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The ego's giving you their sweaters
Includes: Actor Mark, Darkiplier, Yancy, Illinois, Space Mark, Damien, Heist Mark, Date Mark, Wilford
Actor Mark:
He forced you to wear one of his sweaters. He would hide yours just so he could give you one of his.
He is a jealous prick so he definitely likes you wearing his stuff so people know you are his.
I feel like his would be the most comfortable cause he would spend all his money just to make sure he could give you the best.
Tbh his would smell like makeup wipes and strong expensive calone cause he would pour that shit on there.
Overall 9/10 cause at least the smell would last long 🤷♀️
Darkiplier:
Tbh he probably doesn't have very many hoodies.
The only one he owns is probably a plain black one that's kinda worn down.
But like say one day you're cold and complaining about it and he just throws it at you and is like "stfu"
Warm on the inside, soft fabric on the outside 👌👌
I think its an overall 10/10 cause idk its just perfect.
Yancy:
I think he probably only have 1 hoodie cause he is in prison but he also like owns the place... so he could probably get more if he needed too.
But like he has one that is his og one. I think its like black and has some cool design on it that's kinda worn down cause he's had it so long.
It smells exactly like him and he likes to wear it for comfort. But he would easily give it to you.
One day your complaining that it's cold, next minute his giving you the sweater.
Its super comfy and also smells exactly like him so def 10/10
Illinois:
Man has one sweater and it is almost disgusting.
You saw him wear it once on a colder night. It was covered in stains, small holes everywhere and stitches. It doesn't smell bad and it felt soft when you touched it.
One night you and him are under the stars and you are freezing. to the point your shaking. He sees you by the fire all wrapped up in a blanket and he takes off the hoodie and gives it to you.
Claims that he's a big boy and doesn't need a sweater to keep him warm
Five minutes later hes clinging to you wrapped up under a blanket and as close to the fire you can be without burning.
8/10 cause the stains.
Space Mark:
Tbh if he saw you in his hoodie he would probably faint.
Its not so much a hoodie it's more like a jacket. Like yk those sports team type jackets, if you dont google it and i'll make sense.
Anyways its amazing, kinda fuzzy on the inside and it has like patches on it of things he likes. Stars, planets, chica, etc.
He doesn't wear it often cause he is usually in his space uniform.
But one night you and him are enjoying a nice sunset together (after the events of iswm) and he notices you shiver.
So he runs back to his room and comes back with two cups of coffee and his jacket.
It smells like him, has coffee and some grease stains on it. Very comfy and a little big.
10/10 love it.
Damien:
This is before wkm obv
He has like an entire closet section just for sweaters and hoodies
one day you're spending the evening at his place. during dinner Damien was his usual clumsy self (he def was) and spilled something on you. You ask to use his shower and had forgotten to pack an extra set of clothes.
So he offers you some of his. He gives you a hoodie and sweatpants that match and let me tell you. That is some of the comfyist shit you're ever gonna wear
I just feel like he is the master of comfort and just always has the comfyist clothes.
10/10 for my boy dames
Heist Mark:
Im like imagining the most detailed scene rn
Like yk when you choose the car in the heist and you fall asleep and he makes you breakfast?
that but the night before when you're falling asleep you get cold and he gives you his sweater and you're like "where tf did you get this?" but put it on anyway.
its honestly pretty comfy and keeps you pretty warm. He also secretly loves seeing you in his hoodie (remember this is right before he asked you on the date ;)
9/10 prob a basic ass hoodie but comfy and warm, serves its purpose.
Date Mark:
Another very detailed scene
we aren't gonna be basic and have it be during the movie no no, it's gonna be during the vanilla ice cream ending.
You and him are eating ice cream together and it makes you cold. So what else would a gentleman like him do than give you the jacket he was wearing.
tbh not super comfy, its part of a suit :/
so like... 6/10? it was nice of him but not comfy or warm so...
Wilford:
Come on guys yk i wouldnt forget about my little willy would you?
Tbh he has the best hoodies 1000%
He rocks the pink and all of his hoodies are pink and they look amazing!!
Also they def smell like cotton candy or some other sweet.
(they might also have a few blood stains but who cares)
anyways.... imagine you and him go out to a party or something.
some dumb guy spills a drink on your and wilford just like pulls out a hoodie randomly and like takes you to the bathroom to put it on
side note no one ever hears from that guy again but like...... thats totally unrelated...
but its comfy, smells good, looks good, 100000/10 fr fr
wilford is simply the best
I hope you enjoyed this and im def down to write more things like this if anyone has any ideas!! my request are always open
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Head Engineer Mark x Reader headcanons.
He’s very much a puppy and follows you around to the point that the rest of the crew knows that to find Mark they have to find you first or vice-versa.
Like every puppy he’s also affectionate and a lot, of course he’s the king of denying it because him? loving his captain? That’s unprofessional and no he totally doesn’t have feelings what is everyone talking about?
He’s definitely the type to give you compliments when you do a good job and try to help you every way he can, he also likes hugs but he’s not too big on the others finding that out, especially not Celci. Unfortunately for him everyone knows he absolutely loves you and has been teased about it.
Mark is insecure, he doubts his own abilities a lot no matter how much he brags about them, it doesn’t help that some members of the crew constantly call him stupid or idiot and while he sure has his moments where you doubt him you know in the long run that he’s smart and trustworthy. Of course, Mark needs a confirmation outloud of a job well done constantly, so whenever you tell him that he becomes super happy and will never fail to say “thank you, captain!” excitedly. He may also hug you tightly if no one is around.
He’s the biggest PDA giver ever. Hugs? Kisses? Ruffling your hair? Hand-holding? Yeah all those and more. Mark can never get enough of you and he’ll always make an excuse to be able to hold you. In public, at most he will hold your hand or pat your shoulder.
If he had to say which part of you he loves the most,it would most definitely be your eyes. To him they are the most important part of someone since they’re the windows to the soul and yadda yadda yadda. But really he will get lost looking at how beautiful they are, he’d say it’s like looking at space which is something he loves maybe as much as he loves you.
One of Mark’s favouite activities to do is looking at space through the not-so-safe-glass-window he put on the deck along with you. He might have a cup of coffee on hand and be lost in thoughts after a while or enjoy to have a deep conversation with you or just talk about random stuff, maybe some memories you two share, maybe how the crew is doing... he just loves to hear you and be surrounded by the two things he loves the most. Similarly you love to hear him go on and on on about how much he loves space, and could catch him singing too. You did once tell him he had a nice singing voice and he was a babbling mess after that.
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confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping prompt pls omgggg
cheezy homie i always see u in my notifs and of COURSE i had to go all out on this !!!! sorry if it's late jfsdkljfsdkj jet lag got me conked out as soon as i landed but here it be! (unbeta'd tho 🥲 also trying out a different format 👀)
conversations with myself (about you)
pairing: head engineer mark x the captain
tags: confessions, sleeping, fluff and angst
rated G || 1469 words || read on ao3!
You huff out a sigh of relief. You'd been trying to chase Mark down all day, but his assistants kept telling you that he was in different parts of the base.
You should've known to check his office.
But there he was, slumped over the table with his head resting on top of folded arms. He must've tired himself out from all the projects he was micromanaging. You squint at the laptop to see what he was trying to work on.
It's a progress report. Multiple, actually. You stifle a sigh and look down at his sleeping figure. "Oh Mark, what are we gonna do with you?"
He doesn't stir at your words, which is a testament to how tired he is. You keep your voice low regardless.
There's a folded blanket on the couch, and it smells of him, a weird mixture of pine, oil, and the soap rations they brought from Earth. The couch must be where Mark crashes all the time, which pulls a frown on your lips.
You drape the blanket over him, securing the folds over his shoulders. He's gonna have a crick in his neck in the morning, but he'll thank you later, probably.
He looks so peaceful, sleeping.
You observe him for a while. The constant furrow between his eyebrows is gone. He doesn't frown in his sleep, but his lips are parted, and you can hear the soft puffs of breath he releases. His hair is a bit of a mess, as if he'd run his hands through it multiple times throughout the day, and you find yourself wanting to do the same.
"When was the last time you knocked out like this?" you mutter. Your hand touches a strand that's fallen in front of his eyes before you could stop it.
Reflexes kick in and you jerk back, but he doesn't stir. The only thing that changes is that his brow furrows slightly, but his breaths remain constant, and you relax your arm. You hesitantly take off a glove, and, before you can chicken out, reach forward to tuck the strand of hair behind his ear.
That then motivates you to run your fingers through his thick black locks, and it's as soft as you imagined.
You chuckle lightly, amazed. "Whaddaya know."
You continue the motions, and eventually, the wrinkles between his brows disappear, his features peaceful once more.
You drink your fill admiring him. Wide nose. Strong jaw. Big ears that stick out. Beard's getting to the point where it would break regulation but you're the highest official on this base and what Earth doesn't know won't hurt them, anyway. You look down at the fold of his arms, contoured by muscles. His hands, his fingers, that are so deft, made to create and fix what's destroyed. Why does everyone put you on a pedestal about looks when Mark is literally right here, sleeping soundly and looking sculpted by the gods himself?
"Everyone's blind," you mumble. "I don't hold a candle to you."
The urge to hold his hand is incredibly strong. You could do it—thread your fingers with his until he wakes, blinking blearily up at you with trusting eyes and whispering "Captain?" in a sleepy voice, and you suddenly feel small and unworthy about every single time he followed your lead without question.
And you feel the weight of infinite universes on your shoulders. Not once did you initiate anything more than friendship with Mark with all of the chances you've been given. He was always the ballsier one, more impulsive, more outspoken. As someone who has taken the mantle of a captain of a spaceship, you are an incredibly timid person.
