#engineer mark x captain

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

duality of my favourite ships :)

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Initiate Smoochy-Smoochy Protocol.

Kiss your local Head Engineer senseless TODAY! It's good for both his health and yours.

[coff33notforme]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy Birthday Cap.” 

SPACE BIRTHDAY WOWOWWO

[leighsartworks216]

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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[blue-gold-demigod-clouds]

a little old but I drew fanart for in space with Markiplier fanart. This is my version of the captain from the series. Captain Blue

[buc-eebarnes]

go in as a green light

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

pairing: captaineer

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

rated T || 4275 words

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

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Kinktober day 22 -  sex pollen & orgasm delay/denial

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 22 of Kinktober is: sex pollen & orgasm delay/denial - Engineer x amab reader

Hello :3 Finally trying to continue my kinktober from last year ^_^

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 900+

Tags/warnings: Sex pollen, handjobs, blowjobs, light orgasm delay/denial

Honestly, the two of you going on a walk alone might have been a slight mistake. You both wanted some time to yourselves, and room away from the crew, so going to a clearing not far from the main camp to just relax on a picnic blanket had seemed like a great idea.

After all, the area had been explored and the plants and growths had been examined and deemed safe.

Or rather, most of them.

Most.

Because the small purple flower that had been hidden beneath some green leaves next to where you were relaxing had not been noted, as its effect would certainly have been noticed.

Ah yes, the effects.

The yellow pollen or dust or whatever it had spewed out when disturbed by Mark and you play wrestling had covered you both, and in less than a minute you were rock hard, and not many seconds after that you had your hand down the front of Mark's space suit, and he had his down the front of yours. You are pressed as close as you can physically go, but still trying to get even closer.

Your suits are barely unzipped, and you still have your helmet on, but you don't care. All you care about is the warm weight of Mark's cock in your hand, how leaky and perfect it feels, how he rocks against your hand as best as he can, all his energy not going into moving his own hand over your cock being sent to moving his hips, and letting out the little choked off whines that you think will be burned into your mind forever.

Not that you haven't heard something like this before, but these moans got an edge of desperation that you haven't heard before, and you fucking love it.

Mark's hand on your cock makes for a divine heat to fuck into, your own cock leaking so much making the glide easy. You're fogging up the inside of your helmet and Mark is gripping the front of your clothes so hard you think they might rip, but you don't care.

All you care about is making Mark cum, you want to feel him coat your hand even more. You take deep gulps of air, mustering up the brain energy to get the words out in betweeen your own moans and gasps.

"Mark, fuck, come on, wanna feel you cum baby, come on, come on, come on!" Your hand not on his cock grips one asscheek an pushes him into you as you speak, and you don't know if it's the action or the words that does it, but Mark spills all over your hand, whimpering both your title and name in between moans, gasps, and shakes.

You let go of his ass to get your helmet off, fumbling a little with one hand and not wanting to look away from Mark for too long, but you manage, taking a deep breath of fresh and sweet smelling air.

"Yes, yes, yes, there you go baby, fuck, fuck." It's the most words you have spoken in the last week, and you are sure Mark in any other circumstance would have commented on it, though he doesn't seem to have noticed as he has set his mind on taking at least some of your clothes off. You take your hand out of his suit so he can push the top half of yours off, and then drag it down enough that he can get his mouth on your cock.

You had planned to lick what was left of his cum on your hand when your arm got out of your sleeve, but instead both of your hands flies to tug on Mark's hair as he takes your cock straight down in one go.

"Mark!" His mouth is warm and fucking tight around your cock, the perfect amount of pressure you know Mark knows you love. His orgasm hasn't slowed his energy down the slightest as he works his mouth over your cock, making the most lewd and wet sounds you have heard in a while. One hand plays with your balls, while the other rests on your hip, seemingly trying to hold you back or something, but it doesn't really work as you buck yourself into his mouth.

The moans you get back aren't a protest, and the vibrations around your cock feels like heaven, so you keep doing it.

You see Mark start to grind his hips down against the blanket below you, in seconds you have the heel of your foot digging into a spot on his back.

