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Your Captain

Engineer Mark x gn!reader

Requested by Anon:

"Sweet! Can i request a angst and fluff fic with engineer mark? Where captain overworks themselves, not taking care of themselves at all, marks sees it but doesn't want to bother them too much about it

And eventually they get really sick and collapse infront of mark

With angst prompts #12 and #17 thank youuuu"

12. "You could have died."

17. "No, no, no, you can't close your eyes right now!"

Tbh this fic started as a completely different concept but I think it fit really well with this request so yah

Warnings: loss of identity, mentions of the warp core events, mentions of death, overworking, exhaustion, hurt/comfort, angst

Word Count: 3906

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The realization is slow. Not in the way a predator creeps on an unsuspecting victim. Nor in the way an illness would, slowly taking over your body and mind until you can no longer ignore your decreasing abilities. No. It’s not even noticeable at first. Little hints here and there, indicative of something bigger.

And then it dawned on you. Suddenly. Like a spark igniting a rampant fire.

It happened when you looked up. The sky was different here. Strange. Nothing like Earth’s. There were no constellations - at least not yet. Two moons circled and twirled around the planet. Your new home.

You had neglected to look up since you landed. You couldn’t blame anyone. There was simply too much to do - buildings in need of building, resources to discover and study, maps to draw up of the surrounding area. Not only that, you joined your leads wherever you could.

You assisted Celci as she and her team revived colonists. You welcomed each new citizen with a smile and Welcome to our new planet! All 100,000 of them. Celci told you to take a break, get a nap, eat something. You would argue that everyone deserved to be welcomed, and it helped you get a grasp on just how many carpenters, engineers, scientists, medics, gun hands and others there actually were. She gave you a worried and disapproving side eye, but she couldn’t do anything to stop you.

Gunther worked to set up a perimeter where the first buildings could be set up. You helped to plan out which buildings went where, and exactly where your borders should be laid. And when he started setting up armed droids to keep an eye out for raging wildlife that could threaten your new beginnings? You were all too happy to put yourself to work, hauling the heavy automechanicals to each designated spot. If he made a comment about exerting yourself, you ignored it and kept on working.

Burt, with the lack of necessity for warp-core engineering (the thought made you flinch), helped out in home-building. He acted as foreman, making sure each sheet of metal had its place. As the framework finished, he and his team went in to affix lights and other electronic necessities. A few engineers even took plumbing jobs. (There was, unfortunately, a lack of those sent over from Earth.) Quiet as he was, the only time he pointed out your willingness to dive head first and help build foundations, framework and walls, was in a poetic waxing after a rather large building neared completion. You said it was a beautiful poem, but you didn’t quite understand its meaning. (You did.)

And Mark. Oh, god, Mark. With each new job you threw yourself into, he was always right there, running around like a headless chicken trying to help. If you were building a wall, he was right behind you (sometimes even right next to you, holding the metal in place as you bolted it in), keeping you up to date with the progress of the colony, messages from Earth, and other such things. He worried over you the most out of anyone else.

You couldn’t blame him, honestly. After the… adventure you both went on, you wouldn’t give yourself the time of day to even close your eyes. Once dark settled in, you threw yourself into paperwork and managerial nonsense. You couldn’t stop.

It had been one of these nights when you realized. You just finished talking to Celci, discussing the discoveries being made. The scientists just started working with the security crew to go out on excursions to study the flora and fauna. They just brought back a strange plant that they believed could be medicinal. It was exciting, truly.

But Celci had been short with the discussion. She had her arms crossed the whole time, shutting down branching topics with quick retorts. You need rest, she’d scolded. She shoved a protein bar in your hand and sent you to your tent, with orders not to do any work tomorrow. When you tried to protest, she enacted a rule that stated she - as lead officer for medical - could confine you to your quarters if you were not at your peak health, physical or otherwise. You couldn’t argue with her, and so trudged like a pouting child toward the temporary camp of tents everyone was staying in.

That’s when you looked up. You stopped, staring at the unfamiliar stars, the strange moons that lacked craters. The Invincible could just be seen, hovering in the atmosphere. You were waiting for orders from Earth to know what to do with her. You refused to dismantle the grand spaceship. Most likely, it would continue to remain high above the planet, run by a skeleton crew. Forever up there. Alone.

That is when the realization overcame you.

It was slow. And then it all came crashing down over top of you like a tsunami. A growing sense of guilt filled your chest. Was that it? Guilt. No, maybe it was… loss. Yes. A powerful sense of grief within you, bubbling to the surface.

Maybe it had always been there. You couldn’t rightly tell. But it was powerful. It grew, bubbling like a thick paste within you until it reached your tear ducts and buckled your knees. The ground was warm beneath you, and the sky full of strange new stars blurred into a swirl of watercolors. Maybe this was how Van Gogh saw the world. Through tears.

“Captain?”

Your lip trembled. You couldn’t look at him.

A warm body knelt next to you on the ground. His dark eyes burned into your skin, searching desperately for answers. Why were you crying? Why were you sitting out in the middle of the camp, staring at the sky? When he glanced up, following your gaze, he caught sight of the Invincible. He mentally damned the ship.

Was it because of the ship that you were crying? Far too often to be healthy, he, too, stared up at the ship. He remembered the warp core. The mistakes he made, and the ones he caused.

He had no idea what you saw up there. You never spoke about it. Now he wished he had. He wished he asked. He wished he knew what worlds, what alternate realities, what different timelines you’d witnessed. Maybe then he could understand what was wrong.

“Cap…?”

Your eyes were red now. Your face crinkled with grief and sorrow, fighting back the onslaught of tears. You gasped in a shaky breath. Out came a whisper. He thought, perhaps, you would tell him about the things you’d seen. You witnessed thousands of deaths; he had, too. But that was not what came out of your mouth.

“I don’t remember my name.”

Mark was stunned. Shock and confusion overtook his body. Your name? Well, of course, your name was… It’s…

Confused and frustrated, he remembered the IDs on file for every single crew member. He sifted through so many every day, trying to keep track of who was who. It took a few taps on his wrist pad to pull up your ID. He skimmed it for himself before holding out his arm to show you.