"I wish I had your courage. Your tenacity. Your ability to take charge." You let out a humorless chuckle, and your fingers twitch against his scalp. "Countless universes, countless timelines, and we end up right back here. If only I wasn't a coward. Maybe I could finally ask you out on that date, y’know? To not worry about being a captain. Just someone going on a date with the person they like."
He doesn't respond, but you think you could see his breathing stop for a moment. It's a minute thing, barely there, but it's enough for you to cease running your fingers through his hair.
Did he hear you? Panic wells up in your throat. Oh god. "Mark?"
He doesn't answer.
"Are you awake?" you whisper.
He still doesn't answer. His breathing resumes again, slower this time.
You bite your lip, waiting for ten very long seconds, and you slowly pull your hand away.
You swallow down whatever feelings bubbled up to the surface and leave his office, quiet as a mouse. You lean against the door and close your eyes for a moment, wondering if you'd fucked up a friendship you'd spent these past few months trying to mend.
The trek back to your quarters is long. You get ready for bed and end up staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night.
Was he awake? Did he hear everything? If he heard everything, then he definitely felt you with your hand in his hair.
Sleep takes you, eventually, but the sun is starting to rise when it does.
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"—and that concludes today's meeting. Please consult Summers for the minutes if there's an item you have a question about. I'll see you all next week. Dismissed."
The morning following the whole did-Mark-hear-did-he-not-hear dilemma is strangely anticlimactic. Mark greets you with the same gusto he does every other time he sees you, which is, to say the least, minimal. He doesn't give an indication that he heard you last night, or that he was disgusted by any of your actions. Frankly, it seems like he's avoiding talking to you, which is already the norm for your relationship these past few months. You chalk it up to your paranoia and gather up your datapad, shutting off the holographic projection on the table when he says, out of the blue, "I don't think you're a coward."
You jump nearly three feet in the air. The room had mostly cleared out, and any stragglers were busy talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the sheer terror running through their captain's veins.
"Jesus Christ, Mark! You scared me."
He raises an eyebrow. "How? I've been right here this whole time."
"It was unexpected, alright?" you huff, clutching your heart. "Give a person a warning, would ya?"
There's a fond smile on his lips, one that rounds his cheeks and narrows his eyes in a good way. That's when what he said hits you.
"Wait. What did you just say?"
"I said I've been right here—"
"No, no. The first thing."
"What, about me not thinking you were a coward?"
Your jaw drops, and every single cell in your body is screaming to run. He fucking heard you last night. He knows. He knows.
"I don't think you are. I never thought you were. I still stand by my opinion of you from the first time I met you."
You don't know what to do. He tilts his head down so that he can look you in the eye, and strangely enough, you find yourself unable to pull away.
“Captain, I’m going to be very presumptuous for a moment.”
Your mouth mimics that of a goldfish. “E-excuse me?”
“And I will go ahead and repeat myself again. You’re the bravest person I know. I don’t think you’re a coward. And even if you were, I wouldn’t think any less of you.”
You maintain eye contact, but you find yourself at a loss for words.
He steps closer, and there’s no malice or anger on his face. All you see is your head engineer, smiling at you like he always has, but there’s something clearer about it. Open fondness, affection, adoration. He tentatively takes your hand, interlocks your fingers together.
“I think you shouldn’t worry too much about being a captain. And I should probably take my own advice and not worry too much about being a head engineer. It’s a hard thing to adjust to when it’s the only thing you’ve known for so long.” He swallows, looks down at your hands. “But I’d still like to see what it’s like to not do that. Just someone going on a date with the person they like.”
It finally hits you.
You close your mouth, and you feel your features morph into something incredibly hopeful.
“I think I’d like to see that too,” you beam. Then, “Would you like to go on a date with me, Mark?”
The answering grin he gives you is blinding, and your chest is aflutter.
“Yes,” he squeezes your hand, saying your name. It sounds wonderful coming from his lips. “Yes, I would love that.”
buy me a coffee!
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hihi my birthday is coming up soon! i was wondering if you could write how darkiplier, damien, or even engineer mark would react of them not knowing and finding out the day of that it’s my b-day! i hope it’s not too confusing…
A/n: HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY ANON!! I hope you have a great one! ^^, I hope you don't mind that I just did Engineer Mark, I was having trouble writing for the other two, but enjoy none the less!
Would feel incredibly bad if he found out it was your birthday and didn’t know
Especially since the whole crew knew and had been wishing you well and presenting you with gifts throughout the whole day, much to Marks confusion
He’s on his hands and knees for forgiveness right now
He’ll do absolutely everything to make it up to you no matter how much you reassure him he’ll insist, so there's no real point in arguing with him
There's not that much you can do in space, and even if there was there's certainly not enough time when your the Captain
But Mark is determined to make your birthday a great one, anything you want or need he’ll do it for you
Hungary, but don’t have enough time to make something? Marks got you, Necks cramped but you don’t have time to take a nap? No problem
He’ll try to whip something up for you the day of, but it probably doesn’t go as planned, it was a nice thought though
And even when the days done, Mark hasn’t finished everything he set out to do
Before you settle down getting ready for sleep Mark knocks on your door
Confused you open it, immediately skeptical as to what could have possibly brought Mark here at this time of night
He’ll simply hush your questions and concerns as he leads you to a distant room in the ship
But as soon as he reveals what he was planning to you, you gasp in delight
In the room Mark set up a small picnic blanket, covered with your favorite snacks and homemade desserts, you don’t know how he managed to acquire all of the sweets but frankly you didn’t really care
Marks eyes twinkled as he watched the excitement spread across your face, Mark let out a surprised yelp when you threw your arms around him, before he chuckled, hugging you back with the same intensity, smiling as you held each-other
“Happy Birthday Cap.”
SPACE BIRTHDAY WOWOWWO
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Just a Captain and her Head Engineers
@clanwarrior-tumbly @crazy-obsessed-enby @tobyisbeloved
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I’m Right Here
Summary : After weeks, the Captain of the Invincible had still not woken from their Cryopod. And while most of the crew has lost hope, Mark, now as Acting Captain still held on to the thought that they would. Was it denial, or a foolish hope that his beloved Captain would wake up? Possibly. But whatever was going on in his head wasn’t going to change their fate. And Mark hadn't left their side. No one wanted their Captain to stay asleep forever, but in this state, they weren't really alive either.
Genre : Hurt/Comfort, Angst (with a happy ending)
Word Count : 2500
Paring : (Sort of) Head Engineer Mark / [Gender Neutral]Captain, Captaineer
TW: I’ll add these since there is mention of being in a comatose state and self-blame but that’s it!
A/N: I'M BACK BABY
No jokes, I have returned from my unofficial hiatus (cough-burn out-cough) and I am ready to write again! First time writing 2nd person for a fic, so please let me know how I can improve. Slightly shorter than how I prefer my writing, but I didn't want it to drag.
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!
As always, if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know!
Happy reading!
-Soup :D
“Hey, Mark? ‘You in here?” Gunther called out from the doorway.
The engineer sat alone in the small break room, hands in a fist held in front of his face. His expression was difficult to read as most of the lights were turned off. A few emergency lights at the corners of the room dimly lighting the man's figure.
“Mark…” Celci spoke quietly, a contrast from how she typically spoke to him.
Only receiving a quiet sigh from him, she exchanged a nod between herself, Gunther, and Burt. Burt stepped in, flicking the light switch by the room’s entrance. Mark winced at the sudden brightness, covering his eyes with his hands. He sniffed, turning his head towards them, “I’m guessing nothing new then?”
The man's eyes were glossy and red, now shimmering under the fluorescent lights. There were marks left from tears that had fallen from his eyes, leaving only the path that they took down his face.
“Well, they’re vital signs are stable, but they’re still sleeping.”
The corners of his mouth fell into a deeper frown, his eyebrows furrowed as he closed his eyes. His knuckles rested against his forehead as his thumbs pressed at the space in between his brows.
“We know that that’s not the news that you wanted to hear, Mark. But at the very least, they are still healthy…”
His brown eyes looked focused at the table in front of him. Only looking up when Gunther came over to stand next to him. He looked wordlessly at his friends, all sharing the same worries he had. “They’ve been “healthy, for almost a month.” he started, “What if-” he fought hard against the knot that formed at the base of his throat, “-What if they don’t-” stopping himself, he turned away from them as he attempted to clear his throat.
The four knew what he wanted to ask, even though he had already done so many times before.
Even when he already knew that their answer wouldn’t change. He just didn’t know what else to say.
He took a moment to collect himself before clearing his throat, “It’s been three weeks… how much longer do you think we should wait?”
Celci gathered a breath, “We don’t know. It's- we're worried that if we force them out of cryo sleep, their vitals and brain functions would suffer. But then again, if we wait too long, we aren't sure if they’ll be able to- ehhem- We’re not sure how much damage Cryo is doing to them as it is.” Her voice began to falter. Celci was known as a hard and calculated person, though she had her moments, but her mood had taken the same turn that everyone else’s had.
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After arriving at their final destination, while every other crew member had woken up to begin work on starting the new colony, their Captain remained asleep.
In the beginning, no one was particularly worried. Cryo sleep can often be difficult to emerge from, especially taking into consideration how long the individual had been out for.
However, as days began to pass, more and more of the crew began to grow concerned. The Captain hadn’t shown any signs of progression in waking up. And their vital scans remained consistent with how they were when they had first entered the cryo pod.
The only distinguishable detail was that they'd showed a small spike every so often, similar to when a person enters REM sleep.
