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cozyenigma · 3 months

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Sleepless

(Hope this was what you envisioned!)

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Request?- Yes

Summary- Late nights in space weren't out of the norm. Everyone dealt one way or another but it was easier when you had someone to pass the time with

Warnings- None

Insomnia wasn't a unique problem aboard the invincible two. Even with artificial day night cycles it was still a struggle to adjust to sleeping in space. You frequently found your crew trying to mitigate it as best they could, in their own ways.

Burt was probably the only one who actually tried to sleep on a schedule. Making sure his tea stash was stocked in the mess hall was always a wise choice. He was quiet at the best of times and even more so when he was short on sleep.

On the other hand, you had Celci. She had a meticulous plan in place for herself. Being the head of cryostasis probably had something to do with that. She limited her caffeine intake, screen time past a certain point, and certain foods entirely. Despite that, it wasn't uncommon to see her working into the wee hours of the morning. Or what should've been morning by earth standards. The stubborn scientist always reasoned that there was always more work to do so she ought to make herself useful.

Gunther... Well, so long as he had free access to a shooting range he kept that particular problem to himself.

You sighed, running a hand down your face as you walked down the hall. There wasn't much of a need to have a night crew with the planet right beneath you so it was blessedly silent. What you kept coming back to was late night walks. It let your mind and your body wander and, ideally, wear themselves out.

Your footsteps echoed softly as you neared the bridge. The usual silence you expected, however, was broken by soft snoring sounds. They only had you pause for a moment before continuing into the bridge.

His legs were poking out from under the console. Tools were scattered about his sleeping form, a wrench still loosely grasped in one hand. You shook your head and approached. Mark was the type to keep going until his body gave out on him, insomnia or no. Gently as you could, you reached out and shook his leg.

Mark jerked awake and lurched upwards, directly into the console. You winced at the clang and Marks following curses.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?"

Clambering out from underneath the machinery, Mark looked up at you, still holding his forehead. "Captain? Why're you still up?"

You couldn't help but snort. "Pot calling the kettle black much?"

Brushing his tools aside, Mark stood up. "I wasn't up till a few seconds ago actually, thanks for that."

He brushes his hands off on his pants, giving you a knowing look. "And you still haven't answered the question."

Already you had similar snark locked and loaded to throw back and yet... You paused, looked out of the window at the expanse of space and the small, small ball you all risked your lives to get to.

"The usual," you said eventually. "Bonus nightmares included." You ignored how Marks expression softened at that. "I was just- trying to walk and clear my head is all. You?"

A long pause. A sigh. "About the same. I didn't even try to go to bed so, think you got that one on me. One of the crew mentioned the display had been glitching out so," he lightly kicked at the console, "here I am."

The laugh that came out of you then wasn't amused as much as it was just tired. "I'd say glad to know I'm not the only one but I kinda hoped you were doing better than I was at least."

Kicking his tools out of the way, Mark goes to sit down against the console, facing the window. "We're a team in all things, Captain. Even the fucked up nightmare department."

He pats the floor next to him and you take the invitation, sidling up next to him. The two of you both watch the planet below in silence. Tomorrow the efforts to establish a colony below would begin in earnest. Before this, the idea would have filled you with excitement. Now though... you were just tired. Mentally and physically you were exhausted and you were keenly aware of how much you needed the sleep for the day to come.

"You think they're doing okay?" Your confusion must've been obvious since Mark continued, "Back on Earth, I mean. What do you think they're doing back there?"

"I don't know... Probably just- living their lives, I guess," you muttered, looking back outside.The thought never occurred to you. That sort of peaceful normalcy with lifetimes, light years behind you now.

"I dont know," he sighed, "I just keep thinking what I'd be doing right now if I wasn't- hurtling through space, yknow?"

You hummed and nodded. Hesitant, you asked, "Do you- if you could go back and never take this job on, do something else, would you?"

When he looks at you then there's a faraway look to his eyes you'd never seen before. Well... one you'd only seen one other time. "...At the end of the day... No," he murmurs. "No I don't think I would. Knowing what all I do now. I'd do a lot of stuff differently but not that. I know one way or another I'd end up out here, in space."