The image was fairly recent, only from a few months ago. But you looked… brighter. Hopeful. Determined. Your hair was a little shorter then, too. The bags under your eyes from rigorous study weren’t as prominent as they were now. You looked like a hollow shell of who you once were.

And, yes, that was your name. Or… was it? Was it really your name after everything that had happened?

No. That was their name.

You shook your head and furiously wiped at the tears on your cheeks. Every crass name, criminal title, and disparaging nickname flooded your mind. No. They didn’t have those titles. They didn’t deserve the hatred and vitriol that followed you through that wormhole. They were not the Captain. And you were not them.

“That’s not my name anymore,” you croaked. You shook your head again. You looked like a child having a breakdown in kindergarten over a broken toy. “That’s- That’s not me anymore.”

Mark couldn’t say he really understood why. The image of you, all crooked grins and academy-fresh confidence, was you. He remembered you gushing to him over flying your first airplane, and going through the rigorous training of outer-space flying. He remembered because it was you who gave him the idea for all those stupid windows. When you gushed over being so close to the night sky you felt you could reach out and pluck Polaris right out of the inky black.

But when he looked from the picture to you? He was reminded of the hardships. How you jumped from universe to universe, wracking up casualties, just to save him. And he started to get it. You went through too much to be even near the same plane of existence as your young, naive self.

“Who am I, Mark?”

When you fell to press your face unceremoniously into his shoulder, he wasted no time wrapping you up in his arms. The ID flickered away as the screen turned off. He tried to hold on tight enough to physically stop you from shaking with your sobs, but it was impossible.

“You’re our Captain.”

Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to say. But they were the only words he could find.

Anybody who passed by pretended they didn’t see anything. He hoped, anyway. He couldn’t meet their eyes. All he could do was hold on, as you had done for him once. Your sobs turned into stifled cries, and then only whimpers. He wasn’t concerned at first. In fact, he was a little relieved you were beginning to calm down. Until you became completely limp in his hold.

Even then, he still paused a second, before pulling you back until he could see your face. Had your skin always been so dull?

He shook you slightly. Maybe you were just sleeping, right? Your eyelids didn’t even flutter. Panic shot through his heart.

He shook you again, harder this time. No response.

“Captain?” Another shake, perhaps a little more vigorously than he intended. Your body was a rag doll, flopped in his lap. “No, no, no, you can’t close your eyes right now!”

His mind, scared and jumping to all the worst conclusions, raced to figure out what to do. He laid you on the ground and pressed an ear against your chest.

…

……

Okay. There’s a heartbeat. A little weaker than he thought was normal, but it was there. And your chest was moving, albeit slowly, with each breath. He pulled away. His hands, calloused with years of fiddling with wires and heavy machinery, floundered in the air. He didn’t know what to do.

Desperate cries for help, for Cici, for anyone were ripped from his lungs. He was gasping for air by the time half the camp rushed out to see what the commotion was. He couldn’t catch his breath until you were safe again.

He just needed you to be safe.

-

Word spread about the Captain’s health quickly. Mark couldn’t say he was surprised. Actually, he was sort of embarrassed.

That night - almost a week ago now - Celci had rushed to his side. She was the rational and cool-headed one. She commanded medics to grab a stretcher, to ready an IV, prepare a bed and equipment. All the while he screeched like a banshee, whaling for his old friend.

Uncharacteristically, though, she didn’t say a word about it. Nobody did. (Or, at least, not when he was within earshot.) She grabbed him a chair, some water and snacks, even a blanket. And as he sat by the Captain’s side, a permanent frown etched within his features, she kept him up to date on your condition and on the colony.

He knew his fears were wholly rational. After jumping through wormholes and witnessing first hand what consequences it brought, it was only natural for him to fret over the permanence of life now.

How stupid he’d been. Really. How many times did he grab your hand and jump back into the wormhole? More than he could count on one hand. The way he would be torn apart by a black hole or exploded by a supernova, and still step out of that pod with a giddy little grin, asking, almost begging, the Captain to jump in again. And again. And again.

Vaguely he remembered an airlock.

Neither of you were immortal now. Honestly, he hated immortality. It seems to amazing in theory…

He drags a hand down his face with a sigh. His shoulders are hunched. He leans his elbows against the edge of your bed.

He’s tired. Not like before. This wasn’t an exhaustion fueled by some silly false heroics or nonstop building of a catalyst to all your issues. No. He was exhausted with worry, and fear, and- God, emotions he didn’t even have words for. It all sat heavy in his soul.

Guilt, he decided to call it. But different. Guilt if it was slightly to the left.

Celci told him you just passed out from exhaustion and overworking yourself. Maybe he felt guilty for not picking up on it sooner, or for stopping you before it got so bad. It’s not as if the bags under your eyes were invisible, or that the way you carelessly rushed in to help every single person in need was subtle. He should have noticed.

Maybe then you would remember your name. Or, he thought back to your ID, believe you’re still you.

He wished his mind could shut up, for once.

A distraction. That’s what he needed, yeah.

He dragged his eyes from your face to your monitor. He was never very good with medical stuff. The numbers were odd. Was that blood pressure normal? Too high? Too low? Hell if he knew. Was your heart beating fast enough?

He contemplated for a brief moment the components that went into a monitor like that. The wires, connectors, screws, bolts, etc. And then he remembered this machine was making sure you were still alive. The idea of dismantling it was no longer appealing.

He turned to the IV next. A slow, continuous drip of fluids, hooked up to your arm. Needles always gave him a bad feeling. He felt nauseous looking at it.

Strange flowers caught his attention next. There were no roses or tulips or irises out here. Just… Well, they didn’t have names yet. The exobiologists were working on formulating latin names, genuses, and everything else that came with cataloging different flora. They were still beautiful, he couldn’t deny it. Bright orange petals with neon blue stamens that glowed at night. Razor-leaved stems that started as purple by the bloom and morphed into an odd black hue. They looked poisonous, actually. He was sure they wouldn’t be allowed in here if that was the case.