After 5 days, the leads from every division of the crew had gathered for a meeting. Without the guidance of the Captain, they decided that the four main crew leads, Mark, Celci, Gunther, and Burt, would take over leading the building faze of the colony, until the Captain emerged. Since Mark was the head engineer, and had been in charge for the creation of the Invincible 2, he was appointed as the temporary Captain. While the other three had to be involved in all decisions, his word was final.
Two and a half weeks have passed since then.
Was it denial, or a foolish hope that his beloved Captain would wake up? Possibly. But whatever was going on in his head wasn’t going to change their fate. Mark hadn't left their side. His coworkers had found him multiple times asleep leaned up against the cryopod’s door. The three had tried to convince him that he should try to let them go, but he always refused. No one wanted their Captain to stay asleep forever, but in this state, they weren't really alive either.
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“I’m going to go see them.” He said, getting up from his spot.
“Mark… I- We know you don’t want to think about it, but the longer we wait, there will only be a higher likelihood of there being more damage.”
Ignoring them, he began to walk past.
“Come on Mark, we need to talk about this.” Gunther spoke firmly, grabbing him by his sleeve.
“I just need a second!” Mark's eyes had an irritated gleam to them. “...Please.”
Burt placed his hand on Mark’s arm before looking back at Gunther. Gunther’s hand dropped back to his side with a sigh.
“Another few minutes won’t change anything. I just need to collect my thoughts, okay?”
The group hesitantly let him go. They needed to decide soon. And they needed Mark to be the one to do it.
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Their Cryopod had been moved to a quieter, more isolated and sterile part of the ship. An old additional medical bay was preferable to the front control room. With less foot traffic, the Captain’s attendants could better maintain and focus on taking care of them.
The room was a bit darker as well. So long as they didn’t leave the monitor screens on full brightness.
Mark found it to be… comforting? More relaxing, maybe? As the acting Captain, he found that the crew had taken an interest in talking and meeting with him more than they used to. He would probably have enjoyed the extra attention, if it weren't for the current circumstances.
On top of having to run a growing colony and managing all of the new affairs of his current job, he was bombarded with questions, including the ones that he didn’t have answers to, and the ones didn’t want to answer.
“Mark, are there any updates on the Captain’s condition?”
“Have you and the team come up with a plan?”
“Are they dead?”
But here, as grim and morbid as it may be, he found an ounce of peace. Even though it was accompanied by a deep and profound sadness.
“Hey, Cap’n…” He greeted them quietly. Although there was no response, he still paused for one.
He sat with his back pressed against the wall adjacent to their Cryopod, so he could maintain a close distance to them, while also being able to see the cold blue doors.
“Now I get why you don’t like all of the crew's attention. I mean yeah, some of it’s nice, but all of the time? I understand why you like being alone.” He said before chuckling to himself briefly. He could almost hear their laughter.
As he did everyday, he relayed any updates and reports there were. Including any funny stories if they happened. He felt that it was his duty, since he wasn’t really the Captain. He needed to keep them up to date on what was going on with their colony. That roll still belonged to them after all, they had earned it.
He sat with them for a long time in silence. Well, kind of silence. Their heart and oxygen monitors, along with the various other beeps bops, were present in the background.
Eventually, he continued,
“C.C and the team want me to come up with a decision. I just, don’t think I can. I don’t want this to be a lost hope yet. I want to believe that you’ll wake up one of these days, and then everything will just go back to the way things were…”
“But… I don’t know how long that will take, Cap.” His voice wavered, and he forced out a hard sigh.
“I don’t know how to do this without you. I trust you more than anybody, more so than myself… I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have tried to blame you. I- I shouldn’t have tried to be the hero…I was so reckless…now you-"
He brought his knees up to his chest as tears started to well in his eyes.
He scoffed, burying the quiver in his voice with a brief cough.
He looked up at one of their monitors. From what he had remembered it was one of the ones that showed some of their brain functions. He had asked to be present though the majority of the Captain’s "check-ups". While he denies it, there wasn’t anything that he wasn’t there for, despite the crew’s suggestions for him to “Let them do their work in peace.” He never really left the Captain’s side so long as he could help it.
Through that he had gleaned a bit of an understanding of what all the peaks and dips meant on the screen. He watched closely at the lines, taking note of what he believed to be them entering a state similar to REM.
"I wonder what you're dreaming about Cap." he started, "I hope it's something nice. Like a quiet beach or a cabin, where nothing matters… just peace…"
A small smile almost broke through his frown, imagining his dearest friend somewhere peaceful for the first time in multiple eternities.
Then reality hit him again. “It's my fault, isn’t it?” He asked in a quiet voice. “Everything we went through- It was my fault. The warp-core…The loops… It was all my fault. All you did was try to clean up my mess. You believed in us, you believed in me, and all I gave you in return was nothing but blame and hate.”
“How could you forgive me?”
For a while after that, he sat there, quietly sobbing into his knees. Out of every person on the Invincible, no one wanted the Captain to wake up more so than himself. He needed to apologize to them. To talk to them again. Face to face.
He didn’t need them to forgive him. Frankly, he wouldn't care if they never wanted to see him again after that. He just needed to know that they were alive. That all of their efforts had mattered.
From inside, unknown and unnoticed, a new movement stirred. Their stiff and sore body rose from its rest, their muscles trying to stretch within the limited room. They let out a stifled yawn, rubbing the sleep away from their eyes. Their hands moved to rub small circles into their neck, wincing every so often when finding a particularly sore spot.
Confused, they tapped at the screen in front of them, after having gotten used to the monotone voice waking them up, the quiet was unnerving. Through their slight shiver, they heard a very muffled and desperate voice from beyond the blue walls.
As they reached for the door they stopped abruptly.
“C-captain… I’m so- so sorry Captain. I should have trusted you more. I just- I need you-I need you to wake up, tell me what I should do…”
They were taken aback, surprised at hearing him sound so upset. Especially over them. How long had they taken to wake up? Why was Mark so desperate for their advice? Had their plan worked? Was all of this finally over? Were they finally free from the constant repeats and agony?
Continuous questions raced through their mind, only halting when they heard Mark speak again.
“We need you back, Captain. I need you….”
Their voice was hoarse, just barely able to call out to him as the words scratched against their vocal cords.
He hadn’t heard them.
“I can’t keep going like this- you’re supposed to be the captain, not me. I didn’t sign up for this. I never thought that you wouldn’t be able to lead. Why would I-”
They tried to call out to him again, a little louder. They tried the door, pushing against it, but their body still hadn’t regained all of its strength. It was still not enough
A few corridors down, Celci and the other cryo-engineers received a shocking notification.
"Holy shit."
"Please wake up…" his words were weak and desperate. "Captain please, just wake up."
Frustrated, they reached up to hit the emergency release latch, and the Cryopod door swung open.
Their knees almost hitting the ground before catching themselves. They squinted at the brightness from the screens flashing with warnings. Sterile air hitting their lungs as they caught their breath. Though heavily disoriented, they heard a small voice from behind them.
“Captain?”
The captain turned to look at their distressed partner. He looked so small, so… hopeless.
The flashing lights illuminated the streaks of tears that followed the curve of Mark’s face.
He was speechless, his eyes wide with shock. Unsure if he was dreaming this, or if all of his wishes suddenly were answered. Their face looked unscathed, their features just as he remembered them from when they first arrived on the Invincible. No bruises or cuts, they looked… alive.
He was expecting anger, hate, something to lash out on him at any moment. And the longer they stared, the harder he braced himself. Whatever was coming, he felt he deserved it.
After what felt like an eternity, they moved, taking a small step towards him.
“Mark?” the captain asked in a voice just above a whisper, “Is that you?”
As they inched closer, Mark instinctively brought his hands up, almost on guard.
He wanted to answer, but every word that came to mind got caught in his throat.
Only able to whimper, “Captain. I am so, so sorry…” He couldn’t stop more tears from pouring over and down his face, and a river of emotions raged. “I am so, so, sorry. I-I thought I- I thought you weren't going to wake up. I thought I had ki-”
“It was all my fault.” he sobbed. “I don’t care if you never want to see me again, I just needed to know that you were okay. So, please go ahead. Yell, scream, just do something! I can take it-” he stopped mid-sentence.
The Captain looked horrified. Years of memories and trauma lingered at the forefront of their mind, all of it pointing at the respective catalyst. Everything they went through, each ounce of pain should have made them so terribly mad at the engineer. It would have been so easy to let it consume them, let all of that rage take control and let loose on the poor man…
But they couldn’t.
Mark wasn’t aware of the opening door, or the gasps from the doorway. He could only feel their warm arms, and the steady sound of their heart-beat coming from their chest. Caught off guard, it took him a solid few seconds for him to react. The way their arms wrapped around him, the way they held the back of his head to their chest… They weren't mad at him at all.
Holding them back tightly, and burying his head deeper into their chest, he felt so relieved.
They were alive.
Through his shaky breaths and sobs, he heard the voice he realized just how much he had missed.
“I’m right here, Mark."
“I’m right here.”
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A/N:
YIPEE I FINALLY GOT THIS THING OUT OF MY DRAFTS!!!
In all seriousness, thank you for reading. I know I’ve been absent from tumbler lately, however, I’m planning on hoping right back into writing! I have quite a few more WIPs that I plan on posting relatively soon (wink wonk) and I can’t wait for you all to see them!
If if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know! Thank you again.
Happy Reading!
-Goose :D
#markiplier#markiplier egos#iswm#iswm head engineer#iswm captain#captaineer#iswm x reader#angst with a happy ending#2nd person pov#gender neutral#I'm so happy to have this done#I swear#I dunno I had this idea in my pebble brain for like 5 months before I finally sat down to finish it#screaming#but in a good way
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u do murderiplier with a reader that has ADHD please im begging you????? like the reader just has a hard time sitting still and just like remembering things and is always jumping from one thing to another and is just like cant focus plllss
FOCUS --- (Murderiplier x reader)
SUMMARY: Being ADHD does not help when you a killers apprentice. Yet here you are, sobbing your eyes out to a man who might not even care.
