year made you reflect on what had happen in all of those other universes. The guilt was slowly becoming better to deal with, especially after talking it over with Mark many times until it was late, however it was occasions like this you did find it hard to cope.

So that’s is why you’re stuck in your room doing paperwork, preparing to go to the bridge to supervise the running of the ships systems while everyone could have a break. Donning your hat and signature gloves, you took your tablet and promptly made your way there. As you walked by all the decorations you thought you should’ve maybe added something somewhat Christmas-y to your uniform but it was too late now. The door whooshes open to the bridge.

There was about four or five people in there monitoring the various systems. They all stood to attention when you walk in. You recognise all of them as members of several different departments. You smile somewhat awkwardly and nod your head in acknowledgment.

“At ease everyone.” They all relax from their previously stiff stances. “You can call go down to the dining hall for your dinners, I’ll look after things up here. Dismissed.”

They crew have big smiles on their faces but then quickly leave, thanking you as they do. Only one, Tyler, pauses.

“Are you sure, Captain? I don’t mind helping out here. Don’t wanna leave you here all alone.” He gives you a warm smile. You pause. It would be nice to have the company, but it wouldn’t be fair to have only him stay behind. He was probably just being polite anyway.

“No thank you, Tyler. I’d hate for you to miss out on the festivities. Go enjoy yourself,” you smile at him, but it felt forced. You didn’t really want to be here by yourself, but you couldn’t stand seeing all the happy faces of those you’ve probably killed over and over again in other universes. Tyler hesitates but nods in respect before leaving. The doors whooshed close behind them.

And then you were alone, staring out into deep space.

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Tyler had picked up on the face that his Captain wasn’t doing great, but he wasn’t sure why. He assumed it was probably because they didn’t have their family with them. Thankfully, he knew just the person that would help cheer the captain up.

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Vitals: Normal

ADS: Normal

Cryo: Normal

Reactor: Normal

Warp Core: N/A

Well at least that’s always what it’s said since the start of the voyage, minus the hiccup in the middle. After doing the necessary checks and selecting the correct buttons on the data pad, you wondered back over to the window. It was times like this you were happy that Mark had installed all of these windows, despite the issues they caused in other universes.

Your eyes slowly refocus on your own reflection. The bags under your eyes were a little more puffy than usual. Sleep was hard to get sometimes. But you could also see the Christmas tree's lights next to the control panel. Your thoughts drift back to some of your favourite holiday moments. Times with close family or friends. People who you haven’t seen in a very, very long time. Maybe… just maybe… this could be the moment you let yourself give into the Christmas spirit?

“Computer! Play something Christmas-y.”

The computer pauses before you start to hear a quiet version of one of your favourite Christmas songs. You smile to yourself before you suddenly hear the whoosh of the door opening. You quickly compose yourself and turn to see the Head Engineer walk through the door holding two drinks.

“Captain! There you are! I was wondering wher- … oh god what’s wrong? Are you ok?” He quickly rushes over, balancing the drinks on the control panel. You’re confused before you realise a few stray tears had fallen down your cheeks.

“Oh… I’m okay, Mark. Don’t worry about me,” you say as you wipe the tears away. “What are you doing here? I gave everyone the time off.”

Mark sheepishly rubbed his neck. “Yeah, I know, but I was hoping that by everyone you’d mean yourself included.” He offers one of the drinks to you. “I even brought one to share with you, captain.”

You glance over and hesitate. “well, I’m technically still on duty.” But one reassuring smile from Mark had you reaching over to accept the drink. You clink glasses together and stare out into space together.

“Why are you alone up here Captain? I-…We all would love to have you down there,” he corrected. You sigh and take a sip of your drink. It was very fizzy but light with a fruity aftertaste. Quite pleasant.

“I don’t know if I could see them all happy. Not after seeing the other thems. I doesn’t…feel right, I suppose.”

“Well you still have the right to enjoy yourself too.” Silence then fills the room. He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Look, myself and the other heads of departments have a surprise for you. Just… indulge us, please?”

You mull it over in your head before giving a nod. You walk together out of the room. As you walk down the hallway together you accidentally brush hands. You tried not to make the blush on your face obvious but feeling your heart jolt like that didn’t help. Eventually, you both make your way to the mess hall and the door whooshes open.

You see all of the other heads wearing various Christmas themed outfits, holding wrapped parcels and with big smiles on all of their faces - even Burt has a soft smile.

“Captain! You’re finally here! You can open this now!” Celci runs up to you while wearing her elf outfit and hands you a beautifully wrapped box with a big blue bow on top of it. You’re quickly ushered to sit down and start opening your present. You tear away at the wrapping to find a beautiful pair of gloves. They were very similar to the ones you were wearing but they had the softest insides to them. And stitched into the inside were your initials. These must’ve been custom made, possibly by Celci herself. You thank her profusely.

Burt had a simple Santa hat on and passed you a little box with some ribbon. You untie it and inside it is a keychain. It was a replica of the ones to drive the ship, but this one had miniatures of a wrench, an ice cube, a pistol, a hammer, a captain’s hat and even a mini Invincible II.

“It’s important to always keep those important close at hand,” he states. You smile at the gift and thank him. For once, this bit of wisdom from him did not freak you out.

Gunther was next. He wasn’t wearing anything different to his normal clothes (“It’s Die Hard! It’s a Christmas film!) but it was clear that someone, probably Celci, had put a snowman beanie on his head. He passes you something that seemed to be wrapped in foil. It was a custom made silver blaster that had your name engraved into the handle.

“For when you need protection exploring the new planet!” Though it did seem very excessive, he did reassure you it had a stun mode on it. You thanked him too.

Then various members of the rest of the crew came over to wish you merry Christmas and in the end you even got dragged to the theatre room to watch some of the classic Christmas films. Mark and Celci got into another one of their fights (Mark wanted to watch The Grinch Who Stole Christmas but Celci was determined to watch White Christmas). But in the end the crew took a vote and watched both of them and one or two others too.

It was getting very late and you were just about ready to go and sleep when someone tugged your hand. You looked to see it was none other than Mark.

“Come with me.”

You both promptly slip away from the party. He leads you to a quiet hallway and oddly stops you in one of the archways.

“I, uh, wanted to give you my present.”

“Mark you didn’t have to-" you try to say but then he put a finger over your lips, silencing you. He then points upwards, and you follow your finger to then see there was something hanging from the ceiling. Mistletoe.

Oh.

You glance back at him. He waits to see if you were okay with what was about to happen. You nod and both of your lips gently brush against other while he embraces you. He gently pulls away and you can feel him smile as he whispered, “merry Christmas, Captain.”

Maybe Christmas wasn’t too bad after all.

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Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope you all liked this short story just in time for Christmas! I hope you are all safe and I will see you guys (hopefully) in the new year - Anx :)

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insane4fandoms · 2 years

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Captain: The Caretaker of The Crew | ISWM x reader

Summary: The crew falls sick due to alien plants from the bio dome, and it’s Captain’s job to take care of their team, but is it more than they can handle?

Length: 3,282 words (DAMN)

Warnings: Throwing up, alien plants (NO POLLEN NO SECCY TIMES), Mack being Mack, Tired Captain, Chica being a good girl

A/N: Ha! Everyone point and laugh at the clown who promised part four and a requested fanfic but ended up forgetting those existed!! 🤡 👉🏽 🪞🧍🏾

But Fr, I’m so sorry, but I got them stomach flu, and I was struggling to draw because of how shaky my hands were, but I managed! Am a strong boy!

@crazy-obsessed-enby

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“Wakey Wakey protocol activated,” Was all you heard before you felt the cool air from your cryopod get released. You yawned as you hopped out of the pod, stretching your muscles.

“Computer, any updates on the ship?” You asked the AI, looking around for Mark, who would always greet you, but he wasn’t in the main room.

“Ship intact as usual, Captain. I would advise you to check on your crew mates,” It said, making you tilt your head in confusion. How long were you asleep? Surely, if anything bad happened, you would be notified immediately.

“Mark?” You wondered if he went into his cryopod to sleep too, but when you opened his pod, he wasn’t there either. You thanked the computer and walked out of the main controls to walk down the halls. Basically seeing no one at all.

“Gunther? Celci? Anyone out of their cryopods?” You questioned, peeking in the rooms, until you turned the corner to see a figure down the hall. You squint your eyes a little, seeing a shiny object on the ground, and realized it was a giant wrench.

“Burt?” You asked, seeing the now visible man stumble through the hall, dragging his wrench tiredly. He turned his head to you, and continued to walk, passing you while slightly waving at you.

“Yep…” He drawled out, sniffing and wiping his runny nose. You reached your hand out to check on Burt, but you suddenly felt a hand catch your wrists. You flinched, turning to see Mark, but he looked like the combination of being drunk and high, as he gave you a dopey smile.

“Hi Captain~!” He giggled, and practically threw himself at you, which you instinctively caught him in your arms. You looked at him in awe and in shock, seeing your head engineer acting a little more unhinged than usual.

“Mark, are you okay?” You asked him, and Mark just looked at you for a second and bopped your nose, giggling like a kid.

“Always!” He beamed, but his face was pale, so you raised an eyebrow at him. You decided to check on the others, making sure this was just a Mark thing. Dragging him with you, you and Mark soon made your way to Cryo.

“Celci?” You called out, seeing the figure of your Cryo leader snoozing away, covered in ice packs. She was snoozing away while hugging an ice pack,

‘Oh shit,’ You gently pushed Mark off and tried to get to Celci, to make sure she doesn’t get hyperthermia from the ice, but apparently life didn’t like that.

”CaptAIN!!” You jumped at the sudden appearance of Mack, who was leaning against the doorframe to Cryo, where he had a red nose and hair was a little disheveled.

He sniffed and took a big step towards you, which made you instinctively take a step back. Okay, it wasn’t just Mark being Mark, something was wrong with your crew. Before you could think of any possible problems, you felt body weight again on both sides of you, and you realized Mark and Mack were leaning against you.

“What the hell happened, Mack?!” You blurted out, holding onto the stumbling head engineers, leaning your head away because of how much they were sniffling.