You're almost relieved when he looks away from you again. Then you feel him knock his shoulder into yours."

Besides, someone needs to keep you on track, Captain."

You snort despite yourself. Knocking him back just has the two of you in a vicious game of trying to push the other over. By the end of it you're both laughing like only the sleep deprived can. An idea abruptly popped into your head and you would blame the sleeplessness that made you act on it almost immediately.

Shifting, you laid down and placed your head squarely in the middle of Marks lap. You could feel him stiffen underneath you.

"Uh-"

"You're a good pillow, shush."

After a moment he relaxes again, setting his hand on your arm. "Alright, whatever you say, captain."

You yawned, shaking your head. "When are you gonna stop calling me that?"

"Whenever you're not my captain anymore. Which I don't see happening anytime soon."

"Kiss ass," you muttered.

There's a finger poking you in the cheek. "Only if you ask nicely."

That sent you sputtering, turning to see him looking down at you with a similar expression. You could already see the blush darkening his cheeks and feel the same on yours.

"Uh-"

"Can we-"

You both stop. Then, Mark continued, "We're gonna just blame that on the no sleep."

"Yeah that- that sounds good."

There's an awkward silence after that. One where you just stubbornly stare out of the window and try not to think too hard about the man you're with. Eventually, that fades as the exhaustion sweeps over you again. You'd scoot back into him, the back of your head resting against his stomach now, and sighed.

At some point Mark would start idly rubbing his thumb across your arm. The presence of another person, the warmth of it, was enough for you to finally close your eyes.

When your crew mates both found you passed out on the bridge, they left you alone for a while. Not before some pictures were taken to commemorate the occasion of course but the two of you could use some shut eye.

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gogglleskun · 1 year

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He's rad

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cecespuffs · 2 years

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i made a complete reference sheet for our favorite head engineer! i'm fairly confident that i got everything but i'm not the most observant person so i apologize if i missed anything .. regardless i hope this makes drawing him a little bit easier !!

* some additional notes, courtesy of @flufflecat (ty bernie!!!) - the jumpsuit he's wearing is a standard nomex flight suit

it's flame resistant & has a knife pocket on the inside of the left leg! as for the gloves, they seem to be some variant of these

but the exact brand is still unknown. nonetheless, enjoy! crediting isn't necessary but it would be v pog

#this was quite fun to make actually #i might make the others #iswm #in space with markiplier #space mark #engineer mark #iswm character sheets

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i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this · 2 years

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

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

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

Capture the moment ( ISWM Mark X Captain)

+Main 3 crew simping for the captain

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

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

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

Thanks for requesting anon <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gunther after laughing at Mark, turned to Burt asking,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone one else murmured agreements.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ I think I love them.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Did you mean it?” you asked,

“ Mean what?” he questioned

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

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

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

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

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

“CLICK”

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

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

You let out a groan and say,

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

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

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

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sybersepticeye · 1 year

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#random pics from my camera roll #markiplier #iswm #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #damien the mayor #space mark

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jimminent-peril · 2 years

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The universe is playing out how it should, Captain.

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#markiplier #iswm #in space with markiplier #iswm meme #wilford #wilford warfstache #warfstache #engineer mark #engineer!mark #space mark #space!mark

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gumycandyyy · 1 year

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“You need help.”

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-An Engineer!Mark x reader oneshot-

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Gn!reader

Summary: Captain wakes up in the loop once again, and is sick of their choices being obsolete. They just need some comfort, and the only person nearby is Mark.

Content warnings: Slight? Mental breakdown, Some self-deprecating thoughts, Captain talks (but only a little,) Mark being a golden retriever, tell me if I missed any.

(2nd POV)

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“Current ship status: ABSOLUTELY CATASTROPHIC.”

You cursed in your head as you jolted awake, hearing the robotic voice of the computer. You slammed open the door of your cryo-pod with a grimace. You couldn’t even catch a break.