CONTENT: angst, self doubt, fluff.
NOTES: not so fun fact, I am severely ADHD so I just based this off of how mine can get sometimes. It's a little sad ik but there's a cute ending.
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Pinching the bridge of his nose Murdoc sighed. Even through his darkened sunglasses you could still tell he was disappointed. The best killer in the world and his apprentice can't even match his level. You knew you shouldn't have started working with him but you'd already tried everything under the sun. He finds it difficult to deal with you enough as is and you know he's going to kick you out soon enough. Now, everytime he speaks you jump. Your lips fall into a thin line and you advert your gaze else where. All you ever did was cause the man issues and you knew he just has to hate you. Sometimes you'd find him staring at you in what looked like disgust. Nausea crawls up your spine, the thought of yourself like a bad after taste.
"Fuck." He groans. Wiping the blood from your brow, you bite your lip and turn to leave. Splices of pain alive through your feet with every step reminding you just how annoying you are. Knowing the cops will arrive soon, you make your way out the door sluggishly taking the knife with you while Murdoc watches you with a pitiful gaze. He knows you can't help it when you get excited, and he can't be mad at you for that but you cost him a lot now. Not that you cared enough to pay any attention to that once you got into those self deprecating state of minds. Dreading what's to come he trails after you to the car and gets in with you.
Once you got moving on the road everything was a blur, the thought whirling around your head like a tsunami if hatred and embarrassment. Jumping out of the car was a better choice than this, but no matter how hard you fight to reach for that handle the fear clings to you more. It's all you can do not to scream your fucking lungs out. Murdoc senses your lingering disappointment, the silence is gagging him like a noose. You're just a kid, you don't belong in his line of work and you don't belong with him. At the same time he knows he should let you go but he just can't do it, not when you're so much like him.
"Kid I-" The silence is sharply broken by a dull and broken voice. "Do you hate me doc?" You ask. Your heart throbs in your chest as choked sobs slip past your wet lips. It's hard to keep contained when all you can feel is a compression of such depreciating and sad thoughts. A need to be swooned like a baby, to be held on someone's arm take you whole and you curl into yourself. Looking at you sparing he rests a hand on your shoulder and squeezes firmly. It's never been this bad before. By now you should have been on a completely different subject, telling him all about the thing you know and ideas you hold in that big ol' brain of yours.
"No." He finally says. Looking back at the road he takes a moment to recollect his thoughts. His singular work however didn't help your case anymore. Looking out the window you watch the buildings rush by, they remind you just how fleeting each moment it. It's quite similar to your thoughts, in fact you can't help but look on in disarray as you mind jumps from place to place.
"Can we pick up something to eat?" You quietly ask. He frowns at how quiet your voice is. The small rasp at the end tugs his heart strings even more. You've dealt with enough of his bad support today as is, he can't handle seeing you so down when you're normally not. "Sure kid. Of course." Your heart thrums happily in your chest and you wipe your teary eyes. "Really?" You ask. It's almost like you expected him to say no, you've never asked before though. When he glances at you his stomach does flips, you have a small smile tugging at your lips as you look at him with adoration in you eyes. "Thank you."
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Smells of fast food fills the car as home grows closer. You're smiling and dipping you hands into the warm bag of food in your lap. Looking over at you Murdoc feels content with himself, a feeling he's long forgotten since child hood. To see you bring this back to him warms him with joy. In a way, you're like his kid more than his apprentice and he could never trade you for anything. Even if you're hyper sometimes. "I love you kid." The sound of his gruff voice pulls your attention to him. Eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights you stare at him in awe. When he looks over to see your face he cracks a smile. "Don't look at me like that squirt."
You chortle as his choice on nickname. "Squirt?" He nods and stares out at the road ahead. "You mean like mad dad did to my mom when he-"
Muffled cackling ensues as he slaps a hand over your mouth. "Too far!" He claims. You just stick your tongue out to lick the palm of his hand. Giggling like a loon you watch as he vigorously wipes your saliva on his pants. "Really?" He exclaims. Snorting, you cup your own hand over your mouth to take a deep breath before letting out another wheeze. "It's not that funny." He deadpans. Letting out one last giggle, you smile. "I love you too, doc."
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#1 Captain
Head Engineer Mark x gn!reader
This idea came to me very suddenly. It was like being punched in the face and being held hostage until I wrote it. It is now 1 AM. I did not proof read this so...
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 883
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White, shattered porcelain littered the floor. Its liquid contents were splashed across the room. His eyes followed the trail, dragging across the floor until they reached regulation boots. Dark eyes trailed up the figure, who was slumped in on themselves and panting, and his heart shattered, too. The Captain threw their mug.
Your chest shuttered with a strained breath as you finally realized Mark’s presence in the room. You couldn’t even bother looking him in the eyes as you scurried out, head down.
The Bridge was empty. It felt wrong to stand at the helm alone, but the Captain and Head Engineer had been dancing around each other for weeks since…
He swallowed the thick lump forming in his throat. Now wasn’t the time.
He tread lightly across the floor. One step crunched under his boot and he paused, wincing. He lifted his foot and carefully stepped slightly to the side, avoiding the minuscule fragment.
Deft fingers plucked and picked up every shard, all cupped within one gloved hand. When it became too much for one hand to hold, he, admittedly, floundered. Unwilling to drop all the pieces back to the floor and give up his self-assigned mission, however, he began shoving the handfuls of porcelain into the many pockets of his coveralls. Every once in a while, a fragment would poke through the fabric and into his skin. He would just sigh and readjust them.
His heart fell further into the pit of his stomach when he came across black-colored fragments. One of the largest shards read “#1”, though a portion of the number was broken off into another shard. He knew exactly which mug this had been. Memories of handing you a steaming cup of coffee after waking from your cryo-pod flooded his mind. Maybe it didn’t happen in this universe, but it happened in this mug… metaphorically speaking.
He slinked away from the Bridge with pockets full of porcelain and a heart heavy with grief.
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“Thank you for your reports. Tomorrow we will be discussing supplies. Please prepare any requests for shipments before the meeting.” You fixed Gunther with a pointed glare. “Dismissed.”
Murmurs followed the department heads as they filed out of the meeting room. You’d been… distant lately, to say the least. It was easier now, after jumping through countless universes and endless timelines, to separate yourselves from others. It felt almost necessary. Some small part of your mind was always on alert, just waiting for a blue wormhole to open up and force another crystal into your hand.
You absentmindedly ran a thumb over the scar at the thought.
Someone cleared their throat, startling you out of your rapidly descending thoughts. Mark stood before you, shifting from one foot to another and fiddling with a box he held with both hands. He had held it in his lap throughout the entire meeting. “Captain, I, uh…” His eyes flickered to your palm and down to the box. He held it out, avoiding eye contact all the while. “I just wanted to give you this.”
The box wasn’t anything special - the ship wasn’t equipped with wrapping paper or fancy gift boxes. It was just a plain brown cardboard box, taped with a string in the middle for easy “unwrapping”.
You looked to him for answers. He just nodded toward the box.
Mark and you were on rough ground after everything. You tore apart universes looking for him, you held on even as he cursed the very air you breathed. You died with him after destroying the warp core, and yet neither of you could look each other in the eyes. You almost missed jumping across multiverses, if only to see him smile.
The string cut through the tape as you pulled on it. With a little more effort, the flaps were no longer taped down at all, and the box was opened. A shaky gasp fell from your parted lips, gaped in awe at the barest hint of the contents held within. Mark watched with bated breath as your gloved fingers dipped into the box and lifted out with them the cracked, put-together form of your mug.
Some pieces were glued back together, others were barely being held on by tape. The handle looked atrocious. The rim of the mug was sharp. It would not be able to hold water. None of the words were even or lined up correctly, yet the bold black lettering proudly read “#1 CAPTAIN”.
You cradled it in your hands so carefully, as if it contained a soul within and you didn’t want to hurt it. That said, your hands trembled and shook with the rest of your body as you fought back strangled sobs that tore their way free anyway. Fat, wet tears rolled down your cheeks in waves. They had been held back for too long.
Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest and holding you firmly, being careful the mug between you didn’t get crushed all the while. Apologies sputtered from your lips, uttered like prayers begging for redemption. Mark just shushed you softly and rested his cheek on your head.
You would always be his #1 Captain, even if you didn’t feel like you deserved the title. And he would always forgive you, in every universe.
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Welp, it seems the ISWM brainrot has claimed another victim (namely, me). I’m especially fascinated by Captain Y/N ourselves and our apparently superhuman ability to make everyone in the galaxy simp over us (but no one more than our trusty Head Engineer, of course~).
With that in mind, uhhhh... Here’s a Scenario™, I guess? (Partially inspired by this headcanon(?) post.)
So... picture this:
Gunther, Celci, and Burt are discussing something that, for whatever reason, they don't want Mark to hear. So they pull the Captain aside and ask if Cap could keep him busy for them. Just for a little while.
Cap's like: "I've got somewhere I need to be in a minute, but... wait here, I'll try something."
The crewmates watch as the Captain wanders over and says a few words to Mark. They can't make out what Cap is saying exactly, but by the soft smile on Cap's face and the increasingly idiotic grin on Mark's, they can guess it's probably something sugary-sweet and complimentary.
As Cap talks, their hand goes up to the back of Mark's head and into his hair, sloooowly petting it. Mark's gaze is LOCKED on the Captain's, and his eyes even go a little glassy. He almost seems to stop breathing.