“If I knew, I wouldn’t BE-!!” Mack snapped, but soon felt his face turn pale and nausea filled his body. You didn’t have time to react to his expression as he hunched over and vomited all over your boots. You looked down in total shock, before dropping Mack, causing him to land in the vomit.

You gagged a little, apologizing before you heard loud gunshots, which made you jump. You ran to the cafeteria to where the noises came from, to see Gunther lying on the table, lazily pointing his gun towards the sky.

“Gunther!” You yelped, pulling the gun away from his hands, but not before seeing something else in his arms.

“Gunther, what’s happening to the crew?!” You exclaimed, trying to push away Mark, who was still sniffling and trying to cling onto you.

“It’s the plants, Captain,” Gunther managed to say with a slight giggle, still laying on the table while hugging a bucket with a strange colored plant. You were confused until you realized that it wasn't an ordinary plant.

You groaned, pushing Mark off once again and stomped down the hall, before stopping at a red emergency box. Using your fists, you punched through the glass and grabbed what was inside, which was a breathing mask, and placed it over your face.

You walked over to the cryopods, seeing that not only your main crew were sick, every crew member was sick, and they were all lying on the ground all tired.

“That alien plant caused you all to have some sort of sickness. But why am I not sick?” You questioned, trying to remember when did this all happen, and where you were during the arrival of the plant.

Then it hit you. Just as Mark transferred the plant into the bio dome, you decided to take a quick nap in your cryopod, leaving Celci in charge of the ship, because literally everyone else would have blown up the ship. (Mack wouldn’t, but you still wouldn’t take that chance of leaving that man in charge)

“Great,” You sighed, feeling hands on your legs, seeing Mark looking at you with a pale face but with a tired smile. You took a step back, but Mark had you in a death grip, which made you a little concerned about not only his well being, but yours too.

“Did you have a nice nappy wappy, Captain?” He giggled, and sneezed loudly, before rubbing his face on your leg. You picked up him by his arms and checked his temperature, which you rolled back your hand as it was somehow hot AND cold to the touch.

“Mark, I need you to answer this seriously. What happened while I was in my cryopod?” You sternly but gently said to the Head engineer, who rolled his head all over, but beamed at you.

“CC was being meanie and was yelling at me!” Mark whined, making his way to hug you and planted his face against your chest. You tightened your mask as he got closer to your face, until he was pulled away by an even paler Celci, who had red cheeks and sniffed.

“Total lies he is accusing, Captain!” Celci stomped her foot like a child, and swayed from side to side, which you helped her on her feet.

“He was being irresponsible and left the bio dome open, and the plant sprayed pollen, which got into the vents and got everyone infected!” She pointed a finger at the engineer, who gasped loudly.

“Not true! You’re a liar!” Mark dramatically said, pointing a finger at Celci, who pouted and walked his finger away in a huff.

“You’re the liar!” Celci argued back, which caused the two to wack each other with their arms, and you knew no one was winning that fight. You let them have their childish fight and walked to the main room, where you saw Chica licking a passed out Burt, who was hugging his giant wrench like a teddy bear.

“Alright Chica, let’s see if Mark and the others will die because of this plant,” You mumbled while petting the dog, who had her own face mask to protect her from the plant. You swiped through the database, trying to find any matching finds, until one caught your eye.

“Papaver, a common snooze plant. Used as sleeping medicine for other extra terrestrial beings, but not humans,” You read out, rolling your eyes at the information.

“No kidding. Best way to wear off the effects…” You listed out any remedies, and sighed in relief at the ingredients. All of it was on this ship! You could have your crew up and running in no time!

“Hard part, getting all of them into Med Bay and having them take the medicine,” You groaned, where Chica hopped over and licked your hand in reassurance. You smiled and petted the fluffy dog.

“Alright Chica, old girl,” You cracked your knuckles, as Chica barked happily and wagged her tail.

“Operation: Get Well Soon is in action,”

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“I bet you can’t fix the reactor with a gun, Gunther!” Mark giggled and swayed against Celci, who was sucking on ice. Gunther gave a mischievous grin and aimed his gun towards the reactor controls.

But before he could shoot at it, he was immediately tackled by you, where you wrestled the gun out of his hands. Mark and Celci instantly stood up straight as you gave them a disappointed look.

“I honestly expected this from Mark, but you Celci?” You placed your hands on your hips, making Celci lower her head in shame.

“Both of you, go to Med bay, Chica will look after you guys,” You gently led the two out of the reactor, where Chica barked and Mark did a dramatic swoon.

“My baby!!!” He cheered and hugged the dog, who basically dragged the engineer down the hall, Celci following behind. You shook your head with a smile, and looked down at Gunther, who was still laying on the floor, looking tired.

“Where is the plant, Gunther?” You asked the ADS leader, who sniffed and pointed at the knocked over bucket with the alien plant still in it. You carefully picked up Gunther by the arms and dragged him.

Of course he protested, but you ignored that and got him into Med bay, where you there a blanket over him and gave others heating pads and pillows.

You and Chica then went into a montage, finding other crew members and taking them to Med bay, wrapping them in blankets and Chica giving them company.

“The last, but unfortunately the trickiest, Mack,” You sighed in preparation, ready to handle the difficult and stubborn engineer. You already found him, as he was at the main controls, trying to press every button he could.

“Mack, I need you to go to Med bay, you’re sick,” You campy said, and pulled him away from the controls, but he shook his head and made a slightly whining noise.

“I am not siCK!!” He instantly covered his mouth at his voice crack, which made you cover your mouth to avoid a laugh. He glared at you and smashed the screens more until you managed to drag him to the hall.

“Let me gO! Someone hAS to do your JOb!” He complained, but you just snickered and avoided the coughing and sneezing he was producing.

“Make sure he doesn’t leave, Chica, I’m getting the medicine,” You ordered the fluffy dog, putting Mack in a blanket swab so he couldn’t escape.

“Ha! You’re like a baby!” Mark teased Mack, which made his face burn in embarrassment. Gunther and Celci proceeded to tease Mack too as Burt was trying to pet Chica, but was petting his wrench instead.

You shook your head with a small smile. Even if they are sick, they don’t seem to mind it at all. You went into the cafeteria and grabbed all the ingredients to create the medicine. Tying an apron around your waist, you began to prepare to make your crew better.

After 30 minutes, you created enough for your crew, and went over to Med bay to cure them.

“This may taste bad, but it will make everyone well in the morning,” You explained to the crew members, and began to pour some medicine in a spoon, and had them take it.

Gunther made a disgusted noise and stuck his tongue out because of the taste. Celci tried to look like the medicine didn’t bother her, but you could see her wincing slightly. Burt had no facial expressions to show how bad it tasted, and Mark gave a dramatic gag.

“It tastes gross, Captain!” Mark whined, and leaned against you

“I reFUse to TAke aNy mediCINE from YoU!” As much as you like the amount of voice cracks Mack was getting because of the sickness, you needed him alive to balance Mark.

“Come on Mack, I need you to take the medication!” You pleaded, lifting up the spoon to the engineer’s face, who scrunched up his nose and looked away in disgust.

“I aM perFECtly fINe!” The voice cracks were getting worse for Mack, and you were just trying to save whatever dignity he had left before you used this against him.

Mark was still clinging onto your back, complaining about how the medication tasted horrible, which didn’t slip your case with Mack.

You were getting a little stressed. Sure, other crew members didn’t want to take the medicine, but they still reluctantly took it. Yet Mack was making things a little harder for you, all because he thought he was superior than you.

“Mack, if you don’t eat this, then you won’t feel any-” He cut you off.

“Im FIne, CaptAIn! Leave mE alone and dO your jOB!” Mack looked away and gave you a glare, coughing harshly. You finally snapped. There was no more patience with your crew after that, being so stubborn and ignoring your pleas. Being polite wasn’t going to cut it, you had to be in Iron Fist mode.

Without even letting Mack say anything else, you lurched your arm forward and grabbed his jaw, gripping it not too harshly, but strong enough for him to realize you were done with his shit.

“Take. The. Medicine. Now. Mack,” You gritted out, staring straight into his soul with fury and impatience. Mack stared at you with wide eyes, and because of his very pale face, it was obvious he was blushing.

He slowly took the medicine, wincing at the taste, which made you smile and let go of his face, giving him a head pat. You got up and sighed, ignoring his completely red face. You helped Mark get back into his bed, who also had a red face because of watching you being assertive, and covered his face to avoid your amused look.

“Everyone sleep well, you all will feel better in the morning,” You got up and tucked everyone in bed, and closed the door to Med Bay.

“Finally,” You slumped your shoulders and sighed, sliding against the door as Chica rubbed her head against your arms, which made you smile and pet her and take off her mask.

“Time to get rid of that plant, Chica. It’s not really worth studying after the hassle,” You told her, and you got up to grab the plant to throw it out of the airlock, and just marked it as a failed observation.

As you set the plant down in the airlock, you made the foolish mistake of taking off your mask, and as if the plant had eyes, it sprayed its pollen at your face. You coughed and gagged, swatting the dust of pollen away and immediately backed out of the airlock.

You activated it, and watched as the plant floated into space, and sighed in relief that your crew won’t get sick anymore from alien life. However, you did let out a harsh sneeze, and paused.

“Oh no,”

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“Ugh, my head hurts,” Celci muttered, rubbing her face as she sat up from the bed. Burt was the next person to wake up, who was on the floor while cuddling Chica. Mark, Mack, and Gunther soon woke up as well, along with the other crew members.

“Anyone remember what happened?” Gunther questioned the crew, who shrugged and muttered amongst themselves. Mack realized that he couldn’t move and was struggling to get out of the blanket swaddle.

“Did the Captain do this to me?! I’m going to have a word with them!” Mack shouted angrily, which made Mark point and laugh at him. Celci rolled her eyes at the childish act, and wanted everyone else.

“Where’s Captain?” She asked them, looking around for you. They heard someone throwing up, which made the crew look at each other and instantly got up to check. Mack finally got out of his swaddle and followed behind, where they all stopped by the cafeteria, seeing you hunched over a bucket, wiping your face.