You thought it’d surely be over when you fell asleep, that it would be the end. You had grown old on a new planet, watched over everything, not realizing that your entire life there would be erased. Every choice you made to get there led right back here, on this God forsaken ship. As the reality of what seemed to be your entire future hit you, you sank slowly to the ground. This is your entire future. You’re never going to get out of this loop. ‘You’re the captain!’ you heard an imaginary voice yell, ‘You shouldn’t act like this! You have a crew to protect. You have to save them, not cry on the floor. What an idiotic choice. You’re no fit to be in power.’ You brought your gloved hand up to your eyes, trying (and failing) to dry your tears as you backed yourself into a corner.

You’re stuck in a time-loop, you surely have enough time for whatever this is. Stuck. With no way to exit the loop, no way to leave, no way to die, no way to stay dead.

“Captain?”

You jolted, realizing Mark was now there. He looked down at you with a look of confusion, followed by shock. His beloved Captain was crying? The strong and persevering Captain that he looked up to, was now down on the floor, in a metaphorical puddle of guilt and sadness. “Captain, what are you doing?” Said Mark, as he bent down on his knees to your level.

You just dug your face further into your knees, hugging yourself as you ignored the man in front of you. “Captain, you need to tell me what’s going on.” Said Mark, with a worried expression. “Captain, I- ... I want to help you, I-” He stopped, carefully thinking over his words. “I need to help you... You need help.”

Those words.

Those three damned words.

‘You need help.’

You choked back a sob, your barriers breaking. You reached for Mark, needing some form of comfort. He seemed a little surprised, but he hugged back nonetheless. You clung to him as if he were going to disappear at any moment, which was very likely, seeing how everything going on around you seemed to be working against you.

Mark snapped you out of your anguish by running his hands along your back. You dug your face into the crook of his neck to ground yourself, and to make sure you didn’t fall back into despair. “Mark..” you said against his skin, in barely a whisper. He hummed in response, as a signal that he was listening. “Thank you...”

“Captain, I- you don’t need to-”

“Please..” you whispered. He got the message and stopped talking. “Thank you for being here. if it wasn’t for you, I’d- I’d have no idea what to do, you’ve done so much for me, I- I don’t even think I’d-”

Mark shushed you this time. “Just.. Just breathe.” He softly said. “I’m here, and I’m not gonna let go.” He ran his fingers through your hair, softly, as if you were as fragile as paper. He held you closer, the friction between your bodies soothing you. by then you had calmed down considerably, your breathing returning to normal. The two of you were still in a heap on the floor, but honestly, you preferred to stay like that.

Mark loosened his grip slightly, shifting your bodies to face each other. When he succeeded, he gently pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m.. I’m here for you, ok?” Said Mark, with pure affection laced in the tone of his voice. You placed your hand against his cheek, noticing the reddish-pink tint on Mark’s face. You smiled lightly, placing a peck on the tip of Mark’s nose. He let out a small, almost unnoticeable noise that could only be described as pure, absolute, joy.

you rested your head on Mark’s shoulder, finally feeling at peace. If only you could feel this forever...

But you couldn’t.

You felt Mark’s body slowly disappear, and opened your eyes. seeing a small gold-ish light gradually come towards you. You knew what this meant, so you gradually stood up, and walked towards it. you looked behind you, seeing nothing but darkness. “I’m gonna count this as a happy ending...” You quietly breathed. Smiling slightly, you walked back into the light.

“Current ship status: ABSOLUTELY CATASTROPHIC.”

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thattiredanimator1t0mblr · 2 years

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Oooh, ISWM's an option for requests, huh? Um… feel like writing some Engineer!Mark x Captain sweetness~? I am an insatiable Captaineer enjoyer.

Sure! Also same XD, but this is gonna be very short, 🥲

Engineer/space mark x captain!gn!reader (very small Drabble)

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5 more minutes.

That’s what you told your beloved boyfriend and engineer, 5 more minutes of cuddle time. You told yourself, neither of you cared if someone walked in. Because it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the sweet sweet cuddle time you got with mark. Both of you had been working day and night, and had no time for each other. But today, today was a great day, you both took a break from work, just to lay down and cuddle.