The Captain boops his nose and walks away.
Mark remains in place.
The whole exchange took about 45 seconds.
Cap returns to the group. "Alright, that should do you. By my estimate, Mark won't remember anything that happens within the next ten minutes or so."
Gunther: [removes his shades] "...Holy shit. You straight-up HYPNOTIZED him."
Celci: [shaking her head, smirking] "What an idiot."
Burt: "Captain, the power you wield is both impressive and terrifying to behold."
Cap: "I know. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to with Navigation." [salutes and leaves]
#iswm#iswm x reader#engineer mark x reader#captaineer#(technically that's what this is right?)#(dear god...)#(what has my life come to)#starry writes#honestly I wouldn't have posted this but my one friend really wanted me to for whatever reason#and I couldn't exactly come up with a good reason to NOT do it so#here it is xP
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Okay, first time doing this so uh- hello!!
OKAY!
For space Mark, imagine like, after Captain tosses the crystal into the wormhole and Mark yells at them, he hears like soft sobs, and realizing that it isn't him he snaps back into reality to realize that it's the CAPTAIN crying. Which is like- really ooc for them because they're always so set on being strong for everyone else and making sure to support their team, so hearing them break down really hits kinda hard, and he realizes that they're just as much of a victim to this as everyone else is.
Like, angsty fluffy stuff because it's cute and captain needs love too
Uh yeah I hope I'm doing this right, GN Captain, can either be platonic or romantic!! ^^
Omg I love this idea so much!! I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this😭😭
But this is such a good idea and tbh... this was my genuinely reaction to Mark yelling at the end lmaoo
But thank you so much for the request I hope you enjoy!!
Let it out
Space mark x Gn!reader (not specified if platonic or romactic)
"What did you do?" Marks voice breaks the silence that has been filling the room. His words were quiet, like they just happened to slip through his lips. He speaks again, but this time, much harsher.
"What did you do!" This times his voice is filled with anger and rage, something I am not used to hearing, especially directed towards me. I tear my eyes away from where the wormhole once was, the place my eyes had been glued before. I look at his face and it has an expression I am not used to seeing. He's angry, furious, and he looks at me with a scowl on his face.
"I- Mark I-" I try to form words, but they fail me as my eyes start to water up, invisible to Mark due to the helmet on my head.
"You destroyed everything! I spent an eternity in hell, rebuilding this machine and you threw it all way!" He slowly steps closer as he yells and I try to move away but my feet feel glued to the floor. "I don't know if you're evil or just stupid!" His last words are filled with venom. It feels like daggers are flying out of his lips and stabbing me in the heart. Suddenly my legs feel weak and the tears slide from my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I try to speak but all that escapes is a loud sob. And I break. I break like I was made of glass and just hit me with a bat.
Marks face softens, he stops speaking and his arms slowly drop back down to his sides. He is unsure of what was it he heard. It sounded like a sob but he hadn't made any noise. His cheeks are dry and no tears are escaping from his eyes. Then he notices the Captain. Their legs are visibly shaking and their hands are formed in a ball. Their chest is quickly heaving up and down and not a word is coming from behind their helmet. He slowly raises his hand to rest on their shoulder.
"Captain?" He asks quietly, trying to see if it was them who made the noise. Suddenly the sound of sobs is all that can be heard throughout the quiet room. He doesn't know what to do. He caused this. He shouldn't have yelled at them, they were trying to help...
"Captain, I-" He pauses a loss for words, "I'm sorry..." Quickly the captain moves, so quickly Mark is barely able to see what their doing until it's already done. The captain pulls off their helmet, reveling their messy hair and tear stained face. Mark is shocked, never once has he seen the captain without their helmet. In any universe, every situation, their face had always been hidden. He is just disappointed it was in these terms that he say it.
The captain forces themselves to sit down, their legs feeling feeling too weak to be able to stand. They bring their hand to their face and fully let go. Getting out all the stress, sadness, grief, loneliness, and everything else they've been keeping in. Mark stands above them, unaware of what he should do. Once their crying has started to slow down, the tears don't fall as quickly and their breath is slow and hollow, do they finally meet his eyes, face to face for the first time.
Mark feels tears well in his eyes as they look up at him, cheeks still wet, eyes red and hands shaking still. "Captain... I'm so sorry... I should have never yelled at you.." He finally says, sitting down beside them.
"It's okay, I messed up... lots of times..." They let out a dry laugh. "And I failed.... as a captain.." They head drops downwards.
"What? No you were the best captain, you were brave and strong and pushed through to do what was right... and you saved me... and fixed everything." He rambles, looking over at the captain with a faint smile. They continued to look down, avoiding eye contact. Mark takes this moment to admire their features he had never seen before. Their hair, slightly messy from being kept trapped up in that helmet all this time. Their eyes that are slightly difficult to see at this point from where he is sitting. He sharply inhales before wrapping his arms around them. There is only a brief pause before the captain wraps their arms around him in return.
Mark lets out a soft sigh and one of his gloved hands rest on their head and the other at the middle of their back. They sit in peace, glad that they finally have a minute to breathe, and even more glad that everything is over. Mark goes to pull away but stops when he notices that the captains body is now leaning more heavily on his.
"Captain? Are you sleeping?" They jump a bit before pulling away from him.
"Sorry! It's just been so long since... I've gotten a moment to rest." They admit and Mark just smiles back at them.
"I agree. Once everything goes back to normal, I promise you can sleep as much as you need." He says with a friendly smile.
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That's the end! I hope you enjoyed it and I'm sorry I'm so bad at endings lmao
Hopefully I can stick with this writing thing :)
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Giving flowers to the egos
Engineer:
-He’s very surprised, he hasn’t seen flowers in very long time, he forgot how pretty they are, how they smell
-Is so happy you gave them to him, he sees this as a very meaningful gift
-“Captain, look how pretty they are! You have a good taste, Captain”
-He keeps them in his locker, and is very gentle with them, they mean a lot to him
-He waters them regularly, even if something important is going on, they have to be watered
-He likes to look at them, it calms him and makes him think of you, and how lovely you are
-When he’s sad or stressed he smells them, he loves their sent
-If you are in a bad mood he’ll bring the flowers with him and sit with you, offer you to take the flowers
-“They are so full of hope, it’s nice to stop for a moment and just appreciate our existence”
-If they die Mark will be so heartbroken, he’ll come to you and show them, with a sadness within him
-“I tried my best, I thought I did everything right. Why they had to die? I’m so sorry Captain”
-If he himself ever gets a chance to get flowers he’ll give them to you, he wants to do something for you too
Yancy:
-He too didn’t see flowers in a while, he always associated them with goodness and he isn’t like that, why did you gave them to him?
-He’s so confused he doesn’t really know what to do, he loves them, but thinks he doesn’t deserve them
-“Don’t people give flowers to each other as a reward? I don’t deserve them”
-Even thought he feels bad about getting them, especially from you, he keeps them in his cell, and keeps them alive
-When he feels lonely he looks at them, remembering you
-He shows them to his close friends, and tells them about you, can get a bit sentimental
-“They are so nice, look what they gave me, I can’t believe someone so good decided to give me them”
-He watches them a lot, he loves noticing the details on their petals
-If someone tries to touch them he’ll remind them that stealing is illegal
-“I don’t think youse’s know what this is! This is worth more than anything in this prison and it rightly belongs to me, so I ask you to keep youse’s handy hands off of them!”
-If they die Yancy will ask everyone for help, but gardeners don’t usually show up in prison
-He’ll write you a letter telling that your gift withered
-“I’m so sorry, I tried my best to take care of them, I hope youse’s are not angry”
-If he gets more flowers from you, he’ll watch them at all times, they mean more than they look
Dark:
-He hasn’t gotten a gift in a long time and didn’t see flowers much
-He is flattered that you gifted them to him, but at the same time doesn’t think of it as something big, humans give each other flowers all the time
-But as time passes he starts to think of them more as a sign of how much he means to you and it confuses him, he doesn’t think he means something
-But accepts that you think of him as something more, and something important
-He watches them a lot, he sees you in them
-They are new and bit unusual to him, but they give him a warm feeling
-He waters them regularly, knows how much water they need and puts them in sunny place
-He sometimes talks to them, about his day, thoughts and feelings, he feels less alone with them
-He tells them things that he wishes to tell you
-“Something so small and seemingly so unnecessary is so important to me, so calming and beautiful”
-He doesn’t let them die, and never will, they are his to hold and nothing will make him not to
-He is surprised that he attached himself so much to them, he never did to other things, why they were so special? Because they are from you?