“Hey,” You simply said, before you gagged and threw up again. Mark and Celci immediately came to your aid, as you started to cough badly.

“Woah, Captain. Are you good?” Gunther took off his shades as Burt lifted you up. Mack’s anger for you putting him in that embarrassing blanket hold immediately left as he saw how awful you looked.

“Just a little… a little-” You began, then covered your face to prevent any sneezing from hitting your crew mates.

“A little sick,” You sighed, giving them a tired smile and thumbs up.

“Alien plant we took in, infected everyone but me. I had to take care of you all, and I got rid of the plant, but it got me too,” You explained as Burt carried you down the hall.

“That plant did that to you?!” Mark exclaimed, a worried look on his face. Burt set you down on a bed, as Celci placed a blanket over you.

“You should’ve seen yourselves. Celci was sucking on ice and Gunther was trying to make everything a shooting range,” You told them, chuckling. Celci’s face heated up a little, as Gunther just shrugged.

“Well, don’t worry Captain. Everything is going to be okay, we’ll take care of you until you get better, just you wait,” Mark reassured you, smiling positively and that made you smile back.

“Burt! Find that medicine recipe that Captain used to cure us!” Mark pointed at the man, who sniffed and nodded.

“Yep,” He said and turned to walk off, but not before giving you a reassuring nod.

“You don’t have to do this, guys. Really,” You tell them, but Celci gave you a pat on the shoulder and smiled softly at you.

“You’ve done so much for us, Captain. Let us return the favor,” She said, and motioned the others to follow.

“Get well, love you Captain!” Mark beamed and raced out the Med bay. That only left you and Mack, where he moved back and forth on his heels.

“Captain…” He began, which made you look up at him.

“Did I… do anything… embarrassing?” He sheepishly asked you, face a little pink. You were about to say his voice cracks, but decided against it. It would embarrass him more and you knew he wouldn’t get over it. Plus, it’s great teasing material.

“Nope, just as stubborn and smug as usual,” You joked, which made him roll his eyes, but looked at you.

“I just want to say… thank you, Captain,” Mack muttered the last part, not wanting to look at you. You gave an amused grin, tilting her head.

“What was that?” You hummed, which made Mack’s face redder.

“I said thank you, Captain! For trying to take care of us, even though I was a bit… stubborn,” He shrugged, and placed his hands behind his back and cleared his throat. You snickered and handed him back your now empty cup.

“Yeah, you were. However, it’s the captain’s job to take care of their crew,” You explained, which made Mack nod, a small smile on his lips.

“Get well, Captain,” He mumbled, turning to leave Med bay so you could rest.

Watching him leave, you immediately fell onto the pillow. You sighed in content, wrapped within the comfy blanket, with peace and quiet at last.

Chica jumped onto the bed and cuddled with you, which made you hug the fluffy ball of fur, who licked your cheek and the two of you slept peacefully.

Both of you deserved it.

#in space with markiplier #iswm mack #iswm mark #iswm celci #iswm #iswm burt #iswm gunther #chica the dog #iswm chica #iswm x reader

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Can you provide me some sick iswm head cannons, like for the whole crew except the captian?

Jesus christ this bunch is a handful

First off we all know that Mack would refuse to let anyone take care of him. Becuase he's not sick! And even if he was, he wouldn't need someone as incompetent as the Captain watching after him

So you just shrugged and went off to find the others, not doubting that he would be back soon asking for help

Spoiler alert he did

Mark got very affectionate while he's sick you learned

How exactly did you learn that?

Well it might have had something to do with the fact a 5'10 ball of snot and tears came barreling down one of the ships halls at you for a hug

Cecli and Burt were the more composed members of the infected crew, although they did cast a questionable glance or two at the engineer clinging to your leg bawling about how he doesn't deserve you

It was a simple task for you to send them to the infirmary for medicine at least

Gunther was no where to be seen. Probably off shooting things in his deleterious state. Either that or raiding the food supply for everything and anything he could get his hands on

To make a long story short, things eventually got smoothed over

But boy did you need a nap after that

#iswm #iswm x reader #celci x reader #celci #mack #iswm mack x reader #mack x reader #mark #mark x reader #engineer mark x captain #head engineer mark #burt #burt x reader #gunther #gunther x reader

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breadyeetking · 1 year

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Dude new headcanon that is so heartwarming to me. I love the idea captain has friend ship bracelets with there head crew (Mark,Mack,Gunther,Celci, and Burt) all have there name.

I can see mark being like a happy puppy when captain gave him his. Like thanks you 100xs and gives you a hug (if you like hugs of course)

Mack probably acted like he didn’t care and said he was going to throw it away. It currently lives in his pant pocket or one on his shirt.

Gunther would act all chill like “thanks captain” he definitely wears it but it breaks a lot and he tries to fix it on his own. But if he can’t fix it he will go to you (the captain) and ask you to fix it.

Celci would be shocked but would happily accept it. She definitely wears it but make sure it won’t get damaged at all. She definitely looks at it if she feels upset. Brings her comfort.

Burt was the calm one. He definitely loves it like everyone else and it makes him feel appreciated. He definitely thanks you in a weird poetry way like he always dose.

All in all I think they would love them no matter what and treasure it.

#iswm gunther x reader #iswm engineer mark #iswm burt #iswm gunther #iswm captain #iswm head engineer #iswm x reader #iswm celci #iswm x captain y/n #iswm 2 #iswm mack x captain y/n #iswm mack x reader #iswm x captain #iswm

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thischickwritessometimes · 2 years

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hardworking hands covered in grease

Summary: Mark never wore gloves while he worked. It was always his bare hands, free of any covering, that did the job. This led to you frequently being able to hear loud swears or choruses of “ow” that echoed through the halls of the Invincible II as he was shocked by wires or other electrical devices. Sometimes there would be a loud crash as he would pick up a too-hot piece of metal without thinking about it. Because of this, his hands were tough, the skin thick from the many burns that he acquired each day. They also were covered in scars. Long ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones.

Scars weren’t the only things on Mark’s hands though. He was almost constantly covered in grease or oil. Streaks of the dark substances were permanently stuck on his hands, transferring to things he touched but never quite coming off unless he really scrubbed at them.

In which your Head Engineer is constantly dirty, and you can't help but notice.

This was inspired by @sardonic-the-writer and their post about Engineer Mark, which you can find here! Hope you all enjoy!

Read it on ao3!!

The first thing you noticed about Mark was that he was a very hands-on kind of guy. If there was an issue with the ship he would be there to fix it himself, elbow deep in machinery and oil. His pockets were always holding some small wrench or screwdriver to tighten up any bolts and screws that looked loose, and you were pretty sure there was a toolbox in just about every room on the ship. One time you had been in a meeting and he stopped in the middle of his sentence to fix a bolt that wasn’t quite screwed in right.

Mark also never wore gloves while he worked. It was always his bare hands, free of any covering, that did the job. This led to you frequently being able to hear loud swears or choruses of “ow” that echoed through the halls of the Invincible II as he was shocked by wires or other electrical devices. Sometimes there would be a loud crash as he would pick up a too-hot piece of metal without thinking about it. Because of this, his hands were tough, the skin thick from the many burns that he acquired each day. They also were covered in scars. Long ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones.

You didn’t notice this until the first night of your journey onto the Invincible II. It’d been busy as you met your department heads, toured the ship, and were introduced to some of the colonists. You had no time to pay attention to anyone’s hands unless they were passing you something. So when you finally started heading to your bunk, you passed Mark, who was also heading to his room. You wouldn’t head into cryo sleep until you needed to use the warp core, and that wouldn’t be for at least a few weeks.

“Captain,” he said, pausing in his walk. “Just wanted to say once more that we’re really excited you’re here.” He paused, a little sheepish. “I’m really excited that you’re here.” He extended his free hand, the other holding a toolbox that seemed fairly heavy. You shook his hand with a nod and a smile before you both parted ways.

When you got back to your bed, you sat down to take off your work clothes and get into some sleep ones. You carefully pulled off your thick gloves and went to set them down on the bed before you realized that your hand was covered in grease.

You frowned, then examined your glove and realized that the one you’d used to shake Mark’s hand had grease on it. That explained the transfer. You must have caught the head engineer right after he fixed something up, and he hadn’t realized the mess on his hands. You shook your head fondly before going to clean off your gloves, realizing that it explained the smudges on his nose as well.

As time went on, you noticed more and more that Mark was constantly smudged with all kinds of grime. It was entertaining to see it on him compared to the spotless Celci. Even Gunther was usually cleaner than he was. It was a stark contrast to the first day that Mark had greeted you, where he had looked so put together, even wearing little fingerless gloves that you thought were to let him use his wrist tablet. You realized now it must have been to hide the worst of the grease without hindering him.

Later, you realized that he must have made a purposeful effort to clean up for you. He wanted your first impression of him to be a put-together individual, and the thought of the care he must have taken to keep from smudging something onto his face made your own face warm. You really didn’t understand why that was something that made you blush, but it did.

Life on the Invincible II went on, you worrying about the everyday tasks that needed to be done before the warp core could be used. Mark’s smudges became a fact of life. Gunther loved guns, Burt was a lot wordier than one would expect, and Mark always had a grease stain somewhere. Oxygen is to life as grease is to Mark. It ceased to surprise you, and instead became an endearing trait about the man.

It wasn’t until one day when the two of you were in a meeting that it really came to the forefront of your mind again. You’d taken your gloves off while demonstrating a few things with the computer, and had tucked them into your belt. Your hands were free, and after your presentation was done, you went to stand by Mark. Gunther was talking, gesturing furiously and miming explosions. You knew you should pay attention, but Mark leaned over to you, whispering quietly.

“Great presentation, Captain. You’re a natural-born speaker, I swear!”

You (who most assuredly was not much of a speaker at all) just paused, unsure of how to respond. So instead of words, you just reached up and ruffled his hair for a few seconds. When you stopped, he looked at you like his brain had to reboot. You could practically see the error signs in his eyes as he attempted to figure out what had just happened.

Instead of getting embarrassed about your impulsive reaction, you looked at your hands. They had smudges of grease on them, left, no doubt, from Mark’s hair.