Paper was becoming a luxury at this point. Not that it mattered much, with everything accessible at the press of a button on their wrists. Still, they thought it would be best to ration out the remaining scraps throughout the colony. And everyone, seemingly unanimously, decided to use the rare material to write get well soon cards.

The little folds of parchment filled every possible surface. With 100,003 people writing get well and thank you, at some point the excess of good will notes had to be tucked away in a bin to be read later. He caught a nurse, once, rotating out the cards.

His frown softened when he thought of the very human way in which they cared about you. How human to utilize a precious resource just to say Thank you, wake up soon. How human to see something beautiful in nature, and to display it tenderly next to you. We found something beautiful, it made us think of you. How very human for those who stopped by, who saw him ever at your side like a steadfast protector, rested a hand on his shoulder or patted him on the back. You are not alone in your pain.

He wished, desperately, that you could be awake to witness the love humanity so freely handed out. Maybe then you could rediscover who you were.

“You look like shit.”

Mark startled awake. When did he fall asleep? Ah, dammit, it was dark outside. He must have been out for hours. He scrubbed at the exhaustion crusting his eyelids shut.

Wait…

His body froze. He was too scared to breathe. His heart was racing.

He couldn’t have heard that. He couldn’t have.

Heart in his throat, he slowly removed his hand from his eye and dragged his eye along your frame, still tucked safely under the blanket. Sure enough, when he finally reached your face, there was a smug grin waiting for him.

And with a jolt, his body came back to life.

You watched, half-amused as Mark threw himself from his chair to press a Call Nurse button on the opposite side of your bed. His eyes were wide and frantic. His hair was a mess. Bags under his eyes carried the weight of the world, tears of relief slipping down his cheeks before he could even think to stop them.

“You’re- You’re awake!” he croaked. His hands instinctively grabbed onto your shoulders. They were trembling.

You tried to reach up to hold onto his shoulder, maybe even his face to feel his concerning amount of stubble, but it felt so heavy. You held onto his forearm instead. “How long-?”

Celci came storming in, looking about as frantic as Mark, but better put together. Once she saw you were conscious, her expression morphed to be somewhere between joy and fury. Uh oh.

“Captain!” The only freedom from her intense stare came when she checked your vitals. Mark backed away so she had plenty of room to do so, but he kept a hand on one of your shoulders. He couldn’t pull himself away just yet. “I’m not going to say ‘I told you so’, but I told you this was going to happen if you kept pushing yourself so hard!”

“What exactly happened?”

The cryonics lead faltered. Mark gave her a pleading look. She realized, for the first time since stepping in here, that he had been- no, was crying. She had never seen him cry before.

Celci sighed and tapped a few things into her wrist pad. “I’m assigning you to bedrest and low-effort work until you decide to put your needs before those of the colony.” She leveled you with a concerned stare. “The colony needs you, Captain. You can’t be everywhere at once, helping with every last fiber of your being, no matter how much you want to. Let the rest of us carry the responsibilities we were sent here to carry.”

Mark turned away to wipe away his tears before she could glare at him next and give him a lecture, too. She huffed, nodded to you with a Captain, and left.

The air was thick. Things unsaid hung around in the air like dust caught in a sunbeam - everywhere you look and hard to ignore.

Mark didn’t look at you as he tried to gather himself together. The motes would continue lingering until he was ready to answer your questions.

Deciding to give him some space (as much as you could while bedridden), you looked to the side. The hordes of cards was utterly overwhelming. Each one was different from the next. Some had Captain written on the front in neat cursive, heavy-handed scrawls, or chicken scratch. Some people did their ‘C’s differently, or slurred their writing together in their plain-text handwriting. Other cards simple said Get well soon! or Feel better! You could see small paragraphs of writing inside the folds.

A rush of warmth flooded your chest. All of the command leads, all of the colonists - everyone thought about you. Maybe the idea of being thought of was just so foreign, but you didn’t think in any earnest capacity that this many people would care. The Leads, sure, you spent so much time with them up on the ship (more than they realized), but the most contact the vast majority of the colonists had with you was the simple welcome you gave them as they were thawed. And yet. Despite it all. Everyone had left a card.

Everyone cared about you.

The warm feeling in your chest turned sour as you remembered your conversation with Mark last night. (Was it last night?) The way the stars glimmered back without a care for you. The way you squeezed that protein bar so tight it became mush in its package. The way Mark held you.

I don’t remember my name.

Who am I, Mark?

You squeezed his arm, as much as you could in your weakened state.

You’re our Captain.

Reddened eyes met yours. His eyes were so dark, but they held a thousand thoughts, emotions, and ideas behind them. You remembered looking into those eyes, as you held onto him, refused to let him go even as he called you hateful names and ripped the crystal from your palm.

“You’ve been asleep for a week.” He sniffed. His hand trembled as he gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Cici said… You were overworking yourself, pushing yourself past your limit just to be there for everybody, and you weren’t taking care of yourself like you should have been and she said-” He swallowed thickly, fighting to speak through the lump in his throat. “You could have died.”

Oh. It had been that bad? You couldn’t recall feeling weak. Though, maybe it was from the endless running you did during the warp core fiasco. How long had you been awake during that endless nightmare? Your body had recovered once the cycle was broken, but your mind…

“I’m sorry.” It was all you could say. His shoulders fell. “I didn’t…” Your voice was quiet, almost too soft to be a whisper. As if you were afraid to say what was on your mind. “When we were in the wormhole, I was so tired. We both were. But it’s like, I don’t even know what it’s like to feel tired anymore, because nothing compares to what happened.”

You looked up at him, like a child seeking approval. In your eyes, he saw universes colliding, supernovas, and someone who never gave up hope. For the briefest hint of a second, he saw that same determined graduate from the ID.

“Does that make sense?”

He nodded without thinking. His hand left your shoulder, following the length of your arm to hold your hand. You didn’t have gloves on. It was… odd. He ignored the calloused scar that brushed against his palm. “I feel the same. I remember building the… it. I didn’t sleep at all, then. And now that I can, it feels… wrong. I’m not tired, but I am. I can’t explain it better than that.”