Actor:
-He gets a lot of flowers, and buys for himself
-He likes them, he thinks they are a great decoration
-Flowers from you made him believe that they can also be a great calming factor, and something more personal
-At first they are indifferent to him, just some leafs to put on his desk, but after some time he gets more in sync with them, he noticed how he feels a bit different when looking at flowers from you
-They made him focus more on themselves, and he kinda got obsessed with them
-Every morning he checks if they are watered correctly, the butler could’ve made some mistake, makes sure that there is no dust on them, and that they get sun
-He talks to them, strokes their petals gently and thinks of you a lot
-“If I knew I would get so attached to a plant I wouldn’t accept it but here we are”
-He hides them from others, he doesn’t want anyone to destroy them
-They are always in his room, locked from others
-He takes good care of them and won’t let them die, they are too important
Illinois:
-He likes shiny things, but appreciates the simple ones too
-He’s close to nature, he likes to spend time in it
-Flowers from you are something important, it’s a thing that’s always with him, that it’s familiar and even though everything around him is changing he has something that always stays the same
-He is very fond of them, they mean a lot to him, and when he feels lonely he looks at them, and remembers you
-He is in a lot of danger on his adventures but as a professional he always comes out of it in one pice, and your gift does also
-He won’t let a single thing hurt the flowers, he keeps them in a safe place in his bag, and checks a lot if they didn’t got squished
-At night time he takes them out to look at them, sometimes he hymns to them, or talks
-He always has separate water for them, or will get it some way, they can’t die, they remind him of you and feels like you are with him
Damien:
-He appreciates flowers, and thinks they are very helpful for the nerves
-He keeps them on his desk, and when takes a break from work he looks at them to calm himself
-They are always in good condition, Damien is a good gardener and takes good care for them
-He doesn’t get to see others a lot because of his job, but your flowers keep him company, and he feels less alone
-He talks to them, sometimes reads his paper work
-When his sad he’ll look at your flowers, focusing his attention on them to stop worrying
-He loves how they smell, how they look, and feel, he can’t stop admiring them
-He feels like you’re with him trough the flowers and is in a good mood because of them
Wilford:
-He doesn’t really have time to take care of them, but always does his best to make sure they are watered
-He doesn’t really understand what is so special about flowers, but somehow the ones from you seem much more appealing them others
-He talks to them a lot, he tells them about his day, his feelings and memories
-He vents to them too, sometimes he feels like he can’t talk to anyone else than them, and they will only understand
-He treats them like human being, says good morning, goodnight, maybe he sees them as you too much
-He realizes that he pretends the flowers are you, and sees how much he’s hiding from you
-He loves them, and his indifference about flowers changed a lot
-He does sometimes forget to water them, and is angry because of it, he can’t see them die, they’re too important
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fake/pretend relationship. captaineer. 675 words. might finish later on, depends. server likely saw it first.
“A marriage alliance?”
“Yes,” the Councilor repeated for the third time. He was starting to get impatient, and—good lord. You had to come up with an alternative real quick.
“As much as I would love to be allied through marriage, I’m afraid that I will have to decline.”
The Councilor raised an eyebrow. “And why is that, Captain?”
Now or never. “I’m married.”
There was a collective gasp around the bridge, which was to be expected. What you didn’t expect was Mark going rigid next to you, fingers stilling on top of his datapad.
The Councilor narrowed his eyes through the holographic display, and you did your best to act cool. It wasn’t the first time you had to stretch the truth like this. You were pretty sure that somewhere, in the multiverse, you were happily married and doing things only a married person does. You sort of wished the wormhole was back so that you could pull that version of you into this situation right now.
“I…see.” The Councilor frowned. “May I ask why this was not in the briefing when your delegation visited us?”
You put a hand on your chin thoughtfully. “I didn’t think it was relevant, Councilor. I’m a very private person, and I prefer to keep my personal affairs to myself. I apologize for any offense regarding my actions.”
“Well,” he said haughtily, “may I ask who you are married to?”
All eyes were on you. You didn’t blink or miss a beat when you gestured and said, confidently, “My head engineer, Mark.”
The collective gasp returned.
You felt Mark’s incredulous stare burning a hole in the side of your head, and you had to fight to maintain eye contact with the Councilor, whose eyes shifted between you and your head engineer.
“Our Earth’s Space Force doesn’t even know, as well as the crew members of this ship,” you continued, gaze downcast, “but we wanted to make things work, and we certainly knew that if we had revealed that we were married, they would have assigned us on different stations. We wanted to avoid that as much as possible, so…” you spread your hands. “Here we are.”
The Councilor was silent, taking in this information. You didn’t turn your head or try to shush the restless crew—you needed to get out of this scrape, preferably alive and with your ship still intact.
“Such a shame,” the Councilor ended up saying. “I truly believe a marriage alliance would have made matters much better. But alas,” he tipped his head at you, “you are currently in wedlock. Unless you engage in polygamy?”
Your eyes widened a fraction. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Councilor, but polygamy is not for me. It’s just Mark. He’s the one, and he’ll be the only one.”
The Councilor digested this, shifting his gaze between you and Mark. “Such a shame,” he repeated. “But I must respect your wishes. We will figure out a way around this marriage alliance, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes we will,” you nodded, and the Councilor made a motion off-screen to cut the call.
As soon as the hologram dropped, you let out a shaky breath, briefly closing your eyes.
The tension was palpable, and no one said anything for a long while.
Someone cleared their throat. “Well,” and your eyelashes fluttered open, glancing sideways at the source. It was Gunther, puffing on his cigar. “That happened.”
Burt whistled lowly.
“Captain,” Celci hedged, “what did you just do?”
What did you just do? You didn’t know what kind of expression you had right now. You also didn’t want to turn to face Mark, but…
You eventually twist around to his stiff figure, straightening your posture. He was staring at you with something inscrutable, but you couldn’t deny that you saw the rage and hurt simmering beneath the surface.
Swallowing, you pleaded, “Mark—”
He turned heel and left, punching the sensor for the bridge door to slide open. No one said a word when it closed, the clanging echo ringing in your ears.
“Shit,” you muttered.
#captaineer#head engineer mark x the captain#head engineer x captain#head engineer mark x captain#head engineer mark x reader#iswm mark x reader#iswm x reader#iswm fic#my fic#mpcu
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How would Mack feel, react, anything really to a captain that likes to collect plushies? And like, uses them as comfort items and support.? They'll carry them around, sleep with them, let the crewmates borrow them, that kind of thing?
He's an asshole in general even mocking them at first and saying how a captain shouldn't have such childish things, but after learning that they're comfort items to them he'd back off a bit and not insult y/n about them but he'd still be slightly judgy about it. But those feelings come mostly from jealousy that the captain doesn't let him even near their plushies, even though sometimes he'd catch the crew hugging the soft looking stuffed animals. Though after some time of interacting with the captain and even developing a soft spot/feelings for them he'd ask why they find plushies comforting, smiling when they talk about their love for the soft items and he'd even open up about his love for birds which loads of people have made fun of him for.
But it's completely harmless since he'd go to the park and take photographs of differents birds he saw, even writing facts about them and what they each represents in fiction. He's always loved birds cause he also longed to be able to fly away, and explore the world and now look at him in a space ship, baby boy made his dream come true. So Mack and y/n would end up getting closer due to now knowing what the other finds comfort in, Mack and his birds and y/n and their plushies, what could be better than.
If they gifted him an oriole/dove plushie he'd smile so widely that the crew would be blinded by his bright smile, y/n's kind gesture of, first of all giving him one of their plushies and second of all it being a bird, just sealed the deal and now they're the closest members in the entire ship.
Oriole - bird that represents friendship(means that the captain is letting Mack know that they consider him a friend) platonic route
Dove - bird that represents peace, freedom but most importantly, love(the captain making a subtle but romantic advance on Mack) romantic route
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Mayhaps a Space Mark x Captain Reader?
So, you know the scene in Avengers: Endgame with Tony’s arm mangled from the Infinity Stones? I thought it’d be cool if the Captain had a thing similar to that, but less lethal, if that makes sense.
I was wondering if you could do something with the reader with serious ptsd from everything that happened, overworking themselves to the bone, realizing that the spot Mark yanked the crystal out had become infected or something. The reader has a horrible long and pulsing wound that goes up to their shoulder from having the crystal so long, and they knew it would scar, but this is so much worse, but they convince themselves they are fine, but then eventually Mark and the crew realize the reader is seriously hurt when the reader almost passes out in the hallway. Mark argues with the reader, telling them to just let him see, and they panic, knowing how he’ll react, but Mark finally pulls their sleeve up and finds the wound.
And stares. And stares, hearing CC scold the Captain and saying how they could have lost their arm to infection if they had left it like that much longer. He then shakily patches it up, not letting anyone else near it, because it was his responsibility. He did this to them.
Reader passes out sometime during all this, and when they wake up, Mark is at their bedside and won’t meet their eyes, bringing them water and shakily asking them what else they need, before the reader says his name and he just absolutely breaks down, sobbing, apologizing and crying.
Angst and comfort and pining and confessions please? 🥺❤️
'God, it’s worse than I imagined-’
“Ouch.”
Wincing as your fingers barely grazed against the pulsating wound, you stared at it in the bathroom mirror, wondering how you let it get this bad.
It all started when that damn crystal was ripped out of your flesh. You still remember how it was so painful you couldn’t even speak or cry out...you were just in total shock the whole time. And you obviously knew it was gonna scar, though it never gave you much trouble.
At least not until now, as it transformed into this horrid thing that trailed all the way up to your shoulder. The flesh looked like burnt muscle, with bluish blisters embedded in its mass.
Feeling your stomach lurch, you sucked in a breath and rolled your sleeve back down and put your gloves on.
You’ll deal with this later. You had other matters to attend to as captain. The duties didn’t stop just because the colony was getting set up.
Not only that, but you couldn’t tell Mark about this. Even after getting out of that messy timeloop, you never told him that he accidentally scarred your palm...and you definitely didn’t plan to show him what became of that scar.
He would be devastated.
And what about the rest of the crew if they found out and panicked?
That would be messy, and you hated messes. So you figured you’ll carry on as usual and see if your assistance was needed anywhere. Surely everyone was wondering where their trusty captain had run off to. It’s surprising that nobody’s spamming your messages yet..not even Mark.
But as you left the room and trekked down the corridor, your uniform suddenly felt unusually heavy. And you could feel your arm throbbing and your breaths becoming labored.
‘Maybe I just need to get this off..’ You figured, removing your helmet. However in doing so, the pain sharply swelled up and you hissed in agony, dropping the gear to the floor and startling a few nearby crewmembers--Celci included.