He ran his hands through it a lot, you had noticed. It was barely long enough to get into his eyes, so he was constantly pushing it back or combing it away. It was sort of a tic, and he’d do it when he was thinking hard about something. Most of the time, he did it unconsciously, hands moving of their own volition. You’d seen him do it more times than you could count, but it hadn’t ever occurred to you that it would transfer the grease on his hands to his hair.

Mark seemed to have rebooted, and his face was bright red. He was starting to stammer out some words, but you just gave him a small smile before turning back to Gunther’s presentation. Your fingers wouldn’t stop idly rubbing together, however, so at the end, your hands were darker than they had been at the beginning of the presentation.

Mark noticed as you were walking out, catching your hand in his and stopping you, examining the marks spread across your fingers and palm. His hands were rough, but oh so gentle as he turned your hand to inspect it.

“Is this..from me?” He said, brows furrowing as he looked at your hand carefully. “Or—”

“Of course it’s from you, idiot,” Celci said as she walked by, interrupting Mark. “You’re always so messy.” She walked on, leaving you and Mark standing there, him still carefully holding your hand. His face was going red again, clearly embarrassed.

“It’s alright, Mark,” you said quietly. “I don’t mind.”

Someone called for you, and you carefully extracted your hand from his, then hesitated. Instead of just leaving, you ruffled his hair again and spread your fingers in his direction.

“I don’t mind at all,” you said, then walked away to tend to the other matters of the ship.

Despite your reassurances, for the next couple of days, Mark made an extra effort to wipe his hands off before touching his hair. He didn’t always succeed, and you enjoyed watching him abort his hair-pushing gestures to wipe his hands off first.

An unfortunate side effect of this was that since the grease helped his hair to stay somewhat slicked back it was a lot more likely to flop into his face. He’d unintentionally made his goal a lot harder to achieve. Eventually he lapsed back into his normal habits, the inconvenience of waiting to push his hair from his eyes too great to overcome.

You were secretly happy about it. Although you had enjoyed the extra floof that Mark’s hair had gotten, the classic look was far better.

On another occasion, you were carrying his toolbox as you both headed to the reactor room. He asked you for help, as he had to heft a large part and couldn’t quite hold both things at once. You knew, of course, that you weren’t necessary for this job, but you didn’t really mind. There was nothing else that immediately needed your attention and this was an opportunity to spend some time with your Head Engineer. As you walked, Mark was chattering your ear off, telling you about everything that had happened in the Engineering and Mechanics Department recently. Apparently one of the mechanics, a kid named Ethan, had an allergic reaction to a dessert that another crewmate had cooked. Now half the department was making it into some sort of murder attempt.

“They’ve all been so strict, trying to hunt down the person who made the food. It’s kind of intense, everyone who enters the department dorms needs to give an alibi. I’ve had like three different people ask me recently, for some reason?”

You came to the door of the reactor room and followed Mark in, carefully passing Mark his tools once his hands were empty. He took them easily. “I’ll have to tell you the rest sometime later, Captain! Thanks for carrying these for me.”

You shrugged a little. It wasn’t particularly a difficult thing for you to do, and you enjoyed listening to Mark. He gave you a big smile, and you were about to turn away from him when you spotted something on his face.

“Wait a second,” you said, “You’ve got something right there.” You pointed towards your face, then watched as Mark utterly failed at getting anywhere near the right place. You huffed out a breath, then reached your hand forward and started rubbing it off for him. You concentrated on trying to get most of it off, and once you had you leaned back triumphantly.

“There you go,” you said, then you actually looked at Mark. A blush was creeping up his cheeks, and he just looked at you for a second. The two of you were frozen in a sense of limbo, your hand still on his cheek, him leaning into your touch.

“Captain—” he started, but before he could continue there was a shout from behind him. An engineer had rushed in and tripped over the part that Mark had set down earlier. Unfortunately, the shout shattered any semblance of a moment that the two of you were having. It also started a chain of events that led to Mark startling, him dropping the toolbox he was holding, It colliding hard onto his feet, and him howling in pain and jumping around, holding one of his feet as he hollered. All his racket sent other people rushing into the room to see what had happened, which led to more panic.

After a solid half-hour of calamity management, the reactor room was mostly calmed down. There were a few people that you would be escorting to the medbay for some minor scrapes and a few twisted ankles, however. As you took inventory of the people that you would be guiding through the halls, you caught Mark’s eye. His feet had ended up being fine (he had reinforced boots, after all), so he wouldn’t be joining you.

As you made eye contact there was a silent understanding between the two of you that something had happened in that quiet moment, and you were determined to talk to him about it.

Life seemed determined to not let you, however. From that day on, everything kicked into high gear in anticipation of going through the wormhole and making the big step toward the new planet and setting up a colony. There was no time for you to stop and have a conversation with your Head Engineer unless it was about the ship or the upcoming journey. That meant you couldn’t learn more about the “Great Peanut Butter Caper”, as you’d been informed that the murder mystery was being called. You also couldn’t sit down and figure out what Mark had wanted to say to you in that room. You couldn’t make time to watch him work and accumulate the same grease smears as the one you’d wiped off for him. Instead, you had to make do with looks and nonverbal promises.

And then the day came. You were going to cut open a hole through space and time and make it to the planet that you would then colonize.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. But your crew was in front of you, Mark was by your side, and you were sure that together, you could handle whatever came next.

You were so incredibly, heart-wrenchingly wrong. The second the wormhole opened and the security update popped up, everything went wrong. And then it went wrong again, and again, and again. You died more times than you could count, no matter what you did. You met new people, you met old friends, you saw people you felt like you should recognize but instead you didn’t. You watched them all live and die millions of times.

In all the chaos, there was only one peaceful moment. Mark, your Head Engineer, the man you’d gone through almost everything with— he asked if you would jump in with him. So you did, again and again and again. Countless times you jumped in, holding your breath like you were cannonballing into a pool while clutching Mark’s hand as if it were a lifeline. But one time, you landed in a quiet world. The planet looked like the one you could have been headed towards to inhabit. Or maybe it was the one you left behind, in a state long before you or anyone else had ever existed.

It was quiet, and you sat on a hill, the long grass tickling your ankles as the wind made it lightly sway. Your shoes and gloves were sitting off to the side, you discarding them as soon as you knew the area was safe. Mark was beside you, his eyes tracing the blue sky. You grabbed a long blade of grass and started idly tying it into knots as you enjoyed the last bits of sunshine. The sun was starting to go down, but it was still warm enough that you didn’t feel cold at all.

“Do you think…” Mark started, breaking the silence that had developed between the two of you, “That we could just…stay here? Live out the rest of our natural lives here, alone? I know we’d eventually die and be sent back to the beginning, but I think I wouldn’t mind staying here.”

You took a deep breath, enjoying the calm. “I would enjoy that. Just a break, a chance to forget for a little.”

“Yeah, exactly that. We could build a house, start a farm! I don’t really know much about farming, but I think that I’ve done enough farming simulations in preparation for the colony that I could figure it out. And you’re probably great at animals, so you can do that part. It’ll be perfect!”

“Alright,” you said, and then you carefully put your hand on top of where his sat, propping him up. “I think that would be lovely.”

He turned to really look at you for the first time in a while, and he gave you a soft but tired grin. You returned it as his thumb reached up to trace circles on the back of your bare hand. Carefully, you slid a little closer to him, your opposite hand reaching up to cradle his face. The sun had started going down, the sky a burst of rainbow colors.

“Even here, you’ve still got grease all over you,” you said with a laugh as your thumb traced the smears, spreading it a little more than before.

“You’re just making me more of a mess, aren’t you?” He accused you, but there was no malice in his gaze.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, a swirling mass of blue appeared. The two of you jumped up, hands still clasped together.

“No,” Mark said as it approached, and he scrambled backward, pulling you with him. “No, no, no, please, not this time. We—we were going to be happy!”

The wormhole didn’t care, and no matter how much the two of you ran it still caught up; tossing you back into the never-ending hell of loops. Once again, you couldn’t just talk to Mark. There was no time for that, despite the fact that you should have the most time in your life. Everything felt so hopeless, but at least you knew you could depend on Mark—no matter what the older version of him had done.

It wasn’t until he knocked you over the head with a fire extinguisher that you realized that maybe Mark didn’t feel the same way about you. He was ranting about how you had broken everything, how you and the stupid warp crystal had done this and how he was going to fix it. How he was going to fix your mistakes.

And then, before you could stop him, Mark started up the warp core again. Its echoey, robotic voice spoke about paradoxes, how they needed to be resolved. It was the same voice that had sounded when the warp crystal had embedded itself in your palm in the first place. You knew what would happen if it just lept again, traveled through the wormhole. Another set of infinite worlds, another never-ending loop. You were sick of loops.

So you jumped for the crystal, determined to get your hands on it and stop this. But Mark saw you.

“Captain. Captain, no! You’ll destroy everything! Again!” He cried, grabbing you by the waist. Struggling, you squirmed out of his way enough to throw some sand that his older self had left into his eyes. He cursed as he tried to see, and you reached once more to rip out the warp crystal. Instead, everything shuddered forwards, a tear in the universe opened, and Mark shouted, his voice full of panic.

“Captain!” He called, and you saw him start floating towards the open wormhole. You grabbed onto his hand with all your strength, and he clung to it, both hands holding onto you as you braced against the pull of the wormhole. He was pleading with you to not let him go, and you wondered what universes he’d been through. Which version of you had made him think that you would let him go into that wormhole by himself, that you would abandon him.

“Wait,” Mark said, as the wind was rushing and your arms were shaking with the force of holding him away from the wormhole. “Let me go.”

“Are you crazy?” you cried out, feeling one of his hands release you. Your grip tightened around his. “I’m not going to do that!”

“Captain, please. I can fix this,” he pleaded with you. “Look, I don’t know what you did, and maybe you didn’t mean to, but I have to stop you. I have to!”

“I haven’t done anything, you moron!” you yelled, still holding onto him. Still holding on to the man who had been through everything with you, the man who you would have spent a lifetime with. The man who you had spent infinite lifetimes with. “Going in there is an exercise of futility! It never works!”