5 more minutes.

That’s what my beloved captain and partner said, 5 more minutes of cuddle time. They could say 5 years more cuddle time and I would do it, I didn’t care if someone walked in. I don’t think they cared either, it didn’t matter. What mattered was we were having cuddle time together, we both had been working a lot. I still feel a bit guilty for not taking time off before, but today was just lazy day. Where we could just cuddle, and watch as the day go by.

5 more minutes.

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echo-echo31 · 2 years

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| Egos + Driving Headcanons |

No one asked for this I'm just having a *moment*.

DARK 🖤

Doesn't need to drive of course, but who can deny the effect of rolling up in a jet black classic car?

He doesn't even control the car itself, just uses his void powers.

Is the original Dramatic Goth Bitch™.

ACTOR 🌹

Owns several cars, all of which are one of a kind and ridiculously expensive.

All of them have personalised number plates (because he's That Guy) but they're all to do with you, as his S.O.

Crimson red interiors with varnished maghony finishings. God help anyone who drop crumbs.

YANCY 🎵

Doesn't do cars.

It takes ages for him to admit to you that it's because he messed up his test and was too afraid to fail again.

He does, however, own a motorbike.

Takes you out on it with you hugging his torso whilst the wind rips past you.

One time whilst you were chilling, eating chicken in the parking lot, he turned to face you so that his legs were astride the seat, and placed your legs so they were basically straddling him.

You lost interest in the food after that.

ILLINOIS 🔥

You didn't even know he could drive before you had to reach a remote dig site and he rented stole a jeep.

He drives stick, which has no right to be as attractive as it is.

Also once he did that THING were he held your headrest whilst reversing and dear LORD it was damn near erotic.

SPACE/ENGINEER 🚀

The future got rid of human driven cars decades ago.

Mark does, however, know how to pilot the Invincible. He did design her, after all.

One day when you're bickering lovingly about the correct way to drive, he comes up behind you and holds your hands in his, guiding your steering and whispering little praises into your ear.

The legend of how the crew once saw the Captain blush is told in the cafeteria to this day.

MURDOCK 🔪

One needs something with which to dispose the bodies.

He's not one of those common criminals that will travel round in a dirty van.

The aesthetic of heeled black boots stepping out of a deep purple Cadillac is much more fitting for a serial killer.

PORNIPLIER

He'll take you for a ride alright 😏

#markiplier egos #headcanons #echo writes #yancy #darkiplier #illinois #actor mark #murdock #porniplier #space mark #the headrest thing is badically pornography and you cant convince me otherwise

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nevadancitizen · 2 years

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“apologies”

synopsis: after dying for the nth time, you finally get some alone time with mark to apologize for everything you’ve done.

word count: 1.6k

characters: head engineer! mark, captain! reader, doc mitchell from “fallout: new vegas” MWAOICNOV

trigger warnings: guns, infinite time loop, mark and reader being shot and dying but then being not dead

notes: i literally wrote this in two days while high as fuck and still am god bless markipler

The first thing you felt was Mark’s body underneath you, his chest slowly rising and falling. Your close proximity would’ve been very comfortable if not for the second thing you felt: unimaginable pain shooting from the side of your head down into your spine. It was as if lightning had taken up residence in your brain, but was still looking for suitable locations in the rest of your body.

There were men arguing. Shouldn’t you be able to hear them? Their words were more like boiling water under a pot lid, the muttering of something you can’t quite hear.

Mark shifted underneath you. You felt the pain start to subside. Don’t misunderstand, the pain was still very real and still very much torturous: it was just that you had started to get used to the feeling of an electric drill being taken to your brain.

“Captain? Captain, what’s happening?” Mark said. He started to struggle, kicking his feet against the ground in an attempt to sit up. He only stopped when you started cursing at him.

“Hey, cut the gas!” a voice cut through the fog of pain. “I don’t wanna listen to you whine.”