“Captain? You dropped this.” She frowned as she picked up the helmet and gave it back to you, though she noticed how exhausted you looked. “Cap? Is..everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’m..I’m all good, CC. I just got butter fingers today.” With a tired smile, you tried taking it, though you nearly dropped it a second time and quietly cursed at yourself.
Now your sleeve was irritating the wound, and you itched it furiously.
“CC! Are you messing with the captain’s helmet?!”
You froze. ‘Oh shit..why now?’
He’s here, too.
“No, Mark.” The cryo lead huffed as she put the helmet down. “They have trouble carrying it, and..they don’t look so good either. Like they’re running a fever.”
Immediately, Mark’s glare vanished into a look of concern as he saw you sitting against the wall, and he knelt down. “Cap? Are you sick? Do you need anything?”
“N-No, no..I just..need a minute to rest my legs.” You tried staying calm, but it was failing with the anxiety welling up inside your chest. His staring didn’t help matters, either.
“Captain, don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been working your tail off all day. And you’re sweating bullets. Maybe you should take off the jumpsuit-”
“No!”
He flinched at your shout, and even you seemed surprised as you shrunk back and clutched your arm. So much for trying to stay calm and not worrying anybody. “I mean..I..I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.”
"What’s wrong with your arm?” Mark asked.
“Nothing.”
“...then why are you holding it like it’s broken?”
“Nothing is wrong with it, Mark.” The panic was starting to settle in as you scowled at him, wishing he would just drop the subject. “I-If you don’t stop asking, I’ll...I’ll...”
“You’ll what? Demerit me for being concerned about my captain’s well-being?!” Now he was growing irritated, too. “If nothing’s wrong, then can I see it?”
“.......”
“Captain-”
“You’re not gonna like what you find..” You finally muttered, realizing that you can’t stop him. He was too stubborn and concerned for his own good...and you knew it was only going to hurt him in the most painful way possible.
But you just sighed and looked away, closing your eyes as you felt Mark gently take your arm and roll up the sleeve a little bit.
That was more than enough to horrify him.
You expected him to react with disgust, though when you bravely opened your eyes, he was just staring at it. Even as he took off your glove and found the crystal-shaped scar in your hand, he didn’t show much of a reaction to that either.
His eyes only stared and stared...
“My god..what happened?!” Celci was shocked, but you were barely able to focus on her words.
Your blurring gaze remained on Mark as, with trembling hands, he dug up a roll of bandages from his pocket and wrapped them around your arm. He did it as gently as he could, ignoring the concerns of anybody who walked by and asked what happened to you.
They didn’t understand.
None of them would understand.
Because only he knew what caused this.
Because he did this to you.
His guilt only grew when you eventually lost consciousness right as he finished, and he was oddly stoic as he quietly ordered the medical team to get a stretcher, operators, and medications ready.
It was all he could do to keep himself from breaking down in front of them.
..............
Hours later you came to and woke up in a bed. You sat up a little, recognizing your surroundings as the medical bay built within the colony. It was definitely more spacious than the infirmary back on the Invincible II, with your own individual room.
As you took in the scents of clean chemicals, you realized you were just in your uniform pants and sleeveless white undershirt. You looked at the bandage on your arm, covering your wound from fingers to shoulder. It wasn’t hurting anymore, thank goodness.
Though..it left you thinking about Mark and wondering if he was doing alright.
Then as if a higher being from above heard you, the door opened and you saw your head engineer stumble in with a glass of water. His gaze was downcast, refusing to meet your eyes; not even as he shakily set the cup down on the small table (which also held flowers native to the planet and get-well-soon notes). A few water droplets spilled, but that was the least of your worries.
Instead you watched Mark as he sat in the chair by your bedside, his head still bowed. “M-Morning cap, can I...get you anything else?”
He was very much not alright.
His voice sounded so monotone, yet so broken at the same time.
This was exactly what you dreaded. So you tried to be gentle with your wording so he didn’t think you were upset with him.
“I’m okay, thank you Mar-”
But before you could finish saying his name..he broke down into tears, hands rubbing at his face as he sobbed quietly. “Wh-Why...Why didn’t you tell me...I..I did this to you?!”
“I didn’t want you to worry.” You frowned with guilt. “It’s my own fault for letting it get this bad. You have every right to be mad at me.”
“..h-how could I ever be mad at you when I’m the reason you got infected i-in the first place?” With a tearful voice he finally looked up at you, face tinted red and eyes puffy. “You didn’t give yourself that s-scar...i-it was my fault..”
Your heart broke further as he choked out those words. Those exact same words he said about the warp core..
Indeed, it was a traumatic experience for both of you. Especially for him, knowing he’s hurt you several times and tried blaming you for all the problems he caused..thinking you were betraying him and the universe and...
But he just sniffled and looked at you directly. “The doctors..brought down the swelling and removed those blisters. Th-They said your arm would still be functional. Might take a few days, though..”
“That’s still good news.” You nodded softly.
“Yeah. Celci was going on and on about how lucky you were..not to need an amputation. God, I..I-I can’t even imagine if that had to happen because of me.” He laughed tearfully, voice breaking into sobs again. “I-Imagine me screwing up that badly, huh? Wouldn’t that be funny?”
Shaking your head, you sat up more to hug him, unable to bear seeing him this upset. And you let him cry into your non-infected shoulder as you held him as tight as you could.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, [y/n].” He didn’t mean to say your actual name, but he was so crushed by the “what ifs” and felt this gut-wrenching heartache inside of him--the fear of losing you or being the reason you lost a limb eating him alive. In this moment, saying your name felt natural.
“It’s alright, Mark. I forgive you.” You patted his back. Even if you only had one good arm left, you’d still give the best hugs that you possibly could to this man.
“Y-You’d still forgive me if-?”
“Of course. Neither of us could’ve known it could infect me like this. And if I needed that procedure to save my life, then..that’s fine. I’ll learn to live with it. Besides, I could get myself a cool robot arm.”
You heard him laugh a little bit through his tears, his stubble tickling your skin. ‘At least he’s feeling better now.’ You sighed softly in relief as you stroked his hair absentmindedly.
He gazed at you tiredly, a smile on his lips; though he did something unexpected as he pulled you closer and rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You were flustered, but shut your eyes, too, holding onto each other for a few moments.
After some time Mark pulled away, taking your hands. “[Y/n], there’s something I’ve..been meaning to tell you.” He cleared his throat. ”I was so terrified to lose you, both today and in that wormhole-warp core fiasco. I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to say this, so I’m going to right now: I...may or may not have...f-feelings for you that you may or may not reciprocate...?” He murmured quietly, averting his gaze.
Even he sounded unsure of himself, thinking this was too unprofessional.
Maybe it wasn’t the right time, but he was so afraid that there wouldn’t be a “next time”. Anything could happen to him or you or the crew tomorrow or tonight...with all you’ve been through there’s been missed opportunities and no second chances for some things.
And this was a huge risk he was taking--a risk that could end with him being heartbroken and you never looking at him as anything but a head engineer.
Yet when he nervously looked up at you, all he could see was your warm smile, feeling your hands tighten around his.
And in that moment he found no reason to fear or doubt you anymore.
Because you felt the same.
#clanask#anonymous#iswm x reader#in space with markiplier x reader#iswm 2 x reader#space mark x reader#head engineer mark x reader#captain yn#angst#hurt/comfort
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oh now, holding this pain
just like on the day I left you alone
the pain grows more every day
endlessly before me, like deja vu
hi. my name is Isa Capi and I refuse to sleep once again lol
my brain is so weird for wanting to be depressed on a rainy November night like tonight. in the Philippines. it’s the perfect kind of night to get cozy and sleep. if I didn’t want to sleep, I would have rather worked on some college assignments, but my brain doesn’t want to work either! what the heck 🧍
well, since my brain doesn’t want to sleep nor work and I don’t want to be depressed, I am now making a compromise by making something my brain and I can agree on: writing a vent-comfort drabble. this has happened before with my first Tagalog-written drabble and it worked well as a distraction from Being Mentally Ill™ lmao
without further ado, here is the drabble.
⏳ WRITING START : 11-17-2022
⌛ WRITING END : 11-28-2022
#️⃣ WORD COUNT : roughly 2.1k words
🏷️ TAGS : post-ISWM, Captaineer (The Captain/Head Engineer Mark), angst to comfort, holy shit veeery angsty now that I think about it, the Captain is Tired, we have Impostor Syndrome and it's Horrible, I am once again reiterating angst to comfort
⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS AND HEADS-UP :
dabbles into what having a horrible and intrusive mental state feels like with impostor syndrome.
colored text (particularly colored red and blue) has been utilized for a visually immersive reading experience.
reader discretion is advised. in other words: read at your own risk.
“Good work today, everyone. You are all dismissed.”
You watch as everyone leaves the conference room, satisfied smile still enduring on your face. Once the last of the head officers and their assistants have left, you finally let yourself collapse slowly to the floor, barely leaning on the wall as you did so.
You’re tired.
You are so overwhelmingly tired — exhausted, even.
Then again, who wouldn’t be, after jumping through countless of lifetimes and endangering countless lives?
Who wouldn’t be beyond exhausted carrying unfathomable guilt while leading the first human colony outside of your own solar system and galaxy?
Good God, you didn’t think it would come to this.
You didn’t even think you’d even be here at all.
You curl into a ball from your previous sitting position, hugging your knees to yourself as you close your eyes.
How did you get here?
A lot of thoughts zoom by your mind as you sit there in the conference room, alone beside the door while contemplating your life decisions.
You were given this role of Captain because the world’s authorities thought of you worthy, but were they right to trust you with the Invincible?
Do they know about how much you had managed to screw up the multiverse?
How did you even get here?
Did you even deserve to be here?