“Please!” He begged, eyes pleading with you. “This is it! This is the end of everything. Everyone that ever existed is gonna get wiped out unless you let. Me. Go!” You shook your head stubbornly, looking away from him and his stupid grease-streaked face.

“Captain! Please. I have to keep trying. I have to!”

You didn’t deign him with a response, reaching for the warp crystal with all your might. You ignored Mark’s shouts telling you to stop, instead grabbing the cursed thing and flinging it into the wormhole with all the strength you could muster. For a brief second, nothing happened. You feared the worst, but then— the wormhole snapped shut, and Mark fell to his feet, your hand slipping out of his grasp.

And there was silence.

You sat there for a moment, breathing, trying to reconcile what had happened. Your hand that once held the warp crystal ached. All seemed calm until Mark spoke again, his voice seething with rage, so much rage.

“What have you done?” He whispered, voice like steel. “You destroyed us. You destroyed everything. This was our last chance to fix things, and it’s gone!” He was shouting by the end, fists clenched.

“You told me,” you spat back at him. “You told me not to let you go back.”

He ignored you, turning away to gesture angrily at the warp core. “I spent an eternity in hell rebuilding this stupid machine, and you threw it all away! I don’t know if you’re evil or just stupid, but if I’m not back there to fix it…”

His voice trailed off, giving you pause. Your mind raced, putting together the pieces. If Mark wasn’t there to fix it, then…

“If I’m not back then… the warp core is not back?” He leaned against one of the safety rails around the warp core. “I thought I rebuilt it because you destroyed it. Unless…I built the warp core?”

The pieces clicked, all at once, and you stepped towards him. “Mark,” you whispered, but he wasn’t listening.

“I sent it back? I built it. I built it. It was my fault.” He slowly slid down the pole, like his legs had given out and they could no longer support him. You swore under your breath as he went down, and quickly pulled off your gloves. With your hands exposed to the cold ship air, you cradled his cheek. He leaned into it, just a little.

Your thumb gently traced the streaks of oil and grease that lined his face, the signs of eons of work. The evidence of a desperate man, who had given his all to try and save the people he cared about. The proof of a man now broken.

“It’s okay, Mark,” you said. “You didn’t know, how could you have known?” He didn’t respond, just closed his eyes. You gave him a sad sort of smile. “Even during the apocalypse, you’ve still got grease on your face,” you whispered softly, thumb tracing over the lines once more before bringing your forehead to his. You stayed like that for a moment before he spoke again, pulling away from you, just a little.

“I’m—Captain, I’m tired. I don’t know when the last time I slept was. I don’t know if I’ve slept at all.” He paused, then looked at you. “Have you?”

You shook your head, and he leaned back, his head gently colliding with the bar behind him before looking back at you.

“I’m really sorry, Captain. I thought the only way to stop this was to… stop you, stop all of this from happening in the first place. But it was me. It was me. All those mistakes, all those lifetimes, all the people. I guess I lost hope.” He paused, took a breath, and then looked back into your eyes. His hand searched for yours, and he carefully laced his fingers into yours.

“But you didn’t.” He said. “You never did.”

“I could never lose hope in you,” you whispered, and he squeezed your hand a little tighter before the bright lights and the rush of heat hit you.

Then you were back in your cryopod. There were no alarms blaring, no forceful ejections. You were almost afraid to walk out, unsure of what you would find. Who knew what universe the warp crystal had decided that you belonged in?

The door slid open, and there he was. Mark, holding out a mug for you to take. “Good morning, Captain!” He said cheerfully, and you were hit by a sense of Deja Vu so strong that you felt a little dizzy.

“Mark?” You said, your voice hoarse. His cheerful countenance softened a little, and he gave you a softer smile.

“The one and only, Cap. Take your time getting all settled, it can be rough recovering from cryosleep. But while you enjoy your drink, let me just tell you that everything is going wonderfully. Zero complications in the cryosleep, except for maybe the fact that the Warp Core disappeared. No biggie though, we made it safe and sound, after all.” He herded you to the window, where you were interrupted by a few of your crew leads updating you on the status of various things onboard. Everything was running smoothly, thank goodness.

Finally, things seemed…right?

Once everyone had spoken to you and the room was empty, Mark gestured out of the window towards the planet below. Towards your new home. “She’s a beaut, isn’t she? We’re gonna explore the planet first to check things out, but then the first colonist group should be good to head down and start building.”

“Will you help them start a farm?” You asked quietly, turning to look at him. He paused, a small smile creeping across his face.

“Well, I have done a lot of farming simulations,” he laughed, before sobering. “Captain, can I just say thank you?”

“For what?” You asked, feeling like Mark, of all people, had no need to thank you.

“For getting us here. And for, uh, not giving up on me. Thanks.”

He took a deep sip of his coffee, but once he was done, you reached your hand out to him and tangled your fingers together. He looked surprised, then delighted. Gently, he pulled you closer to him, releasing your hand and putting his arm over your shoulders. You cuddled in close, then let out a relieved sigh of happiness and contentment. Mark looked at you, then leaned in and kissed your cheek. His whiskers scratched your face a little, but mostly you enjoyed it.

In the future, there would be real kisses. The two of you would finally start that farm, build that house. In the future, you would raise exclusively chickens—or, well, what passed for chickens on this planet. In the future, you would scold Mark for never protecting his hands. In the future, you’d carefully wipe off his grease marks and ask if he purposefully collected them just so you’d clean him up. (He totally did.) And in the future, you’d find that you always had smudges on your own face, no matter how much you fought it.

But that was in the future. After all, that forehead kiss was a promise for later. A promise for future talks and apologies, a promise to figure things out. And most of all, a promise to never give up hope.

And really, wasn’t that all you could ask for?

(When you saw Celci next, she asked if you’d been helping Mark with one of his projects because your forehead had grease on it. When you flushed with embarrassment as you realized what it was from, she got overly concerned and was willing to fight Mark over it. You ended up calming her down. Mark got a good laugh over the whole thing—after Celci stopped being mad on your behalf, that is.)

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cleake · 2 years

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The Crew Headcanons

Mark: -He's always around to help, he wants his Captian to be happy -He tries to keep an eye on you, checking if you're okay, asking if he can do anything for you, and making sure you don't have too much work to do -He wants to be as helpful to you as he can, if you call out for him, he'll show up next to you in a moment, with a coffee for you in his hand -He's a bit jealous of Celci, you trust her with more serious topics, and he doesn't get why, sure, he did overlook an error in the system before the ship took off, but that was only once! -He's always there for you when you need to vent, he understands that being a Captian is hard, and makes sure you know how helpful you are to everyone -Mark makes notes on what you like, what relaxes you, and what you need to feel better -If you need space he'll make sure that you get one, pushing everyone away, and telling them that the Captian wishes not to see anyone -"Excuse me, don't you see that the Captian needs a break? Their excellent and beautiful brain needs peaceful silence, and you are rudely interrupting it!" -He's delighted to help you, he likes it when you two work together, it makes him feel proud of both of you -He gives you a high five after you solve a big problem, with a proud smile -He brags about you to others behind your back, and sometimes it gets too obvious -"Did you see the Captian repair that system error today? How did they do that?! It was so cool and impressive! I didn't see anyone do something like that! Oh, do you remember when they saved us from crushing? God, how are they so good?" -He follows you when patrolling the ship, sometimes he repeats your orders to others, with a serious look just to look at you again with stars in his eyes -He has so much respect for you, he can't stop being amazed by you

Celci: -She's here to make the job done, and it has to be done correctly -You are the Captian and she's determent to make you satisfied -She has so much respect for you so in the beginning she won't be as close to you as Mark, but still is very loyal to you -After some time she'll be more comfortable with seeing you more as a friend and will try her best to make you happy -She's the one to go if you have a problem and no solution, she'll be happy that you came to her, and asked her for help, it makes her feel appreciated -Celci, like Mark, cares a lot for your well-being and tries her best to make you happy as a Captian and a friend -She and Mark fight a little bit for your attention and validation, they dare each other to give you coffee first or do more tasks than the other to make you proud -"Good morning Captian, the ship is in perfect condition, everything is going along the plan, all because of you." -She likes to help you with tasks, she doesn't want you to get too tired and likes when she can help you -You both talk a lot about the ship, and the things you need to do to make it even better -"Captian, don't you think that the ship has too many doors to open? When in a dangerous situation it takes a while to open the door, isn't it a bit unnecessary?" *insert Mark looking at Celci with an angry look, ready to start debate* -She thanks you a lot, and like Mark is amazed by you, but is more formal about it, and won't say it directly -But will in small conversations, and will push herself more to be open with her feelings towards you -"Captian, I wanted to thank you for all you do for us, it's a big thing to be a leader, and you are one of the best the crew can get, I am so thankful for you"

Gunther: -He's chill with you, says the things he thinks about you with no filter -He doesn't follow your every move like Mark, or Celci, and doesn't get formal, when he has a chance to tell you you're doing great he'll do it, no need to be shy -He does get impressed by you and tells you that, he wants you to go further, and don't stop believing in yourself -He's your professional "hype man" and is happy to make you feel better with his direct and honest words -He is willing to help you at any moment, maybe when he's tired or thinks this is not a big deal will hesitate and try to get out of this situation, but if you insist for him to make it, he'll make it perfectly -He likes to tease you and joke with you, bringing your well-being up, and feels good when you get happier because of him -He won't say it, but he is a bit jealous of Mark and his position, but he knows that with his coolness he doesn't have to worry about you forgetting about him -He appreciates how you bring everyone together and don't leave anyone out, making everyone feel like a team, not a lot of Captians can do it -He casually will bring you coffee, or use the moment when Mark and Celci are arguing, and he can spend some time with you *insert Celci and Mark looking at Gunther, not knowing how he got here* -He makes sure you are safe, if there's any kind of danger he'll give you one of his guns, or just stand in front of you ready to protect you with his life -While a heated moment, when people are nervous, angry, or arguing with each other, Gunther will make sure no one hurts you or will distract you by making a joke and talking with you -He doesn't look vulnerable, but with you, he feels comfortable opening up and talking about his feelings, something he doesn't do a lot, and you can do the same, he listens to you talk about things that anger you, and tries to fix them -He's happy to make you proud, and feels good when you compliment him, he thought he doesn't care about praise, but now he knows he does, a lot, deep inside