“Really?” another voice said. “You gonna talk ‘em to death before you shoot ‘em?”

You managed to turn your head just far enough to see who was talking. There were three men, one dressed in a checkered suit, the two others dressed in dirty leather clothes and bandannas. They were talking amongst themselves, but still kept an eye on you and Mark.

Slowly, you rested your head back on Mark’s body while still facing the men. “Mark, do you know them?”

“No,” Mark said. “I… I don’t.”

“I said to quit talking,” the man in the checkered suit said.

The man on his left turned to him and fidgeted with his fingernails. “Would you just get it over with?”

Checkered-suit didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder. “Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain’t a fink, dig?”

You looked at him in disbelief. What was this man even trying to say? Were the other two men Khans? What the hell were Khans, anyway?

Your attention was brought back to checkered-suit when he pulled a shiny poker chip out of his inside breast pocket. Something about that chip was familiar. You felt Mark’s breath hitch underneath you. He must’ve recognized it, too.

Checkered-suit looked at the chip, turning and looking at it from different angles in his hand. “You’ve made your last delivery, kids. Sorry you both got twisted up in this scene.”

The two other men were almost balking at him, waiting impatiently for something to happen. Checkered-suit put the chip back and pulled out a gun.

You knew what they were waiting for.

“From where you’re layin’, it must seem like an eighteen-carat run of bad luck.”

The man on the left looked away. You weakly grasped at Mark’s coveralls. Mark grabbed your wrist back. Checkered-suit readied his aim.

“The truth is… the game was rigged from the start.”

You could barely register the shots that rang out before you crashed into the unknown black.

Waking up, still drunk from dying, wasn’t the best experience. The ceiling swam and your head throbbed even worse than before. The lightning had moved in and created a beautiful little family for itself.

A hand grasped your own. You hummed at the touch before shooting up, tearing your hand away.

You were laid in a tiny bed next to Mark. He was between awake and asleep, groaning and screwing up his eyes at the light. His hand was, apparently, searching for yours. It stopped searching after a few seconds. A dirty and bloodied bandage was wrapped around his head. You reached up and touched your own bandage, skimming your fingers over the gauze.

Had the man really shot you? Had he dared to shoot Mark?

There were footsteps behind you. You turned to see an older man, his hands up, approaching the bed.

“You’re awake,” the man said. “How about that.”

You looked at him and tried to talk. Your tongue was concrete in your mouth and your teeth were hot, molded-together plastic.

Your eyes darted around the room frantically. You started to get up, but the man rushed over and pushed you back down.

“Woah, easy there, easy,” he said. “You both been out cold a couple days now. Why don’t you relax a second, get your bearings? Maybe your friend will wake up too.”

You tried humming words and mouthing them for a second. Eventually, you managed to rasp out a “yeah.”

Mark would’ve looked peaceful while he slept if not for the excessive bruising and bandaging. How did he survive a bullet to the head? Hell, how did you?

“I’m Doc Mitchell,” the man said. “We’re in a town called Goodsprings. Now, I hope you don’t mind, but I had to go rootin’ around in your noggin to get all the bits of lead out. Some animal banged on my window and I nearly lobotomized the other one.”

Doc Mitchell laughed until it seemed like he realized that he actually could’ve lobotomized Mark. It wasn’t funny anymore.

Still, it didn’t really shock you to hear that you had died. Again. You hummed, tracing Mark’s jaw. He sighed at the touch, leaning into it ever so slightly. You really hoped he would wake up: sure, you had seen him die many times now, but it never gets any easier. Both of you were lucid and awake for every death, fully aware of every second of suffering. It might be labeled selfish, but you didn’t want Mark to die. You didn’t want to die.

“Anyway. I take pride in my needlework, but you better tell me if I left anything outta place,” Doc Mitchell said. There was an unsaid suggestion that said he might’ve stabbed you insane.

You tapped the palm of your hand with the side of the other in a sign telling him to stop. Mark hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, just writhed so weakly on the bed. Why was this man so eager to get you up and running? So he could say that his operation to bring people back from the dead had a fifty-fifty chance of success?