"Fuck, none of that baby, you only get to cum for me, I'm the only one that should make you cum, you don't do that yourself, that's my privilege." Mark groans, taking his mouth of your cock to speak.

"Fucking hell." His voice is a little rough as he blinks up at you, and you love hearing him like that.

"Yeah." A second later his mouth is back on your cock, his hips still once more as he works you over, truly putting his soul into getting you off with his mouth.

It doesn't take long for you to spill into his mouth, gripping his hair tight as you spill over his tongue. He moans as you do so, gripping your thighs as he drinks down every drop of you.

But he doesn't stop there, he keeps sucking and you find yourself growing hard again. You could probably come rather quickly a second time in his mouth, but that's not what you want, so you pull Mark off so you can tackle him and grind down on him, determined to make him cum a second time, this time untouched.

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When you come back two hours later, it's to wolf whistles and one hell of a report you are really not looking forward to writing.

[cuddlesworks]

Lift up your babygirl now!!

[artsyfangirl]

*loads a gun*

my first or second request idk

Yandere Engineer or Yandere Actor

stupid asshole man

Oh no wait I can’t choose shit. Uh. OH! I KNOW!

It probably started the second he knew you were to Captain the Invincible ll. Let’s say that you two didn’t have a prior past like usual, you were just a known name in the industry.

He actually had never bothered much to learn about you, he had more important things to work on.

But oh, when he received the message of your assignment as Captain? He had to do some research, he wanted to be able to work as well with you as possible, he didn’t like having bad relationships with coworkers, and the ship was his pride and joy after all, and he wanted to make sure you were fit to command her.

It started out as purely professional, but the second he first saw some footage from your previous voyages his heart skipped a beat (metaphorically). The more he learned the more he became fascinated by you.

But the moment you stepped onto the ship and met his gaze?

He suddenly felt so small. He was so intimidated by your presence, but he worked through it and did his best to put on a charming persona.

Out of everyone, he’s the biggest simp. Even compared to Yancy. Or Eric.

He’s not the most controlling type. But he does have his moments.

He knows the ship better than you do. It doesn’t take long for him to block passages or shut down systems. He’s certainly crafted a few of the ‘emergency situations’ that the two of you have been in.

For example, an important system shuts down with no notice, and for some reason, the crew is scattered across the ship, with no one nearby to help, except for Mark. The moment you two go into the room, the lights go out and the door falls into place, trapping you two inside. Mark runs a diagnostic scan (even though he knows exactly what’s going on), which conveniently gives no mention of his tampering with the systems.

He’s one of the most clingy Yanderes. Alongside Wilford, he will be at your beck and call, but once he decides it’s cuddle time, hell hath no wrath like the Engineer when someone interrupts his time with you.

He may or may not be aware of the golden retriever type aura that he gives off, and definitely uses it either way.

Call him your hero, please, this man will just meeeelllltttt.

Honestly, the Engineer’s perfect dream is a homely domestic life with you at his side, or more so, him at your side.

If someone does get in the way, more than likely Dr. Celci, cough cough, he’s more than willing to stage a crisis and throw them under the bus. They would’ve tried to steal you from him anyway, he’s seen them looking at you behind your back. He just did what was necessary! Truly!

“Hey, Captain! You ready to make the trip? The crew’s all in their stasis pods already… the coolant leak? Oh no, everyone’s fine, the colonists are fine… what do you say we hop on in and wait for the next cycle…?”

[ciara-clycone]

'Paradoxial' Virus: Ch.1 - Nightmares.

Ao3: link

Summary:

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

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

Pairings: Captaineer

Warnings for this chapter: None.

Length: Around 500ish.

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

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

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

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

They were gravestones.

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

“Graveyard nearby, please hurry toward destination.”

A computerized voice said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Alexa on their desk, started to babble.

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

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

Just then the door to their cabin opened up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slumping down in their chair, they groaned.

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

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

they're cosmic besties and soulmates, your honour. they may be a bit silly but their bond stretches across space and time, your honour!! no matter how, they're connected in every universe — every universe, your honour...!