“I think we both need a nap.”

He huffed. It was nice to see him smile again. “On your orders, Captain.” His grin flickered, eyes darkened. “If you’d like, you can choose a different name. It wouldn’t be too hard to change your ID.”

“No,” you said. You smiled. “You were right, all along.”

“About what?”

“I’m your Captain.”

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Some of this will change, so please check before requesting!

Will write x reader for:

Markiplier Egos/Lore:

Darkiplier

Damien

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

Illinois

Eric Derekson

Googleplier

Bing

Dr. Iplier

Actor Mark (this includes ADWM and AHWM Mark unless specifically requested for them to be different people)

Engineer Mark

Celci F. Kelvina

Mack (Engineer, Crewmate, Dictator)

Celine

Possibly more in the future

Septic Egos:

Jameson Jackson

Chase Brody

Antisepticeye (both original and current)

Marvin the Magnificent

Henrik

Other:

North Star/Starlo (Undertale Yellow)

Will write ships for:

Markiplier (several, ask for specifics)

I write SFW only

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X Reader:

Eric x Kind!Captain*

Mack x Captain With Plushies (Headcanons)*

Mack x Captain (Sign Language)*

[breadyeetking]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mack wants his partner, Y/N, to take a break. Mack always gets his way.

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Moons

Soft angst comfort for the big werewolf boi.

Werewolf!Engineer x GN!Reader, TW: anxiety Words: 783

Looking out into space, the stars shift and move as the ship shoots past them, seeming slow only to those of you within its walls. The massive window on the main deck overlooks the planets and moon in the distance, and you catch yourself sipping your coffee as you admire the way their interstellar colors are like nothing you’ve ever seen back on Earth. It’s breathtaking, in a way.

Marcus stumbles out onto the main deck, stiffening when he sees you, visibly stressed. Something with the way his shoulders are tense, his knees locked, holding one hand behind his back.

“Marcus? Are you alright?”

“Uh- Captain! Funny seeing you here! Uh, yeah! Totally fine! See you around-”

“Marcus, get back here.”

He stops midstep, turning to face you, still keeping his hand hidden from your view. As you step towards him, you set your coffee cup down on the center console, reaching for his hand to hold.

“What’s going on? Why are you hiding your hand from me?”

His gaze doesn’t meet your eye, chewing the inside of his cheek as his head is bowed low. You duck to look him in the eye, connecting for a moment before he sighs. He pulls his hand out from behind his back, covered in fur and long claws protruding from the tips of his fingers.

“I started… shifting. Out here. I thought I’d be safe out here in the stars, but apparently werewolf curses don’t care if it’s your original moon or not. I was hoping to catch Celci, that she could ice me until we’re past the moons. I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially not you…”

You reach up to cup his face, which he leans into with a soft sigh. Small scritches under his jaw, calming the anxieties you know are building up inside him. If there’s anything you’ve learned from your adventures through the warpcore wormholes with him, is that letting him know you’re not afraid of him will do him more good than whatever scheme his brain tries to convince him is the correct course of action.

“That big brain of yours is being loud again? With the thoughts?”

“Yeah…”

“Was there a timeline where you hurt me? In your wolf form?” “Well- no-”

“And yet you’ve been feeling guilty over things that were far less likely to happen in our timeline, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“No but’s, you will not hurt me, Marcus. Even if you don’t trust yourself, I trust you. Because I know that you’d rather let your anxiety eat you up inside before asking for my help because you think my involvement may put me at risk.”

“...I hate it when you’re right.”

“You’re my moon and stars, Marsbar. I should hope I’m right. Here, because I’m assuming being in here is not helping, let’s go to my quarters, get you comfortable, and we’ll figure out what to do, alright?”

“Yeah… yeah I’d like that.”

He takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your palm as he reaches for your coffee, intent on carrying it for you. He squeezes your hand a bit tighter, head on more of a swivel as he tries to anticipate any people that you may interact with.

“Breathe, Mars. It’s okay. Everything is alright. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. I just wish I trusted myself. I-”

He nearly drops your coffee mug, swooning off to the side like the two of you are on a rocking boat. You catch your coffee, squeezing his hand tight as he holds his head, fur visibly growing on his skin.

“C’mon, we’re almost there. Just a few more steps, out of the sight of others.”

You nearly have to drag him into the room, using your captainly strong muscles to pull him in before locking the room. He crumples onto the floor, holding his head as his form strains against his coveralls, slowly tearing them at the seams and revealing soft auburn hair with stark white patches beneath. You rub his back as his shifting continues, just assuring him and reminding him that you’re here with him.

“That’s it, it’s okay. Here- the bed will be far more comfortable.”

You pick up his torn clothes as he hops up onto your bed, circling a few times with a whine, covering his face with his paws. All you can think to do is sit with him, letting him wrap himself around you as you rub his snoot. He rests his head in your lap, softly whining, barely audible at all.

“It’s okay, Marcus. And I’ll do this any time we have a moon problem, I promise. Captain duties can always wait for you.”

[yourthoughtsjim]

Space 1 Year Anniversary, part two

Celci x reader, afab/femme

Warnings: mommy kink, fingering, use of "kitten", oral (r receiving)

Cold hands trail down your arms before they land on the hem of your shirt. Celci removes your shirt in one swift movement. “There’s my pretty snowflake.” She comments as her hand rests at the waistband of your pants. It didn’t take long before she slipped it inside. A smirk plastered her face. “Oh, someone’s a little needy.” She then lets out a soft laugh.

“M-Mommy… please. I need your fingers.” You plead as she toys with that bundle of nerves. 

She kisses your cheek before she looks you deep in the eyes as she slides two fingers inside your aching pussy. The temperature makes you gasp. “C-Cold…” You stutter out. “Mommy knows, kitten. She knows you love it when her hands feel this way. Plus, you’ll warm them up.” She whispers in your ear. “You’re so wet, kitty. Mommy loves it. I can’t wait to taste you.” 