“Leave,” you rasped out. “We need… privacy.”

Doc Mitchell looked to the side and sighed. “Well… I guess I could leave you alone for a few minutes. I just need to check in to make sure that you don’t die.”

You nodded and watched him leave the room, which actually wasn’t really a room because the whole house was connected. But still, you appreciated he didn’t mention that.

Mark huffed in his somewhat-awake-sleep. It seemed like he was trying to wake up, like the jerky movements from his fingers were an attempt to say I’m alive, Captain, don’t mourn me just yet. You laid a hand on his chest and felt him breathe, then took him by his coveralls and shook him as hard as you could. A few pieces might come loose, but that would just make him the same way he was before.

“Mark, you idiot.” you strained your throat to say. “We die together or we don’t die at all. Wake up!”

Mark’s eyes flew open, then focused on you. He grabbed at your arms, patting them to make sure you were actually there. He tried to talk, but all that came out was strained gibberish.

“We got shot,” you said over his blubbering.

Mark stopped. He took his arms away from yours, and just sat, looking around at the room. Something was going on in that head of his – besides the slow healing of his brain, of course.

“We… got shot,” he repeated. His voice was as equally dry and raspy as yours. It almost hurt to hear. “And we’re still here?”

You nodded. “I think we should stay. For a while.”

Mark looked exhausted. He was still bloody and bruised from everything that supposedly happened in the past few days. He closed his eyes and leaned into you.

Tears started to brim at your eyes. You wrapped your arms around him and let your weight rest against him. Had this reality only come to fruition so you could realize what a shit job you’re doing at protecting your crew? Mark didn’t need to get shot for that.

“Captain,” Mark whispered, “I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Don’t,” you said. A tear slipped down your face and spattered on Mark’s coveralls. “Why are you trying to apologize? I’m sorry. Sorry for… for everything.”

The reasons you wanted to apologize wiggled and squirmed like a tapeworm on a hot skillet in your head. Their mouths were taped, practically glued shut, and yet they were still biting at their rusty-tasting lips, so that maybe they could say something through a little hole. But the tape was wide, and the glue had a grip of iron. Their mouths had grown shut.

You could apologize for everything in the world, and it still would not be enough. What had happened to you? Why can’t you just apologize?

“I want to go home,” you said instead. “Back on the ship. That’s home.”

Mark sucked in a breath and shuddered as he sobbed. His breath was hot against your neck, tears soaking into your coveralls. “We’re… we’re going home soon. Trust me, Captain.”

“Thank you, Mark.” you squeezed him tighter. “Truly, thank you.”

#riptide writes 🌊#my friends are getting tired of me talking about markiplier so tumblr is subjected to this torture instead #but i really do just want a hug from tha big man..#ALSO FUCK MACK!!!!!! MARK SUPREMACY #markiplier #in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm x reader #in space with markiplier x reader #markiplier x reader #engineer mark #engineer mark x reader #space mark #space mark x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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I once again would like to make y'all cry <3

#iswm 2 #space mark #head engineer mark #markiplier #markiplier edit #iswm 2 edit #my edits

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cozyenigma · 2 years

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Soft Spoken

Word Count- 961

Request?- Yes!

Summary- Being a captain in charge of such a large ship came with it’s challenges of course. Especially since you usually avoided the small talk.

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

The journey of the Invincible 2 was almost…

You didn’t want to say uneventful because nothing was ever truly that dull in space. That and the more suspicious on board would crucify you for inviting fate to prove you wrong. But with your arrival still fresh in your mind you hadn’t expected the flight to go this smoothly.

Nothing major had gone wrong in the ships systems. All of the crew and colonists were healthy and accounted for. Hell, even Mark and Celci’s animosity was at a low simmer.

The relative peace though invited… new problems. You were the newest on board and automatically the most interesting thing for a small period of time. The number of times you found yourself on the wrong side of polite but probing small talk were too many to count. It was sweet of them to want to get to know more about you but… a little uncomfortable. You were very thankful when the interest seemed to die down.