[elenavr13]

ISWM/Engineer Mark Playlist

97 songs

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Space Was Cool- Gregory Brothers & Markiplier

The Last Goodbye- Gregory Brothers & Markiplier

Space Is Cool- Gregory Brothers & Markiplier

Space Is Cool (Orchestral Version)- Gregory Brothers

Warriors- Imagine Dragons

Centuries- Fall Out Boy

Born For This- The Score

Sail- Awolnation

Rise- Katy Perry

Mr. Blue Sky- Electric Light Orchestra

E.T.- Katy Perry

I Want You- Mitski

The Galaxy- The Galaxy

End Of The World- Neoni, Arcando, ThatBehavior

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Softcore- The Neighbourhood

Space Girl- Frances Forever

Love Me Not- Whitney Woerz

All Of The Stars- Ed Sheeran

Space Oddity- David Bowie

The Foundations Of Decay- MCR

Sign of the Times- Harry Styles

Astronomical- Svrcina

A Sky Full Of Stars- Coldplay

Believer- Imagine Dragons

Alligator Sky- Owl City

Made of Stars- Hovi Star

Here To Mars- Coheed & Cambria

My Universe- Coldplay & BTS

Notion- The Rare Occasions

Enemy- Imagine Dragons

Moondust- Jaymes Young

Far From Home (The Raven)- Sam Tinnesz

My Demons- Starset

One Last Breath- Tommee Profitt & Nicole Serrano

There’s A Hero In You- Tommee Profitt ft. Fleurie

Here We Stand- Hidden Citizens

Immortals- Fall Out Boys

Die For You- Starset

Trials- Starset

As We Fall- League of Legends

Mad World- 2WEI

I’m Not Afraid- Tommee Profitt ft. Wondra

Shooting Stars- Bag Raiders

Shooting Star- Owl City

Talking To The Moon- Bruno Mars

Ribs- Lorde

Sure Is Fun- Shinedown

Venus- Sleeping At Last

Where You Go I Go- Fight The Fade

Mercury- Sleeping At Last

Atlantis- Seafret

Pluto- Sleeping At Last

Earth- Sleeping At Last

Into The West- Annie Lennox

Bones- Imagine Dragons

Counting Stars- One Republic

Bleeding Out- Imagine Dragons

Whatever It Takes- Imagine Dragons

Late Night Talking- Harry Styles

Astronomy- Conan Gray

Habits- Genevieve Stokes

Waiting On The Sky To Change- Starset

Hope- Shinedown

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last

Starlight- Starset

How To Save A Life- The Fray

Romantic Homicide- d4vd

Here With Me- d4vd

One Damn Good Mistake- Miss Benny

Stolen Dance- Milky Chance

The Loneliness- Måneskin

Death Bed- Powfu

To the Universe- MISSIO

Do You Still Love Me Like You Used To- MISSIO

Gilded Lily- Cults

Anger- Sleeping At Last

Heart- Sleeping At Last

Two- Sleeping At Last

Three- Sleeping At Last

Saturn- Sleeping At Last

Already Gone- Sleeping At Last

Back to You- Flower Face

Everywhere I Go- Sleeping At Last

Ship in a Bottle- Fin

Fine- Lemon Demon

Meteor Shower- Cavetown

Love Me Again- John Newman

Just a Man- Jorge Rivera-Herrans & EPIC Ensemble

Into the Unknown- Starset

Satellite- Starset

Astronaut- Simple Plan

Epoch- The Living Tombstone

Ricochet- Starset

Invisible- Linkin Park

Slip Away- Perfume Genius

[infinite-infinite-stars]

According to my new holiday calendar, January 12th is "Kiss A Ginger" Day, so I had to acknowledge it with a quick Captaineer drawing featuring my redheaded captain Yona~.

[coff33notforme]

Hmm for Engineer, maybe him with a captain on the new planet? Basically life after the events of ISWM. Could have some PTSD from both parties and comforting each other through it all.