Somewhere from high in your throat, a moan comes from. “M-Mommy… feels good. You always make me feel so good.” You practically sob. That’s when she pulls her fingers out, causing you to whine. “Mommy…” You then see her sink to her knees. She kept eye contact with you the entire time.

Roughly, she throws one of your legs over her shoulder and starts licking you up and down. Your hands fly to her head, tangling in her mint hair. You go to open your mouth but no noise comes out.

The taste of you was intoxicating to her. She could, and has, done this for hours with no end in sight. The sounds coming from below you were something akin to a porno. 

Damn was she good with her tongue, each time it glided over your throbbing clit or darted inside your hole you felt as if your legs were going to give out at any moment. 

“Cum for me, baby girl.” She all but commands. 

You do what she says and let the ripcord in your stomach loose. You would clamp your thighs together if it weren’t for one of them being hiked over her shoulder.

After she disconnects, she drapes your arms around her neck and kisses you, letting you taste yourself, which in turn makes you moan

“You’re such a good girl for me. Mommy’s lucky to have you.” She comments after she pulls back.

Her hand cups your face before she softly smiles, her icy blue eyes piercing into your own.

[supernatural-bias]

━one ship, two stupid stupid men

SUMMARY | Mack had always had a mouth to him. Especially around his rival, the head engineer (who always had a scathing remark at the ready to fire back). But this time he went too far.

PAIRING | engineer mark x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | some slight angst. mack being a dick

WORD COUNT | 1.7k+

AUTHORS NOTES | n/a

Their rival was well known.

Mack has always hated Mark, and vise versa. It was common knowledge that the two of them engaged in heated conversations more often than not, the bickering only getting worse once the Captain had arrived on ship in all their authoritative glory.

You would have expected their first day aboard the Invincible ll to have been a welcoming once; crew and colonists alike doing their best to keep a professional introduction as swell as possible. And it had been working—at first.

That had all been ruined the second they met Mark and Mack side by side (along with Celci and Burt of course but they were civil enough to leave a good if not slightly forgettable first impression.)

The Captain didn’t think they would be forgetting Mark throwing a wrench across the room at Mack’s smug face anytime soon.

Since then they had learned the root of their hatred for each other.

Apparently Mack had appointed to be head engineer, practically working all his adult life to get there. And some of his childhood too, according to a the few personnel that the Captain had asked. So one could imagine the impact it would have on the cocky space man when Mark waltzed in and immediately got the position, receiving tumultuous praise for his natural skill and abilities. Skills and abilities that Mack just ‘lacked’ according to the board.

The monthly meetings that just so happened to be mandatory per request of headquarters always tended to be the worst.

”All Im saying, Mark, is that more than once our dear Captain has shown to be, how should I put it, less than wise in their decision making.”

The same condescending voice that had been speaking nonstop for the last half hour piped up again, the owner of it smoothing down his light brown jumpsuit while staring coldly across the table at another man in the same garb.

Mark jumped out of his seat with vigor as Mack had finished sharing his critique. His nostrils were flaring, and the Captain imagined that if he had fangs he would be baring them like a dog.

”Our Captain has done nothing but lead us through the toughest of challenges, nothing short of brave and confident in the face of death itself!” He snapped viciously at Mack. Everyone watched as he rolled his eyes in response, scoffing before addressing Mark again.

”Your opinion on this matter is irrelevant. You practically worship the ground they walk on, so of course you’d be the one to back them up. We need to hear from more people with less biased opinions on our Captain.”

The person at hand that everyone kept mentioning sighed deeply, intertwining their hands together and propping their elbows on the table, clasped fists concealing the bottom half of their face as they watched the two go back and fourth. Almost as if witnessing a tennis match.

A very angry tennis match.

”Gentlemen as much as as I love watching you scrutinize and pick apart my decisions as the sole leader of this ship-“ The Captain cleared their throat “-we have more important things to attend to.” They finished speaking with a hint of annoyance in their voice, only Celci picking up on it from their far left and snickering.

”See! Thank you Captain! We have much more pressing issues to focus o- wait did you say I was scrutinizing you?”

They ignored Marks desperate denials of his actions, focusing on Mack from across the table as he crossed his arms defiantly.

”You know the protocol Mack. If you have an issue with me or the way I run things, you can either take it up with me privately, or file a complaint to HQ and wait for a response.”

They emphasized the word privately. It wasn’t the first time they had to repeat that to Mack, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“But that’s the thing Captain.” He paused to lean forward in his seat, the sides of his lips down turned and eyes holding a look that they didn’t like. “I don’t understand what HQ sees in you. I don’t even think you were built to be captain of this ship.”

A hush fell over the table where everyone was sitting at. Burt and Celci exchanged a quick look, gazes slightly nervous. Even Mark had stopped in his desperate pleas to look at Mack with eyes as big as those cookies in the break room.

”In fact I don’t think you were built for space at all. Just the other day I saw you leaning over the sink in the bathrooms with your helmet off, cryi-“

”That is enough.”

The Captain was now standing, arms having been slammed down loudly on the cold, cold marble surface of the table to emphasize their words. Their tone had been harsh and abrupt, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Even with the inky black tint of their helmet concealing their face, Mack knew he had gone too far just by the way they were looking at him.

For once in all his time on the ship, he listened to them. Shutting his mouth quietly and slinking backwards into his seat.

”This concludes this months meeting. If you have any questions, contact me through coms. I will be in my quarters.”

Even though they had just offered for any one of them to ask questions, no one got the feeling that they should. Or would.

The door slammed behind them on the way out. It left a gust of wind to blow through the now silent room, all eyes on the spot where they had just been standing.

No one dared to speak

A knock from the blue and silver doors from across their bed. The Captains gaze flickered from the reflection of their face from the helmet in their hands, swiftly putting it back on in one fluid motion before allowing the computer to let whomever was on the other side in.

A head of messy brown locks poked itself in, a small smile accompanying soft brown eyes as Mark made his way into their room.

”I brought food.” He said softly, sitting down at the foot of their bed to offer a plate full of cookies to the Captain.

“I nabbed them from the fridge. Burt will be upset later but I figured you needed them more than him.”