Only it very much did not.

You weren’t the most eloquent and you usually tried to get through the day without having to talk as much. This presented a challenge to your crew. You weren’t sure who started the betting pool, probably Gunther, but whoever got you to say the most words or at the highest volume won the pot. It was a bit of a curveball when you suddenly found yourself roped into conversations you should’ve had no part of.

“Hey captain, I tweaked the ADS, wanna see how many asteroids we can blow away?”

“Captain, what do you think of this equation? I can’t quite get it to balance out…”

“Rough are the hands that guide the weary… could you hand me the number 6 wrench?”

You managed to get through most with nods or soft, one-word answers. Being captain of a ship the size of the Invincible 2 carried certain responsibilities. You were prepared for that; you knew that realm. This was something else. A bit much. If another one of your crewmates came up to you and asked if you preferred the gray or the orange jumpsuit you didn’t know what you were going to do.

The betting pool came to an abrupt end a few evenings later.

The ship’s course on the way to a prospective colony planet was cut off by an asteroid belt. Much to Gunther’s dismay it was too thick for the ADS to punch through. The crew were gathered in the bridge room to try and come up with a solution.

“I’m just saying,” Gunther was getting annoyed at this point, gesturing to the display of the asteroids, “I haven’t met a problem I couldn’t blow up.”

Celci was rubbing at her temples. “For the fourth time, the size and amount of the asteroids are too much for the Invincibles’ guns to get through! How much do you think our shield can take?!”

“Who made you the expert on what my guns could handle?”

You sighed quietly. This was getting nowhere. Much as you hated it, you were the one who needed to keep the peace.

“Alright, shut up!”

That honor was taken from you by your head engineer. Mark had raised a hand, looking as annoyed as everyone else in the room. When he was satisfied he had everyone’s attention he turned back to the display.

“While you guys were going in circles,” he zoomed out, showing the asteroid belt in more detail, “I was plotting a new course.”

Celci rolled her eyes. “We’ve been over that too. We don’t have the luxury of a detour. That’s weeks worth of fuel.” Burt nodded along solemnly.

“Let me finish,” Mark waved a hand, moving the image to the left. “Here. This section of the belt is thinner. It’d take us a bit of maneuvering but we could squeeze through here. Concentrate the shields towards the bottom of the hull and let the ADS take care of the rest.”

The rest of the crew leaned in, peering at the image with open suspicion. “Looks like something already punched through,” Gunther murmured.

With another nod, Mark has the new course plotted out. “Probably a rouge asteroid or comet or- whatever, doesn’t matter, point is,” he pointed at the patch with emphasis, “this is our way through.”

Throughout the room there went up a few scattered mumbles of agreement. Begrudging though it was, everyone was on the same page. You felt a bit of pride rise in you as Mark looked to the rest of the crew. And then his eyes met yours. He gave you this small, almost hesitant smile. As the display ran through a simulated flight path, you walked over to him.

A soft pat to the shoulder and you said, in a voice just as gentle, “That was great, Mark. We’re lucky to have you.”

The surprise on his face was clear and not unexpected. The faint blush across his cheeks though, was. Mark rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “Aw, captain that’s- just got lucky is all.”

You simply shook your head and went to confirm the course.

You didn’t notice the rest of your crew openly gaping at Mark. He hadn’t gotten in on the betting pool and hadn’t even been trying. The pot, which you’d only hear secondhand later, included several hundred credits and one of Gunther’s own pistols. Mark had gleefully accepted his “hard earned” winnings with no small amount of showboating.

Neither of you had mentioned that you had told him something along those lines already. When you first emerged from the cryo pod, fresh off of stasis and still learning to function as a human being again.

“We’ll make it count this time, okay? You can do it.”