A/n: EATING THIS REQUEST WHOLE, dude this was such a cute prompt! I really enjoyed writing this one

Synopsis: After the events of ISWM, Mark and the Captain are trying desperately to forget what they had experienced on the ship, but their past is catching up to them rather quickly

Warnings: Mentions of hallucinations, unhealthy coping mechanisms

After the events on the ship you and Mark had undoubtedly been traumatized, whether you had realized it or not there would be long lasting effects of what you had been subjected to.

Regardless of the things you had experienced, you desperately wanted to forget everything that had happened, but it seemed as though it wouldn’t be as easy as you initially had hoped.

You had moved on to directing the construction of the new colonies, while Mark had been there alongside you working to build a civilization from the ground up.

You had been kept busy for months, with news of the progress of the building while you had helped solve problems that colonists were having while settling in, you felt it was necessary to keep yourself busy, to keep your mind from drifting to darker corners of your mind, things you needed to forget.  

You arrived home, slamming the door with a sigh as you slumped from the doorway cracking your joints with a pleasing hum as you began to set up your work on the kitchen counter, laying out the blueprints you needed to review and approve as well as complaints you had collected from Cici.

This would undoubtedly take more than a couple hours to finish, but well you were already tired, so you made a promise that you wouldn’t stay up for too long. 

Your eyes fluttered open groggily, you groaned at the sudden light that flooded your vision. 

You rubbed your eyes trying to adjust to the overwhelming light.

“Enjoy your nap Cap’n?” you knew that teasing nickname.You lazily turned your head up to the engineer, a warm smile spread across his face. 

“Mark? What are you doing? What time is it?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep as you stretched your back out and pushed yourself away from the counter, covered with unfinished sheets and documents. 

“It’s about ten-thirty-seven, and way past your bedtime. What were you even doing down here?” his brows furrowed as his chocolate brown eyes scanned the papers. You frowned as you collected the unfinished sheets. 

“Oh nothing, just documents for work. Which I still need to finish.” you murmured, anxiously eyeing the stack. 

“Well you can just finish them tomorrow, you don’t have to go in that early anyways right?” you smiled looking back to Mark as you abandoned the counter. 

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” taking his calloused hand, flicking the kitchen light off as you left the room. Making your way to the master bedroom through the empty house. 

You looked into the mirror mindlessly as you counted the seconds, brushing your teeth thoroughly before you spat out the overwhelming mint flavored paste. As you rinsed your brush under the cold water Mark called to you from the bedroom as he changed. 

“So, how are you?” the question seemed drawn out, almost hesitant, as if he was leading onto something else.

“Mark, we already talked about this over lunch, did you already forget what I told you.” you teased as you opened the cabinet setting your toothbrush next to Marks as you turned the light off joining Mark in the bedroom. 

“No, no I was just…y’know curious if you maybe forgot to tell me something exciting.” 

You quirked an eyebrow out at him doubtingly. 

“Uh huh, well I feel like you're trying to get to something else, so why don’t you just go ahead and say it Mark, I hate it when you dance around stuff like this.”

A dense silence fell over the room, and you felt a familiar feeling of dread stir in your chest. 

“I want to talk about…about what happened on the ship.” you felt your body go stiff. 

“Why would you want to talk about that?” your voice wavered as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. 

“I just, I’ve been seeing things and hearing things, things that I’ve wanted to forget, but I just can’t.” 

Again a silence fell over the room, it felt with each passing second a weight was pressing down on your chest.

You paused. 

“I know Mark, I can still hear them too.” 

Mark turned to you, his eyes glossy, as his bottom lip trembled lightly.

“Was it my fault? I know we’ve talked about this before, but I can’t help but think about what would’ve happened if I hadn’t even built the warp core.” his voice shook as he gripped his face, his eyes fixated on the floor as his body shook lightly. You frowned, walking around the bed as you squatted in front of him taking his hand in yours once again as you gave it a reassuring squeeze, his panicked eyes flickered to yours. 