The Captain wordlessly smiled. And although Mark couldn’t see it, his own face light up as their gloved hand reached out to take one.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from a helmet being lifted up slightly so the chocolate cookie could be eaten.

Mark watched, his eyes asking questions that his mouth refused to.

”Its alright.” The Captain finally spoke after swallowing a mouthful of dough and chocolate. “You can ask.”

“Why do you let Mack do that to you.” Mark sighed, cocking his head to the side and throwing slightly. They resisted the urge to crack a smile, thinking about how he looked like a puppy right now.

”To be honest it’s not me he’s trying to upset. It’s you Mark.” They stated, pausing to take another bite while the engineer across them processed their words.

”Me?”

”Yes Mark.” The Captain finished their treat with one more bite, now turning fully and sitting up straight to properly look at him.

”He knows that you have a certain amount of—respect, shall we say—for me. And Mack finds it enjoyable to push your buttons through constantly commentating and voicing his opinion about things I do.”

”But why-“

”Don’t ask me. I would know just about as much as you do on that matter.” They sighed.

“And before you remind me that I have the authority to throw him off this ship, much less demote him to a lower status, let me remind you that I know that.”

The Captain let a beat of silence wash over them, allowing their hand to creep up to Marks shoulder and place a reassuring squeeze on it. If they weren’t having the conversation they were now with him, they would have made a teasing remark about the way his face flushed at their touch.

”But I believe everyone deserves second chances. Sometimes even a third fourth or fifth. You of all people should know that, Mark.”

He swallowed as the hidden message made its home in his brain, adams apple bobbing as the memory of a certain warp core.

“Understood, Captain.”

They gave one more squeeze to his shoulder before wrapping their arms around Mark, bringing him in for a soft hug.

They both melted into it, Marks giddy love-struck expression a stark and beautiful contrast to the Captains hidden yet greatful one.

The embrace was only broken at the sound of the computer speaking from overhead.

Captain, Burt and Celci are at the door. They have informed me that they wish to check on you. It seems as if Burt is hiding something poorly behind his back, appearing to be a mug titled Number One Captain. Should I let them in?

The Captain laughed softly as Mark grumbled under his breath about ‘stupid Celci’ ruining his time with the Captain. But nonetheless the doors to their quarters opened, allowing two more people to enter the room.

Almost how a warm feeling entered their heart.

[cozyenigma]

Among the Stars

This one turned out pretty cute!

Word Count- 775

Request?- Yes!

Summary- You liked to think you were close to your crew. Well, close as a captain should be anyway. You were responsible for their well-being and you were determined to see it done right. Two of your crew though hoped for a something a bit more personal.

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

Warnings- None

"Captain, you're going to catch a chill like that."

The light scolding was accompanied by something warm settling over your shoulders. You blinked, looking up from the display to see Celci, putting a coat on you.

"Huh? Celcion-"

"Just Celci, please, captain," she makes a face as she says it, "the only person who calls me Celcionna is my grandma."

"Right..."

You were still left confused as she reached down, taking your wrist and maneuvering your arm into the sleeve. Despite her hand being gloved she was surprisingly warm.

"Where did you even get this?" You asked, knowing better than to try and argue you're not actually all that cold.

The coat was more similar to hers than the standard issue ones she insisted everyone wear. It had soft, poofy fur around the collar. It was even in one of your favorite colors.

Celci merely shrugs, stepping away and putting her hands behind her back.

"Just something I picked up on the last station," she smiled, "better than those flimsy uniforms anyway, right? Do you like it?"

It was much better. You very much doubted it was something you could just pick up off the rack. It was definitely something you shouldn't accept as the captain but...

You nodded, feeling warm all the way up to your cheeks.

Celci brightened, the same sort of gleam in her eye as when she talked about the intricacies of the cryo system.

"Say Captain, I was thinking-"

Whatever she was going to say next was drowned out by the hiss of the door sliding open. The both of you jumped as your head engineer rolled in.

"Oh, there you are, captain!" He gave you a winning smile that immediately soured as soon as he saw who you were with.

"Something break again?" Celci asked, following him with narrowed eyes.

Mark raised a hand, vicious denial with pointing included at the ready, when he paused. Frozen, glancing between you and her.

"No!" He snapped back a bit too loudly. "I was just- wanting to give the captain some updates. My ship is called the Invincible for a reason."

She rolled her eyes, correcting, "Invincible two."

"Alright!"

You're not given much chance to ask any questions before Mark had you by the wrist, dragging you out of cryo. His hand was warm too. Instead of Celci's smooth, soft gloves, his were worn down. And from the feel of it he'd been elbow deep in the bowels of the ship just recently.

"What kind of updates did you have for me?" You asked, concentrating on that as opposed to... everything else.

Mark jumped a bit, like he had forgotten, and you're abruptly tugged in a new direction. He shot you a sheepish grin.

"Well, not so much of an update in the traditional sense but," he drew the word out, pulling you along a bit faster.

The bridge was deserted. Displays shined back at you but their light was easily dwarfed by what was outside the window.

"Woah..."

The nebula before you wasn't one you were familiar with. It stretched as far as you could see across the inky black in a sea of purples, blues and pinks. Dotted with more stars than you could ever hope to count. In your career you'd seen plenty of space but it still managed to take your breath away.

"Thought it'd be a shame if I was the only one to see it."

When you turned to Make his eyes were on you instead. He looked back out the window quickly, hurrying to continue.

"See? I keep telling people that windows are a must have when you're in freaking space but does anybody believe me? No. You get it though captain."

You simply smiled and nodded, enjoying the moment. It was true that they weren't the most practical additions to a spaceship. Safety issues aside, it took a lot of effort to get materials that would stand up to the elements in space. But what was the point in travelling with your eyes closed?

"Thank you," you said, smiling a bit more at Mark's curious look, "for showing me. It's amazing."

He waved you off with a nervous little laugh, saying something about his duties and getting all embarrassed.

Holding your new coat a bit closer, you looked back out the window. You couldn't ask for a better crew. They strengthened your resolve to get everyone to their destination everyday. You made a mental note to pay both Mark and Celci back at some point. Maybe you could even be lucky enough to count them among your friends at the end of the journey.