#space mark x reader #iswm #writersofmark #youtuber ego #space mark #head engineer mark #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #My writing

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gogglleskun · 1 year

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Silly

#iswm #iswm 2 #in space with markiplier 2 #in space with markiplier #iswm art #iswm fanart #in space with markiplier art #in space with markiplier part 2 #in space with markiplier fanart #head engineer #head engineer mark #space mark

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elenavr13 · 1 year

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Phantom

Engineer Mark x Captain

Warning: None

*a week after ISWM*

*Despite the crystal being removed from the Captain’s hand, they can still feel it.*

Y/N’S POV

Needles poke & jab at my skin under the thick, protective gloves. Pushing the tingling feeling to the back of my mind, I refocus my attention on the mission: return to my tent to retrieve some spare technical equipment to repair some of the damages the last electrical storm caused.

“Theses aren’t second chances. Every mistake has cost the lives of people who have trusted you.” Lady’s words ring in my head again. Like I had all the previous times today, I push the memories to the back of my mind & bottle up my anxiety so I don’t break.

Once in my tent, I head towards the boxes of spare parts that are temporarily residing in the corner of my quarters. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a blue light shining on the boxes. I follow the hue to the source. “Couldn’t afford to let you make another mistake.” Stinging pain spikes through my palm & wrist.

“No, no, no…” I screw my eyes shut yet when I open them again, the crystal is still embedded in my hand. My fingers rip my glove off of my left hand. To my dismay, the blue shard remains. Guilt burns in my chest as my head pounds hard against my skull. Warm streaks cascade down my cheeks, turning ice cold once they reach my jaw line.

“I don’t know if you’re evil or just stupid!” There is that voice. “How could you do this to us? We trusted you. I trusted you, Captain!” Betrayal stings my ears, burrowing into my heart.

“I’m sorry.” I whimper.

“It all comes down to bad leadership.” My palm throbs from the heat the crystal is generating. “You’ve let down your crew, friends…all of these people trusted you with their lives, gone…all because of you.” The voices back me into a corner of the room. Pain floods my hand from the crystal corroding my skin. I pry at the blue stone with my other hand.

“I can’t go back, please not again, not now.” My pleas are futile. I desperately try to remove the crystal but my suffering only worsens –just like whenever I tried to shut down the wormhole. Skin cells collect under my nails but still no progress. Red mixes with the blue light.

“You reckless, careless, idiotic monster!”

“Stop!” I can’t take it anymore. My knees collide with the floor before my back hunches over. Spasms wrack my body from me holding in any & all sound while I sob.

“Captain!” The voice frets. Suddenly two hands grasp my shoulders. “Captain, it’s okay. I’m here. What’s wrong?” Worry reflects off Mark’s eyes.

“I-I can’t go back, please.” I glance at my hand to see…no crystal. My tears stop from shock. It was just there.

Mark takes notice of my palm as well. “Captain, wh-what happened?” His fingers delicately cup my hand for a second before he dashes to the med kit near the entrance. He returns with a disinfecting wipe & gauze. “How did this happen?” I watch as he carefully holds my hand again to clean my scratches.

“I…it…the crystal, it…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just breathe. You’re safe now.” I scrunch my nose while he dabs the little blood away. Then gently, he wraps the gauze around my hand, hiding the large scar from where the crystal previously resided. “Better?” I nod. His thumbs brush the remaining tears off my cheeks. We remain in each other’s company in silence for a minute before Mark’s thoughts get the best of him. “Why didn’t you tell me the crystal left a scar?”

“Because I didn’t want to make you feel worse. You’re already going through too much as is. I didn’t want to rub it in that…it left a permanent mark.” His eyes fixate on my bandaged hand as memories most likely run through his head. “You don’t have to worry. It doesn’t really hurt.”

“Captain, don’t lie to me. I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re going through.”

Reluctantly, I loosely admit what occurred. “It occasionally burns like it would right before it would teleport me somewhere new & I…got scared that it would send me back.”

“Is it still burning?” I nod. Gently, his hand clasps around mine with a light squeeze. The throbbing gradually dissipates. “How about now?” A small smile pulls at my lips. With another squeeze the pain nearly subsides fully.

“It helps. Thank you.”

#iswm head engineer #iswm captain #iswm #in space with markiplier #markiplier ego x reader #youtuber ego #reader insert #space mark #markiplier

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