“Mark, you can’t blame yourself for everything that happened, it’s not fair to you. Sure you built the machine, but nobody could’ve known what kind of power it was capable of.” Mark gave a slow nod, his eyes not leaving yours. You smiled scooting in to give him a tight hug.

“I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.” you whispered as Mark buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a quick peck against your warm skin. 

“What do you say we head to bed now?”

“Sounds like a plan Cap’n.”

Can't tell if I like this one, but oh well. Once again reblogs are appreciated!

[l05t1nth3v01d]

Echo

head engineer!Mark × Captain(gn)

TW:death of character,angst,stabby stab but no mention of blood nor other graphic descriptions of the wound,bad writing

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Mark was trying to fix the warp core for who knows how long, several years must have passed by now.He didn't know how he survived this long without food and water,he just did.The engineer felt like he was going insane and it's all the captains fault,he couldn't remember why..but he just knew it must've been their fault,they're the reason why he is so miserable.Mark felt betrayed,he once looked up to his captain,even considered them a friend and maybe more with time.

When he thinks about them now all he sees is anger. It makes him feel like a fool that he thought that the captain was a good and caring person.They couldn't be anything less other than a monster after everything right?It's their fault.He hated them.He hated himself for once loving and trusting them.

He froze when he heard a noise he took notice of many times before,Mark slowly got up and turned around.

In front of him stood the captain,they looked beaten up and tired.Mark didn't care,not anymore. At least he thought he didn't.

He snatched the crystal from the captains palm just to get 'saved' by them, destroying the warp core,taking the last chance he had to save the universe and the ship away.He could've made things right,now it was too late.

The head-engineer yelled at them,told them to leave him alone.That they've done enough,that he hates them and wishes they would just explode and die for good.The captain didn't say anything,they never really did.The silence of the captain never bothered Mark but right now it just made him even more angry.The man turned around,rubbing his face,trying to collect himself.

The Captain slowly approached him and put a hand on his shoulder,the other yanked around and pushed them away.He  yelled at them again,on how they have no right to 'explain themselves' or 'try to make it right'.They tried again and again but Mark was losing it.

He picked up a sharp piece of metal that was lying beside the console,approaching the captain.They tried to back away and  calm him down again,but it was no use though.

The engineer was blinded by rage and pushed the other again,Mark held onto them, not realising that the piece of metal that he held in his other hand was now halfway sticking in the captains lower chest. As he proceeded to blame them,they themselves were in shock and held onto Mark.The man looked down to what he had done and let go of them apruptly.They slid down the wall and gripped the metal that was now a part of them.

Mark took the the scene in front of him in and felt physically ill.He didn't speak,didn't move,he couldn't think straight.

He felt the ship shaking,they both were about to die.

It didn't take him long to also realise that it wasn't the captains fault at all,HE designed the ship,HE built the warp core. It was his fault.

Now he wouldn't just have to die with knowing he killed the captain but also with the knowledge of how he caused all the pain and loss.Every universe he jumped through died because of him.He is the monster.

The Captain was shuffling around on the ground,trying their best to stop the bleeding,Mark snapped out of it and moved quickly over to them.They flinched and tried to move away.

The engineer apologised in tears,pleaded with them for forgiveness.He loved them at one point and he thinks he still does somehow.He felt absolutely awful.

After all the things he did,the Captain chose to forgive him,told him he couldn't have known and that it's ok.

Mark was frustrated.

How can they possibly be THIS understanding after he literally STABBED them,they are bleeding out right in front of him and they say 'its ok???'.

He tried to tell them that it's not okay and that everything,including their death, is his fault.

The Captain just patted the ground beside them,telling Mark to sit beside them and he cautiously did.

They didn't say anything more and just reached out for his hand,he took theirs and leaned onto them still in tears.

Mark didnt deserve this,he knew he didn't.

But both of their lives are about to end so it didn't matter anyways.He knows he deserved to die but the captain didn't.He wishes he could save them,give them the life they deserved.Now it's too late.

The ship exploded and ripped into pieces.

All the people,all the lives,all the memories that once were,were gone.

Everything was only an echo of what once was and could've been.