[discountfanfics]

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

Please and thank you!

thank you for the prompt!

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

tw; death, explosives

celci;

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

not necessarily rude, but not too compassionate

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

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

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

burt;

a man of both few and many words

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

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

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

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

gunther;

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

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

he never truly believed that the captain was gone

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

they never did, though

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

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

crew!mack;

he didn't take it very well.

at all.

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

he couldn't though

he still blames himself

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

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

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

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

not much ever got better for him

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

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

he also talks to the statue

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

mark;

this man just lost his partner in crime

it should've been him

it could've been him

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

right? then he'll find you!

except... he doesn't

he never does

he goes crazy, and eventually dies a sad death

however, the wormhole is still there

he's back again

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

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

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

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

no one besides mark

engineer!mack;

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

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

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

he laughs a bit

but then you're gone.

he wastes no time in taking on captain duties

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

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

he can't let hid people see him weak

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

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

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

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

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

[egg-father-writes]

hoping ur still open for iswm requests!! if so any sort of x reader hcs involving gunther or celci would be so awesome I’ve seen next to nothing for either of those two and im literally dying to hold their hands

I've realized all of the things in my ask-box have been un-touched since May, again so sorry about that, but anyways I decided to go with both!! I love them sm ty anon

Characters: Gunther & Celci & GN!captain!reader

short summery: Gunther & Celci x GN!Captain!reader HCs

warnings: some cursing, slightly spicy + not proof-read + also, this is on the longer side of things, i went nuts

my requests are open <3

Celci

It was a little bit of a surprise to find out that you liked each-other

Mainly due to the fact that neither of you were very showy with your feelings

You wanted to make moves, you wanted to do so a lot, but you could never tell if it was the right time or how Celci would react

Celci was kind of the same, but she just hated the idea of making you un-comfy, especially because you're the captain. How could she make the work environment tense all because she tried flirting and you weren't into it?

You were the one to finally break the barrier between you two, you simply couldn't take your mind being a mess anymore

It happened in cryo, you and Celci were alone and you just spat your confession out

Celci was quiet for a while, she was stunned

you almost left, starting off with an apology before sharply turning around before Celci stopped you and returned her feelings

Celci is a little bit of an overthinker when it comes to romantic relationships.

After you two get together she tells you she never made a move because she was afraid of saying the wrong thing, and it would go down-hill quick

you assured her that even if you didn't feel the same that you wouldn't of turned it into something negative

after you two get together you love popping into Cryo during random times of the day to spend whatever time you can with Celci, you'll even bring her snacks and from time to time you'll have lunch dates in the room

half most of the time she has to give you her jacket so you don't freeze

you are quite literally the only person she'll lend her jacket to

lots of small and quick kisses!!

kiss the top of her head or her temples and her face will be pink the rest of the day. She loves it

she isn't really one for pda, but she doesn't hate it, it's just a bit overwhelming

she still likes holding-hands though, but only linking pinky fingers or linking arms as you two walk

if you two are sitting next to each-other expect a head on your shoulder/arm/head whatever makes sense for your height

her skin is constantly cold and she always forgets that, so do you, it always makes you jump when you get a cold hand on your face

she doesn't have any pet names for you, unless you count captain as one. It's not that she doesn't love you enough, because she would literally do anything for you, it's just that she doesn't feel the need to use them

But you do call her snowflake, she hates and loves it

Gunther

Again, it was a surprise that you liked each-other

but this time it was because neither of you could tell if the other were serious about the words you shared

to put it bluntly, Gunthers a flirt

as long as he knows the other person is okay with it he doesn't really hold back, that went for you as well, he doesn't care all too much that you're the Captain in that regard

when he did start flirting with you, once you figured out how to speak through being flustered, you could whip up your own special words to shoot right back at him

the moment he knew he had fallen for you was the first time you had flirted back, he wasn't expecting it, you had actually left him speechless

"You know Captain, if you need help with anything, and I mean anything, you can press my name on that little ole' tablet of yours and call me over" - "Does that mean you wouldn't mind helping me unwind after a stressful day? I've seen how good you are with your hands" - "..." - "...Gunther?"

His thoughts were nothing but "holy shit" - "Did the Captain just say that??" - "Am I hearing things??"

you two went back and forth for a few weeks after that, but it all came to a boil when things started to get physical

you were the one that stopped things, Gunther got immediately worried, he started to ask if it was too much, if he touched somewhere you didn't want to be touched and he started to apologize. Making someone upset was the last thing he wanted to do

But he felt a lot better when you said you needed to make things a bit more clear, he understood everyone has their boundaries... and then he was speechless again when you spoke about your feelings

he was quick to make it clear that he felt the same, as he didn't want you to think he was just purely flirting

"Captain, no offence but why do you think I was giving you much more attention than everyone else? You don't think it's just because your the Captain do you?"

Simply put, everyone knew you were together after that night.

His arm being draped around you whenever you were around and the marks left on your neck made that clear enough

Plus everyone knew it was real when you were able to steal his glasses and wear them without a threat of being shot

loves PDA, is down for it if you are. He wants to show you off

he isn't showing off the fact that he's with "The captain" he wants to show off the fact that he's with you

both of you have and use pet names for each-other

The usual set of names he has for you are "Darling/Angel/Love/Gunpowder" and of course "Captain"

You have a few you love to call him "Sharp-shooter/Muscles/Tough-Guy" one nick-name that he kind of hates but lets you call him is "Gunny"

Once, a crew member called him "Gunny" to tease him and almost instantly got his knee taken out if you weren't there to stop it

[anxious-cosplayer]

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

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

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

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

You can probably guess how Mark felt about that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-_-_-_-

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

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Vitals: Normal

ADS: Normal

Cryo: Normal

Reactor: Normal

Warp Core: N/A

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

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

“Computer! Play something Christmas-y.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come with me.”

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

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

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

Oh.

Oh.

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

Maybe Christmas wasn’t too bad after all.