Burt: -He often feels left out and ignored, but you make him feel noticed and cared about -He likes to talk with others, but doesn't get the chance to, everyone seems to be bored by his words, but not you, you listen to him and remember the things he says, and he appreciates it so much, you don't even know -He doesn't get many chances to talk to you, his job is very time taking, but when you talk together, he feels like he can tell you anything and you'll understand, and not judge him -He is a bit shy while doing things for you, everyone around seems crazy about you, and a lot of the things they do for you to him seem more important or worth the praise, while his doesn't, but you make him feel otherwise, by noticing him, and telling him how helpful he is to everyone -Burt sees you as a very good person, and looks up to you very much, you are his model of good, and the best Captian he could ask for -He feels like he's the weakest in the crew, everyone seems to be so strong, smart, or energetic, while he was slow, more laid back, he thought it was a bad thing for a long time, but you made him believe it was important, and a good thing -He, because of you, feels more together with the crew, you acknowledge his ideas, his suggestions, and his presence -He does give you coffee when he can, shows you the errors in the ship, and gives his propositions for solutions -He leaves you notes in the cockpit because he doesn't have much time to spend with you, on them are mostly good mornings, or some things he noticed on the ship, he wanted to warn you about -He can vent to you about how everyone leaves him, or not even notice him, and you by listening make him feel seen -He helps you as much as he can, his job is very important, and it has to be done right, and Burt always succeeds to make you feel proud -He's happy that he has such a caring Captian that finally makes him feel important

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writtengalaxies · 2 years

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Apple Picking With Your Crew

Characters: Head Engineer, GN! Reader, Burt, Celci, Gunther

Word Count: 885

Spicy Rating: None. Just my hot takes about apples.

While some cultivars were brought from Earth, it was still several years too early for them to bear enough fruit to make what you, in your personal opinion, considered a proper apple orchard. However, the upside was that the planet had its own native fruit that had its own range of cultivars. As Captain, you didn't have any real authority about fruit uses, but as a civilian, you had opinions. And those opinions stretched to apples, and your childhood and years before the academy going to one of many apple orchards every fall. As it was, you only sampled some of these raw, and would need to seek out the perfect ones for baking to see if you could substitute some.

"Can't we just get...whatever? Does it have to be a specific taste?"

You turned, quirking an eyebrow at the gaggle of crew leads behind you. Burt wanted to come along to try and write poetry about the nature around you all. Gunther, for some reason, declared that you needed a security escort "in case things got spicy", whatever that meant. Celci wanted your honest opinions about the world around you, trusting the Captain's word above all.

At least, that's what they had said.

You know the real reason is to spy on you and Mark's date. Of course, you hadn't told them that's what it was, but after discussing it with him, you both agreed that it was better to have them obviously there than obviously spying.

"Yes," you said slowly, treating this as an opportunity for everyone. "You can't just take any apple and bake with it. Sweeter apples tend to be too soft, and go mushy. Tart ones hold up their form better, but too tart and you get sourness. The loose rule of thumb is that sweet apples are better for cider, tart are better for eating raw, and the ones that are somewhere in the middle are perfect baking. Little less sugar or honey, but still a firm shape that bakes evenly..."

"You...have some serious opinions on that, Cap'n." Gunther pushed his shades up, rolling the end of his cigar between his teeth.

"Of course they do! The Captain is pretty serious about a lot of things." Celci crossed her arms. It was still odd, getting used seeing her without the over-padded coveralls to keep her warm.

Burt nodded, offering some soft line of poetry from the back that you couldn't quite hear, but based on the sheer confusion on Gunther and Celci's faces, it might have been for the better. Mark just sighed, trying to carry the conversation on at your side.

"We don't have the same ones as back on Earth but...based on those, what's your opinion on the best for pie?"

"Well," you drag out the word, letting the other three either pay attention or keep whispering frantically to each other. "Personally? A Jonagold. Kind of close to that perfect balance of just right, brings out all the right things in a solid pie. Of course, your crust and proper spice ratios makes a huge difference too. A lot of people swear by Macintosh because they're pretty easy to get during the fall, but...eh, I don't really find a lot of flavor in them. A Macoun isn't bad either, that's my secondary if I can't get the other."

"What about eating?"

"Honeycrisp, hands down."

"Ain't that a cereal?" Gunther interrupted, flipping his sunglasses back down as he squinted at the local plants around you.

"I...didn't know there were that many kinds of apple," your head engineer admitted softly. He didn't like admitting he didn't know something, especially next to Celci. She, of course, scoffed, apologizing softly at your glance.

"There's close to 7,500 known variations," she continued, trying to not sound too smug, just as Mark was trying to keep the scowl off his face. "I not only took care of all the colonists, but the seed banks in cold storage, to make sure we could test for viable solutions, so I did my research."

"I've only had maybe a two dozen I've tried myself, but..." You trailed off, letting them all focus on you as you picked your way towards the copse of trees you had scouted out alone weeks ago. The fruits looked heavy, the red deeping so much it looked purple in all the places it wasn't a bright yellow-green. Perfect. "I grew up with access to a lot of apples. My adoptive grandparents...friends of my mom's, but they were just as loving even if I wasn't blood related. One of their kids grew cider apples, and they were the best. Big ones, too. 48 to a case, which is huge for apples. I remember my parents struggling to old one in one hand. Before I hit my first real big growth spurt, I remember needing both hands to eat one...super sweet too, like biting into it was just drinking cider."

You carry on, reminiscing about parts of your childhood, of your favorite orchards, and baked goods between teaching them all the right way to pick an apple and how to tell when they're ready. Thankfully you had already made sure that was the same.

By the time the four of you had picked enough apples for several pies, you found yourself promising to do this again next year. Your favorite tradition with a crew like this? Nothing could ever go wrong.

#my writing #space sweetheart #captaineer #the captain #iswm captain #gn!reader #iswm head engineer #head engineer mark #head engineer x gn!reader #head engineer x captain #iswm celci #celci f kelvina #iswm burt #iswm gunther #iswm #in space with markiplier #markiplier egos #engineer mark

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cass-rambles · 2 years

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do you think gunther, mack and mark would have fights over their beloved cap'n.

Yes. JXSNFIFN ANON THAT AIN'T A QUESTION, IT'S A STATEMENT! /lh /nm

✿ You just have full on bickering 24/7

✿ Oh? What's that? Mark isn't here? Well don't mind if I take his place for a sec then. - probably Mack

✿ Captain I just fought a whole army of aliens for you! - Gunther probably just stained with blood from head to toe, coming back from fuck knows where

✿ CAPTAINN- Celci thinks she's better than me, can you tell her I'm your favorite crew member?- whiny Mark

#markiplier #in space with markiplier #iswm mack #iswm mark #iswm y/n #iswm captain #iswm gunther #iswm gunther x reader #iswm mack x captain #iswm mack x reader #iswm mark x captain #iswm mark x reader #iswm #i am mentally not okay #i blame this on my adhd

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callmegkiddo · 2 years

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in my personal horror and need for teeth

a halloweeny request

Ghost reader [ISWM] x Engineer

mostly Crack HC’s? Because imagine if Captain’s (reader) has been dead for awhile and Engineer JUST found out.

heh I’m so clever

You'll keep your teeth and knees if you request more~

Type of fic: angsssstttt

It was a normal day? Night? whatever time zone it is in space here in the Invisible II. The colonists were asleep in their cryo-pods, crewmates were going around doing their duties or eating in the cafeteria. All was normal, well, aside from main brig.

Inside the main control room was the Captain and their trusty head engineer Mark. Both were discussing some upgrades for the Invisible II, with the Captain reviewing Mark’s ideas (shooing away any ideas for any more windows).

As they talked, a beep from the control panel was heard. “Body found in Captain’s cyro-pod” was the computer’s report. This confused Mark immensely while the Captain sweatdropped.

“Initiating wakey-wakey protocol” and just like that, the cryo-pod opened and out came the Captain’s body. It flew out of the cryo-pod and landed straight onto the floor next to the control panel.

Mark screamed as he backed away, a look of shock and pure dread written across his face. “C-Captain...?” he asked shakily, he hesitantly looks at the Captain next to him, who’s staring at the body with disgust. The way it was all still intact, none of the flesh rotting due to how well preserved it was from the cryo-pod.

“C-Captain..??” Mark backed away from the now transparent Captain. He leans into the hubs wall, sliding down as he stared at his Captain’s apparition.

The Captain sighed sadly and walked (glided?) over to their precious engineer. reaching out for their cold and ghostly hand to hover over his cheek. “I’m so sorry, puppy...” tears flowed out of their eyes as the computer called for the rest of the Invisible II’s leaders. Their heavy and quick footsteps hastily approaching the sliding doors of the hub.

The Captain leaned forward to kiss Mark’s forehead gently. Mark started to sob, “No.... Please don’t tell me it’s from the...?” he choked out, trying to keep it together. But the Captain only smiled sadly, holding up their damaged glove to show a bleeding spot in the middle of their palm. The warp crystal.... It had dissipated and fused with them, poisoning them from it’s alienish chemicals.

Mark covered his mouth and squeezed his eyes. It was painful to see, it was painful to even think about it....

He sobs into his hands and curled into himself. All he could feel was the weight of guilt and his Captain’s arms wrapping around him, rubbing his back. But it disappeared as soon as the doors opened. And Celci came running in, with Gunther and Burt following suit. Their faces dropping in horror as they see their Captain’s sickening corpse, frost on their skin and frozen blood around their palm. With Mark off to the side sobbing his heart out, clutching onto the medal the Captain had given him long before those loops happened...