You couldn’t trust your own mind at this point. Intrusive thoughts become louder by the second, making you hold your head as you shake it. “No, no, shut up,” you whisper to yourself. “I deserve to be here. I worked so hard and so well that I was entrusted here. They saw me fit. I deserve to be here.”
You reassure yourself, but your attempts feel futile as the intrusive voices in your head speak ever louder and more erratically. No, you don’t, they retort. You just faked your way into becoming Captain like the impostor you are. You’re a fail YOU FAILED!– failure and you’re undeserving of being Captain. WHO ARE YOU, REALLY? They should have put you down when they had the chance. You shouldn’t be here– who are you to be here?
You’re very aware of how it’s becoming worse — you should be having this breakdown in your room, in your personal space. You want to berate yourself for not having left the conference room earlier, but you decide against it as you try to get up, leaning on the wall for support before moving forward to the long table in the room. Your mental state has worsened your breathing, your once normal rhythm now quickened into panicked breaths. You try to take a deep breath before turning to the door–
“Captain?”
–where you see your Head Engineer, looking at you with worry clearly showing on his face.
“Mark,” You try to smile, but you’re self-aware of how it isn’t quite hiding your pain. “I was just about to leave. Did you forget something?”
Mark blinks as he looks around the empty conference room before worriedly looking back at you. “No, I– I was looking for you, Cap. Are you okay? How long have you been here?”
You softly (and yet, bitterly) chuckle at Mark’s response about finding you. You shake your head slowly as you say, “I’m fine, Mark. I haven’t been here too long. I was just about to leave.”
You mentally pick yourself up — it feels like carrying more than one dead body for you, and this is just you picking yourself up — and you try to make it seem like you’re not slowly staggering as you exit the conference room, but then you hear Mark say,
“I remember, Captain.”
You stop just at the doorway.
“…what do you mean you remember, Mark?”
You are now turned to him, seeing his face darken with trauma and regret.
“Everything,” Mark answers, his voice deep with remorse. “I– I remember how we kept jumping into universe from universe, and I– God, I thought it was you, but I– it was all me, Cap. It was me–”
“No,” you sternly interrupt him despite your current mental state. “It wasn’t just you. You may have built the Warp Core, but I was the one making rash decisions. I was the one who put everyone in the multiverse at risk. I put everyone on the line and I was the one who hurt everyone, including you.”
Mark is baffled with the way you’re owning up to what happened. “But you–”
“But I’m nothing!” You suddenly burst out, unable to stop the tears beginning to flow and stream down your face.
This takes Mark back, baffled and shocked as you unravel in front of him.
“I was the one entrusted with the lives of every single person on this ship,” You continue, “and that’s including you! Do you know how that feels, carrying that responsibility?! I was supposed to keep everyone safe, and I was supposed to make sure we all get through the journey unharmed, but I– but I–!”
You stop. You realize you’re unraveling.
You realize that you’re unraveling in front of your Head Engineer.
You realize that you’re unraveling in front of the only other person who knows about what happened.
He didn’t deserve to see you like this, not when you’re the same person who continuously looked for him; not when you were the one who persevered through lifetime to lifetime, hopeful that you could stop him from repeating his same mistake that destroyed the multiverse and trapped it into a destructive loop.
He didn’t deserve to see you like this.
He didn’t deserve to see you like this at all.
In fact, he shouldn't have to see you, his Captain, unraveling so messily like this.
You scoff; and then, you let out a bitter laugh.
“Ha… haha…” Your voice resounded, broken and unsure as your eyes darkened with your bitter smile. “I’m… I apologize for my outburst. That was… that was really unbecoming of me. I should go now.”
You turn to finally leave, but you feel a hand hold yours, halting your departure once more.
“Don’t…” Mark begins, trailing off. “Don’t go yet.”
You don’t move. You don’t even turn to look at him when you say, “Let me go.”
“No.” Your Head Engineer deadpanned, voice solid and stern. “I’m not letting you go.”
You turn your head a little, as if leaning to look. You don’t, however, as you refuse to see him.
“Let me go, Mark.”
“No. I’m here, Captain. I’m here, holding on to you, and I’m not letting you go.”
You suddenly remember when you held him back from the wormhole.
He was begging you to let him go, to let him fix what he thought was your mistake — but you knew how it was all him, and that even his older self knew he needed you to stop him. You spent lifetime after lifetime letting him slip through your hands until you finally, finally got ahold of him and never let him go.
It seems the tables have turned.
“Why…?” You weakly ask, voice barely above a whisper. “You know. You know how I put everyone in the multiverse at stake. I put everyone at stake and I treated it like a game. I was horrible for that and you know it.”
Mark could only shake his head, beyond baffled at what he was hearing from you. “What?! Captain, no! I don’t think of you that way, not anymore. Nobody thinks of you that way–”
“Well, I do!” You finally admit, turning so quickly to him that you feel a little dizzy. “I finally realize why you and Lady resented me so much, and– God, I didn’t see it, but I killed so many people– so many dead, and it was all because I thought we were just starting over!”
At this point, you’re sure you look much like a mess. Your hair is unruly from the way you held your head earlier, and your eyes are flowing with tears — tears that have long stained your cheeks and flowed until they drop to the floor. Snot is beginning to run down your nose. You’re sure you’re far from pretty and/or handsome.
You’re far from pretty and/or handsome.
Even so, Mark can’t help but love you more anyway.
“I thought…” You speak again, catching his attention once again. “I thought that… I thought if I find you, if I find you and hold on… I thought it would stop. And I was right– older you was right, even– and we restored the multiverse.”
Your eyes drop to the floor, closing them as you remember all those bodies — all those corpses — that came out of the wormhole for every time you died and/or jumped into another universe.
All those corpses.
All those lives.
All those people– dead because of you.
“We restored the multiverse, Mark,” you state to him, but your voice has become more broken as you hold back a sob before looking at him in the eyes.
“We restored it, Mark, but what did it cost?
What did my foolishness cost?”
You couldn’t stand anymore — not when you’re already falling apart. You had half the mind to lean onto the wall before sliding down to the floor again. You don’t care about appearances anymore; it’s just you and your Head Engineer, anyway. You try to take deep breaths as haunted memories flash in your mind. You close your eyes and put your gloved hands over them as an attempt to stop seeing such flashbacks, but you can still see it all like a waking nightmare.
The fact that you can still remember almost clearly makes you whimper.
You don't feel it at first, but Mark had crouched to level with you, hands reaching to your shoulders. Before you know it, you find yourself in your Head Engineer's arms, wrapped in his warm embrace.
Mark hugging you feels very comforting — grounding, even. The voices in your head begin to die down, and the intrusive nightmarish distortion of your memories start to fade as your mind relaxes. Your breathing slows, and you find yourself leaning more to your Head Engineer as he carefully cradles and comforts you.
His voice is soft when he speaks.
“You know, Captain,” he begins somberly, “I'm really glad you held on to me.”
What he said makes you look at him with your tired, cried-out eyes.
“...what makes you say that?”
Mark sighs as he gently strokes your hair, closing his eyes as he thinks back to the loop. “Well, I was just making the same mistake after all,” he reasons out. “I remember catching wind of that.”
You remember when his older self realized it back in the diner, telling you that you had to stop his younger self. “Oh... you remember that, don't you?”
He chuckles bittersweetly. “Yeah, somewhat...”
You chuckle with him, subconsciously glad that you can recall the events of the wormhole without your mind twisting it maliciously.
“I kind of remember when I hoped that you'd stop me,” he admits, voice soft as he recalls the time. “I don't think I was consciously hoping, though... but that Warp Crystal always found you, didn't it?”
What he just said makes you think.
For every loop reset, you come back to a sabotaged ship. You recall when you do reach the door to the Warp Core Chamber and how the Warp Core was looking for a suitable host and how it always said suitable host located when it scans you.
“With that said, Captain,” Mark begins, taking you out of your reverie. “You're not as horrible as you think. In fact, I believe you really are the best of us, because you never gave up on your crew — you never gave up on me.”
Your Head Engineer gently takes your face by the chin, making you look him in the eyes as you sniff. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying, cheeks stained with all the tears that have been flowing. You're evidently vulnerable, and Mark takes it upon himself to take care of you for the time being.
“You never gave up on us, so don't give up on yourself, Cap,” he softly states, “because I believe in you just as much as you believed in me.”
You feel your heart ache and you cry even more — but now you gratefully smile.
“Mark, thank you,” you say, voice weak and cracked. “Really, thank you.”
He reflects your smile sincerely as he chuckles. “I should be thanking you, Captain. But yeah... you're welcome.”
The both of you stay there, cuddled up together on the floor as you steady yourself and your breaths. You lean onto your Head Engineer's shoulder as he cradles you, hugging you and holding your head. Your intrusive thoughts have all died down now, and all that's left in your headspace is a sense of comfort and contentment. You finally feel at peace with yourself.
Whatever had happened is all in the past now,
and you've never been more glad that you experienced it all with him.
P.S. I really meant to utilize the colored text more specially to simulate the Captain's headspace post-ISWM.
I like to think that post-ISWM, they build their new colony, they start having doubts about themself, which slowly and eventually leads to nightmarish distortions of their memories. It then develops into a horrible state of mind — hence the red and blue. You can say they're like… glitches. Errors, if you will.
Oh, and you know how, in a distant place in the multiverse, we are part of an amalgamated being that glitches red and blue? How their red is often passionate rage, and their blue is often a calculated calm? Yeah.
Anyway, writing this helped me feel better, even if for a little bit. I've been feeling horrible about myself lately (hence this entire fic lmao) so it's nice to let it out somehow. This was cathartic.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed reading this.
The divider used in this is a cropped photo of steil egil liland's Blac Blue and Green.
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