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

[insane4fandoms]

Captain: The Caretaker of The Crew | ISWM x reader

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

Length: 3,282 words (DAMN)

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

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

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

@crazy-obsessed-enby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Operation: Get Well Soon is in action,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh no,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both of you deserved it.

[gaymingwriter]

Celci x reader where the captain gets cold easily and often forgets to wear jackets, but still likes to visit Celci in cryo. She lightly scolds captain and then goes to warm them up?

Oh this is adorable and it’s been in my drafts for way too long so

Here

More of a short drabble than anything

“I get excited to see you, too.”

Celci x Reader

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Celci x reader, could be read as casual captain or non captain reader

Pronouns: None really used, but reader is intended to be gender neutral

Warnings: None

You loved visiting Celci. You also apparently loved forgetting your coat before you entered cryo. So here you are, standing in the cold and shivering while you wait for Celci to finish working on something. As soon as she sees you, she sighs and gives you a look that tells you that she’s about to lecture you. “Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you that you need a coat in here? Even if your suit has long sleeves, it’s still not warm enough. This is the third time in the past two days.” She gently scolds you and gives you a fluffy coat, which you recognize as one of hers. You blush and put on the coat. “I just like visiting you, Celci. I get excited and forget to grab a coat.” She smiles. “I get excited to see you, too, Y/N.” You smile brightly and get an idea. “There’s some hot chocolate mix on the ship, right? We could each have a cup and hang out if you want.” Celci blushes a little and smiles brighter. “I’d like that.” The two of you spend the rest of the day talking while sitting in cryo.

[inspacewithmira]

Hhhhhhhhh... HI THERE!

I recently just started baking again and I remembered you did headcanons and I kinda mushed the two together so–

How do you think the crew (With Mack of course) would react to getting baked goods as a gift from the captain?

Bestie,,,, Bestie, I got you. This is cute as fuck. I apologize ahead of time if I go off on any tangents because I have. Many thoughts. This is mostly Mack because. My Brand. I'm only going to do a few of the crew members I have inspo for rn asdjhfdsjhgdk lmk if you want the others <3

Mack:

So,, one of Mack's main love languages is definitely acts of service.

It's not that he doesn't enjoy being given gifts, but its if someone does something for him that really gets him

So the idea that the Captain would take time out of their day to bake something for him?

Especially when even just the ingredients to bake are strictly rationed on the ship? Y'know, being in space and all.

As soon as the Captain presented him with what they'd made, the thoughts of how much must have gone in to making this happen practically made his head spin.

That was before it even dawned on him that he hadn't gotten his hands on sweets in months.

His sweet tooth will thank you.

When you first offered him some, he assumed that you had made them for the whole crew and decided to take just one.

When you told him they were for him? He almost didn't believe it, but he quickly thanked you and made some excuse about needing to get back to work.

He was blushing tho.

Mark:

He's immediately DELIGHTED

Golden retriever boy, very excitable.

An excited gasp and a "Thank you, Captain!!" that was a little too loud than was appropriate

Immediately takes one or two, no hesitation.

He's doing everything he can to try and thank you for the next month.

He actually tries to bake something for you in return!

...it does not go well.

Well.. actually, it tastes pretty great! It just looks.. odd.

You still appreciate it, though.

Baking probably becomes an activity you two do together when you can find the time and the ingredients

You'll work together for weeks to collect all the stuff you need! You have a whole system now

Sometimes a couple of his friends on the crew join in to help out

The kitchen is always a mess afterwards, but you two still have a lot of fun

Celci:

She's honestly really flattered!

Sure she's on good terms with everyone on the ship, they've all got a strong working relationship (save for her and Mark)

But nobody is really friends with her, so she's pleasantly surprised that you'd do something like that for her

Similar to Mark, she'd be trying to do something for you in return

She even makes an effort to be nicer to Mark, he is your friend after all.. and you seems to like it when they get along.

She'd try to find time to spend more time with you as well- quality time is a big way she shows affection in my mind and its how she'd try to show her thanks :)

[thischickwritessometimes]

hardworking hands covered in grease

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

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

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

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

Read it on ao3!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there was silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, things seemed…right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mothgodofchaos]

hey! got a request for engineer mark x reader (male preferred but gn is also alright!) cuddles with reader as the big spoon:)) maybe a lot of praise/comfort for mark and a lot of teasing with pet names? or mark could just be asleep and reader is just soft>< whatever youd like!

Morning

Ah yes, he's very cuddly, as you should know.

Engineer x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 392

Marcus was always a restless sleeper, until the two of you started sharing a bed. After the events of the wormholes, the nightmares got too much for him to handle, and he kept knocking on your door in the middle of the night to see if you were okay. He’d fall asleep on your floor as you calmed him down, and eventually convinced him it’s okay to sleep on your bunk with you. It took a bit, but the engineer that once regularly fell off of his bunk held onto you tightly through the night, ensuring that you were still there.

As the captain, you were oftentimes awake before the rest of the crew, getting ready for the day and the morning briefing. But with your new sleeping arrangements, it certainly makes things a little cuter, but also a little more difficult. He built you a bedside coffee machine so you could enjoy your morning coffee if he traps you on the bed, as he would never willingly deprive you of your morning nectar. But you began to enjoy your mornings, realizing you really didn’t need to get up as early as you originally did. Your internal clock hasn’t gotten the memo yet, but it’s those morning cuddles that you look forward to every day as your coffee brews. 

His head is rested against your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair, certainly longer and fluffier than it was in comparison to when you first began your journey. He tried to cut it and you just about pulled the clippers out of his hand, ruffling his hair and telling him how much you enjoyed it, that it looked better on him longer. So he’s been growing it out, and your statement still holds true.

He sleeps in one of his sleeveless turtlenecks, black ones for nighttime wear, and sweatshorts, which Celci considers an abomination against god. An improper commitment to both shorts, and sweatpants. He considers it the best of both worlds, and you secretly agree, as to not show more favor than you probably already do. He makes the softest of snores, still gently leaning into your hand as you give him slow head scritches. 

You know you’ll be stuck here for another bit, but if it weren’t for those nightmares, you’d be enjoying your mornings a lot less.