#ISWM x reader #ISWM Captain #ISWM Mark #iswm engineer mark #engineer mark x reader #head engineer mark #ISWM Engineer Mark x Captain reader #x reader #Markiplier Egos #in space with markiplier #Markiplier #ISWM Celci #ISWM Gunther #ISWM Burt #romantic

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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first ever request so I'm not sure if I'm being specific enough but

could I request something with the main iswm crew and maybe Mack finding out that the planet the colonists are being transported to is actually alien!readers home planet? (with reader's kind welcoming the colonists and crew with open arms) ((if that's too many characters, you can just pick which ones you want to do))

Slerapy anon

Mark

At first he’s stunned that you were an alien this whole time. You did a very good job masquerading as a human.

But does it change his opinion of you as a captain and friend who never gave up on him? Absolutely not.

He’s so excited to meet the rest of your species! And eager for the colonists to rest on the shores of your home planet.

Prior to disembarking you sent a simple request to your people: Never, under any circumstances, are they allowed to call the human named “Mark Iplier” ugly. That word was banned.

You've heard that one too many times from other rude aliens, and your species isn't gonna make the same mistake. No sir.

When Mark finds out about the extra step you took to make him feel more welcomed, he smiles.

And he beams with such pride as one of your planet’s leaders gives him a medal..and then you a medal..and then him a medal..and then you a medal..and that one female crew member a medal.

There’s no one he adored more than you, his alien captain.

Mack (Head Engineer)

On the other hand..

"I KNEW it!! You were an alien all along!!”

Of course, why wouldn’t you know how to reroute power or other troubleshooting measures on your own ship? ‘Only an alien disguised as a human captain wouldn’t!’ He thinks. That’s why he insisted on taking over and treated you so harshly when you refused. He was paranoid.

Now that the truth’s fully out, he plots a revolt against you for “espionage”.

Yet...nobody takes his side. They don’t really care and are just happy to reach their destination in one piece.

You lowkey get offended when Mack assumes you wanna enslave the colonists, so you explain that your people were hosting a festival to celebrate their arrival--and that the two species have been communicating long before this trip. It’s why you orchestrated this trip at all.

When he finally meets them, he remains hostile but soon sees how genuinely kind they are and realizes how wrong he was.

Then he stumbles into your cabin in tears, begging for forgiveness.

Celci

Ngl she was a bit surprised.

She thought the planet you chose was uninhabited and simply had all the suitable conditions for human life.

But the scouting crew discovered an alien civilization and that’s when you reveal your true form to her, smiling as you explain it’s your home and all of them are welcomed.

“We’re a kind species, CC. We’ve been in contact with humanity for a while about establishing a society together. I just..didn’t wanna scare you guys so I stayed quiet.”

Although a bit miffed you kept this hidden she forgives you, still proud to call you her Captain.

“You kept them all safe, and that’s what matters. I’m eager to meet your friends and family, Cap.”

Gunther

“Aliens??? Hm.....do they have high-tech explosive weaponry we can trade?”

Barely bats an eye at the big reveal that his captain’s an alien.

You find it suspicious, especially when you remember the timeline he betrayed you for that exact reason.

When you catch him alone you ask him what he genuinely thinks of you.

“I was shocked, yeah but..shit, you led us well, Captain. Probably better than any other human could’ve. As long as your kind doesn’t try to uh..probe us, it’s all good.”

Burt

You’re a bit nervous about what he’ll think, but he just smiles lightly and reiterates his little poem (from the end of part 2).

“Alien or human or..anywhere in between, you are still a child of the universe. So beautiful to behold. I look forward to the exchanging of our cultures with your species.”

And he just walks away and resumes his duties.

What a guy.

Wug (bc I love him he deserves a spot here)

"You??? Alien???? Alien like Wug????? :DD"

He's so happy when you’re comfortable enough to reveal your true form to him.

But at the same time feels bad for assuming you were human when you first met him.

You let him come onto your transport as you arrive on the planet's surface, showing him around.

"WOAH!!!! Wug find planet pretty..but not as pretty/handsome as [y/n]!”

He’ll use his translator to talk with your species, and after seeing how benevolent they are he might coordinate a meeting with other Wugs.

#clanask #slerapy anon #iswm x reader #iswm 2 x reader #in space with markiplier x reader #iswm mark #space mark #iswm mack #iswm celci #iswm burt #iswm gunther #iswm wug #headcanons #alien reader

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discountfanfics · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request the iswm crew + Mack and head engineer Mack reacting to their Captain saving them by sacrificing themselves? angst/fluff

Please and thank you!

thank you for the prompt!

please let me know if this is how you wanted it (the wording confused me a little, but i assume you mean iswm crew + crewmate!mack + HE!mack, so that's what i'm doin' :])

tw; death, explosives

celci;

she was always a bit ,, cold to others (pun intended)

not necessarily rude, but not too compassionate

however, when the captain, someone she formed a mutual sense of respect for, sacrificed themself for the rest of the ship, she was hurt a little

of course, she spewed her usual 'they did it for the good of the colonists' speel, but you could now hear a bit of remorse and regret in that choice of words.

in the end, she learned to accept the fact, and eventually gained even more respect for you, though you were long gone

burt;

a man of both few and many words

this is the one time he meant 'pop er in reverse' 100% seriously

of course, as we all know (it's literally just a hc of mine), burt writes poetry

he stopped for a few months, but as time went on, he slowly began writing again

at first it was really sad, but slowly began writing about the brave captain who put the lives of many before their own

gunther;

lemme tell you, this man was so tempted to blow up the ship

not in the bad dying way, but in the 'if j set off all of these explosives at once, maybe, just maybe, it'll give us a boost to search space'

he never truly believed that the captain was gone

he always had hope that he'd find them again, he almost knew it

they never did, though

every year on your birthday/sacrifice day, he sets off rockets into space as a form of fireworks

all in all, your sacrifice gave gunther more determination and motivation to keep ADS up and running

crew!mack;

he didn't take it very well.

at all.

before you could even do anything, he grabbed your arm and tried to stop you

he couldn't though

he still blames himself

mack refused to let anyone use your mug ever, but he makes a fresh cup of coffee for you each morning, and washes your mug each night

he waters the plants in life support and talks to them about you

he always misses his captain, that's something everyone knows

for a bit, he can continuously catch himself saying things like 'let's ask the captain' or 'i bet the captain knows'

not much ever got better for him

eventually, they arrive on the planet, and he demands that a statue of you gets put up

much like gunther, every year on your birthday/sacrifice day, he puts your favourite flower on your grave

he also talks to the statue

it's a known thing not to bother him when he does, and everyone sticks to that

mark;

this man just lost his partner in crime

it should've been him

it could've been him

he just needs to go through the wormhole just a few more times

right? then he'll find you!

except... he doesn't

he never does

he goes crazy, and eventually dies a sad death

however, the wormhole is still there

he's back again

for some reason, though, every time he comes back, it's after you're gone

after a few more timelines, mark finally accepts that you're gone

he goes on to teach the children of the colony about 'the brave, powerful, and selfless captain'

you become an old tale, no one ever remembering if you were real or not

no one besides mark

engineer!mack;

before you sacrifice yourself, when he thinks you won't, he's still very sarcastic

'do it, then. maybe the ship will have a GOOD captain for once >:['

once he realises that you're serious, he takes a double take

he laughs a bit

but then you're gone.

he wastes no time in taking on captain duties

everyone thinks it's because he's happy to be captain, when it couldn't be more wrong

he's so upset that you're gone that he NEEDS something to distract himself

he can't let hid people see him weak

once he becomes a 'dictator', he has a private garden made. once that has your favourite flowers.

he spends his free time there, no one, by law, is allowed to bother him there

no one knows why he has that garden, but some swear that they can hear muffles cries as they walk past sometimes

that's right, that's his safe place to think about everything

though it's mostly 'things would be so much easier if the captain were here'

#head engineer mark x reader #celci x reader #burt x reader #gunther b gunnerson x reader #crew mack x reader #head engineer mack x reader

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mywidelyopeneyes · 11 months

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Mark X Gunther Hcs

The amount of mark x gunther is shameful, so heres some more.

Gunther is secretly head over heels for Mark. He admires his confidence, sense of humor, and his willingness to face any obstacle head-on. He's always trying to impress him, whether that's through his engineering skills or his cooking prowess. He might be too prideful to admit it, but he's got a big ol' crush on Mark.

Mark and Gunther's relationship has its ups and downs. They might get along great one day, and then argue like cats and dogs the next. But at the end of the day, they both know that they've got each other's back. They're like brothers, always fighting and teasing, but always there for each other when it really matters.

Mark and Gunther love to nerd out together. They both love video games and geek culture, and they're always trading tips and recommendations. They also love to geek out about science and space, and they can spend hours talking about the latest discoveries and innovations in the field.

Mark has a soft spot for Gunther. Despite his tough guy exterior, Gunther is actually very sensitive, and he doesn't always know how to express his feelings. Mark's always there to offer a listening ear and a sympathetic shoulder, and he's always quick to defend Gunther when he's being bullied or made fun of. He's the kind of guy who knows how to bring out Gunther's softer side, and he's always there to offer a glimmer of hope and optimism when Gunther's feeling down.

Mark and Gunther love to cook together. They're always trying out new recipes and experimenting with new flavors. They're both creative and experimental, and they love to challenge themselves with new dishes and ingredients. They might sometimes disagree on the best way to make something, but they always agree that food is meant to be enjoyed, and that sharing a meal with good company is one of life's greatest pleasures.

Mark and Gunther's relationship is full of banter and teasing. They're always cracking jokes and making fun of each other, but they always know how to keep things light and never let it get too serious. They're the kind of guys who can goof around and still get the job done when it really matters.

Mark and Gunther love to watch movies and TV shows together. They both love sci-fi and horror, and they're always recommending new shows and movies to each other. They also love to debate their favorite characters and plot points, and they're always up for a good fandom discussion.

Mark and Gunther are both tough as nails. They can both take anything life throws at them and keep on going, and they're both willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. But they also both have a softer side, and they're both willing to let down their guard and be vulnerable with each other. They're both the kind of guys who know how to balance strength with tenderness, and who can be tough without being cold or emotionless.

Mark and Gunther are both totally dorky. They're always making silly jokes and references, and they're both always up for a good pun or a bad pun. But they're also both total sci-fi and horror fans, and they're always excited to dive into a new fandom or discuss their latest theories.

#markiplier #engineer mark #markiplier egos #In Space With Markiplier #gunther b gunnerson #iswm gunther x reader #gunther #gunther x mark

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insane4fandoms · 2 years

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Not Your Captain | Iswm x reader Pt. 1

Summary: Captain’s old crew decides to pay a visit. Needless to say, both crews hate each other, something bad is brewing, and Captain is none the wiser.

Length: 1,898 words

Warning: Jealousy, Mack being Mack, Old crew being bastards,

A/N: this was supposed to be a one shot, but then it grew into something more, so prepare for a part 2!

Here’s something for you to read, @crazy-obsessed-enby

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Today was a regular day like none other. Nothing important, nothing interesting, just a boring day in the Invincible II. Well, that was at least the computer requested you on the main controls.

“Anything going wrong? What happened?” You instantly asked the two Head Engineers, who both turned to face you. One excited to see you, and one who was annoyed.

“Captain, since you’re blind to see anything on the detector- as usual-, there’s a ship coming close to our location,” Mack simply said as you walked inside the main controls.

“Stop being mean to the Captain, Mack! Or so help me I’ll-!” Mark threatened his co-head engineer.

“Mark, it’s okay,” You gave a reassuring smile to Mark, who reluctantly nodded, but the two head engineers still glared at each other.

“Thank you Mack, it looks like they’re sending us a signal,” You mumbled while tapping on the screen.

“We haven’t seen any ships in a while, nevertheless ones from the same mothership. Do they need assistance?” Celci pondered, crossing her arms.

“Only one way to find out. Computer!” You called out.

“Yes Captain?” The computer Ai responded back.

“Check the current signal, see what they want,” You looked out the window, trying to squint your eyes to see the name of the ship.

“Right away Captain,” The computer paused for a second before showing a message on the screen.

“It has been so long, my dear gumdrop. I hope you don’t mind if I visit your ship.

Signed: Captain Wilford, from The Everloving,”

The crew was confused, looking at each other and trying to think who this person was. You, on the other hand, were looking at the message with wide eyes, standing still in awe.

“No way…” You mumbled out, a small smile growing on your face.

“The Everloving? What a dumb name for a ship,” Mark scoffed, crossing his arms at the second ship, that was now stopping next to the entrance zone.

“Looks like we’re getting company,” Gunther raised an eyebrow, tucking one of his guns in his holster.

“Captain, do you know who it is?” Burt sniffed, looking at you. Mack noticed your excitement, which made him wonder if ‘gumdrop’ was you. If that was the case, why does that nickname run him the wrong way?

Before he could do any more analysis, the whole ship beeped and you instantly ran down the halls, avoiding the crew members. They looked at each other and followed close behind, peeking over to see you anxiously waiting at the main entrance, walking back and forth.

The doors event opened, and it made you stand tall, saluting the moment you saw your mentor, your best friend, and your Captain. He slowly walked inside the ship, looking around the entrance before looking back at you.

“Captain Wilford, it’s an honor to meet you once more,” You saluted your old Captain, trying to be as professional as possible. That was until Wil engulfed you into a bear hug, squeezing you very tightly.

“Come on, my little gumdrop. I always say to call me Wil! And once again, you’ve been avoiding me!” He giggled loudly, which made you smile too.

While you both had your moment, your crew were in absolute shock. Who was this person? Why was he so affectionate towards you? And why was his mustache pink?

“Captain? May I be polite and ask, who is this?” Celine finally spoke up, which made you turn your head.

“Crew, this is Captain Wilford. One of the best captains out there. I want to follow in his footprints,” You beamed at them, still in the arms of your former captain.

“And that you did!” Wil laughed in a childish manner, to which Celine winced at.

“They used to be part of my crew, they started out as my little rookie,” Wil explained, as if you were the most amazing thing that could ever live.

“And now, they’re a captain themselves. I’m so proud of you, dearest sugarplum!” He sniffed and rubbed his face against your shoulder.

‘He’s so… clingy,’ Normally, Mark would be losing his mind meeting his Captain’s old mentor. However, there was something… off about Wil, something Mark didn’t like. Burt and Celci looked at each other, not really sure what to make out of Wil.

“So, how long do you plan on staying?” Gunther suddenly said, lowering his sunglasses to judge the visitor.

“Slow down there buddy, we just got here. Let me catch up with my dear little gumdrop,” Wil gave a giggle, wrapping his arm around you.

“I’m that case, let me introduce you to my crew!” You smiled, motioning to Celci.

“This is Celcionna F. Kelvina, or Celci, our Cyro Lea-” Before you could probably introduce your crew, Wil gave a loud and almost maniac laugh.

It made everyone shiver.

“I don’t need to remember your crew, there’s too many people anyways!” Wil nonchalantly said, looking at your crew up and down, but you just nodded, giving your crew a sympathetic look.

“Why don’t you show me around your ship? I’m dying to know how you manage to handle such a… fine ship!” Wil motioned and pushed you away from the others.

“I’ll get back to you all! You’ll be fine without me for an hour or so!” You called out to your crew, and turned to walk with Wil. There was silence for a moment, with the five crew members standing there.

“I hate him,” Mark finally said to the others, who nodded in agreement.

“For once, I’m agreeing with you. I didn’t like the way he was treating them the moment they met,” Celci muttered.

“He is quite an interesting fellow, dropping out of nowhere just to say hello,” Burt told them, slinging his giant wrench over his shoulder. Nice words may have been spoken, but Burt also didn't trust Wil either.

“Sounds to me he’s someone I should shoot,” Gunther cocked his gun, but Celci quickly lowered his weapon.

“Come on you guys, let the Captain spend time with their own Captain. Our job is to worry about the ship, not Captain’s personal relations,” Mack scoffed.

“Mack, I know that look on your face, you don’t like him either! Don’t pretend to not care!” Mark argued to the co-head engineer.

“I’m not pretending!” Mack growled, and quickly calmed himself.

“Who Captain Wilford is to our Captain is none of our business. Just drop it, because he’ll leave soon. So just steer clear from them and he’ll be gone,” He simply said and walked away. Why should he care about who Wil is to Captain? He doesn’t care at all! Hi, being here is one way for you to be distracted so he could be in charge, so it should be a win-win!

Right?

Apparently Mack was wrong. No matter where the crew goes, Wil is somehow always in the same place, with you talking to him like he’s god or something. Whenever Wil makes eye contact with the person, he’ll always make sure to pet your head, which makes you flustered and laugh like he made the funniest joke ever.

It drove everyone insane, Celci would fake gag, Burt would look away, Gunther would glare back while cleaning his gun, Mark would be childish and stomp his foot, and Mack? Well, he didn’t have an encounter with Wil until later that day, where it was just him and the older Captain.

“Sugarplum, would you be a dear and fetch me something to drink? You know how I like it,” Wil said, arms still wrapped around you, in which you gently took them off and saluted at him, with that smile still on your face.

“Right away captain,” You responded, and turned to leave.

Mack watched from his peripheral vision, the way Wil gives you affection. He knows he shouldn’t be jealous, because he shouldn’t care for you at all!

“I love them, they haven’t changed at all,” Mack jumped slightly at the sudden manic voice next to him.

Wil was looking over Mack, almost as if he was a shadow. Mack chose to ignore him, but Wil continued to talk.

“When they first got sent on my ship, I knew the moment I saw the, they would be a perfect addition to my crew,” Wil confessed, sighing with content. Mack hummed, continuing to press on screens at the main computer.

“Always eager to please, always obedient, and always ready to do anything for their Captain. Sounds like that co-head engineer of yours… Uh, what’s his face? Mark, was it?” Wil mocked a confused look, with that dumb big grin, Mack thought.

“Frankly, I thought they would've died the first day! But now here we are, seeing them becoming the one thing they always wanted to be,” Wil giggled and sighed.

“All is well on this ship! However…” The aura in the room somehow and immediately lowered, where Wil cleared his throat and leaned forward to look at Mack.

“I want to know how you feel about my sugarplum,” He happily asked Mack, practically bouncing on his heels. Mack slightly looked up to face Wil, not sure if he was tricking him so he could snitch to the Captain about how Mack really feels about them. Wil must have noticed his hesitation, so he just giggled.

“I just need an opinion about them from their very own Head Engineer. Well, one of them,” Wil placed both hands on either side of his face, tilting it a little and smiled at Mack, who took a step back. Should he answer to this Captain? He didn’t really… feel real.

“Captain is competent… on certain levels,” Mack slowly said, looking back at the screens.

“Why don’t you tell me more? Sounds to me that they aren’t… Captain material,” Wil grinned widely. That made the head engineer pause.

That doesn’t sound like a supportive Captain, even though he’s been praising you since he got on board, and you always looked happy when he complimented you.

“Well?” Wil insisted, which caused Mack to snap out of his thoughts.

“Sure, they can mess up from time to time, and irrationally do dangerous things without hesitation, but they’re still a good Captain,” Mack mumbled out, giving a side eye to Wil.

“Do they clean their mistakes? Or do they hold anyone else responsible?” Wil raised an eyebrow while smiling.

“We fix each other’s messes. That’s our job as a crew,” Mack manages to say, subconsciously gulping.

“Sounds to me that you’re the one cleaning up their messes,” Wil chuckled, which made Mack shiver from the cold tone the older Captain took.

“Always the one picking up the part your oh-so-Captain drops,” Wil walked behind Mack, dragging his finger against the railing.

“And making sure the ship won’t explode. Sounds to me you’re the real Captain around here,” He leaned against the railing and gave a giggle that could creep anyone out.

“Well… not necessarily, but-”

“Well then, you don’t have to worry about them anymore,” Wil placed a hand on Mack’s shoulder, who instinctively took a step away from him. What he said didn’t register to Mack until he looked back at the older Captain.

“What do you mean?” He hesitantly asked, in which Wil gave him a big grin, one that didn’t sit right with Mack at all.

“We’re planning to transfer your captain back to our ship,”

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