#iswm x captain y/n

[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.

[rhys-blacklight]

This is from my old blog, enjoy!

“Captains Call”

Summary: My take on the “Hold On” ending of ISWM. Also the Captain can speak, but is very quiet.

Warnings: General sadness, spoilers for ISWM, angst, not proofread

Words: 517

This is also completely platonic.

The Captain sat down in front of the warp core, head in their hands, sighing a mix of despair and relief. Mark was behind them, so they thought.

He sat down next to the Captain, who didn’t move a muscle. For once, it was like they didn’t know what to do. Like they were lost. Through all of this it was shots of adrenaline, one after another disaster, dying all those times and never having the luxury of so much as a break. They’ve died, they’ve killed, and for what? For a dead starship in a sea of dying stars?

“I… I built the warp core.? It was me?” Mark finally broke the silence. The deafening, horrible silence, though this was hardly better. “..It was me.?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” The Captain spoke. Mark wasn’t quite sure he’d ever heard them utter more then a couple words once every blue moon or so.

Mark looked up at them, who was idly staring at the ground, their eyes glazed over with a look of exhaustion. Mark expected anger, rage. Maybe the Captain expected it too, but there was nothing. If anything, there was sympathy.

Mark closed his eyes, looking down. “Captain.. Captain I’m tired.” He said that as if it wasn’t already completely obvious. The bags under his eyes and the look of weariness. He had died far more then the Captain had, and you could tell by how he carried himself, how he talked, everything.

The worst part is that he didn’t die quick by a gunshot or head trauma like the Captain, if he was really here for as long as he claimed, it would have been dehydration that took his life. No doubt one of the slowest and most painful ways to go.

The Captain felt horrible. This was their crew. Their head engineer. They were meant to keep things this this from happening, it was their job to make sure nothing went wrong and yet… everything seemed so, so horribly awful.

“I don’t think I’ve slept, I don’t think I’ve slept at all..” He turned to face the Captain, this was the first time they made eye contact since Mark was begging them to let him go while the Captain looked him in the eyes while they destroyed what he spent an eternity in hell making, which already felt like an eternity ago. “Have… Have you..?”

The Captain shook their head and choked out what was meant to be a laugh, but sounded more like a choked sob and smiled a sickly sweet smile that was meant to be comforting. “No, no I don’t think I have.”

Mark nodded, looking back down at his feet with a a combination of regret, shame and agony painted on his face.

“Like I said—“ The Captain stood up, offering their hand to him to help him up. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over, we can go back to our ship and finally land on that planet with our colony. We can have what we wanted. Finally. Deal?”

Mark looked up at them, took their hand and nodded. “Deal.”

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

duality of my favourite ships :)

[districtattorney404]

the memories kept coming back to me...

oh Engy, how can I respond to your love now...?

[oswinunknown]

new years captaineer

[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.

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

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Vitals: Normal

ADS: Normal

Cryo: Normal

Reactor: Normal

Warp Core: N/A

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

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

“Computer! Play something Christmas-y.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come with me.”

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

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

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

Oh.

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 :)

[captainrose35]

So like has literally NO ONE done an In Space with Markiplier role swap?! Like Engineer Mark goes through the wormhole, warp core, universes are being destroyed shit and the Captain is the one he finds different versions of in these universes and has an old version?! Oh and the warp core scene at the end where the Captain is the one to hit Mark, take the crystal and give the whole speech! Because then he's the one faced with the choice of letting the person he admires go or hold on for dear life! Then we get the "It's my fault." speech in the Hold On ending from the Captain!! I mean come on! Surely it's been done already and I just haven't looked hard enough right?! RIGHT?!

[themagical1sa]

oh now, holding this pain just like on the day I left you alone

the pain grows more every day endlessly before me, like deja vu

hi. my name is Isa Capi and I refuse to sleep once again lol my brain is so weird for wanting to be depressed on a rainy November night like tonight. in the Philippines. it’s the perfect kind of night to get cozy and sleep. if I didn’t want to sleep, I would have rather worked on some college assignments, but my brain doesn’t want to work either! what the heck 🧍 well, since my brain doesn’t want to sleep nor work and I don’t want to be depressed, I am now making a compromise by making something my brain and I can agree on: writing a vent-comfort drabble. this has happened before with my first Tagalog-written drabble and it worked well as a distraction from Being Mentally Ill™ lmao without further ado, here is the drabble.

⏳ WRITING START : 11-17-2022 ⌛ WRITING END : 11-28-2022

#️⃣ WORD COUNT : roughly 2.1k words

🏷️ TAGS : post-ISWM, Captaineer (The Captain/Head Engineer Mark), angst to comfort, holy shit veeery angsty now that I think about it, the Captain is Tired, we have Impostor Syndrome and it's Horrible, I am once again reiterating angst to comfort

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS AND HEADS-UP :

dabbles into what having a horrible and intrusive mental state feels like with impostor syndrome.

colored text (particularly colored red and blue) has been utilized for a visually immersive reading experience.

reader discretion is advised. in other words: read at your own risk.

“Good work today, everyone. You are all dismissed.”

You watch as everyone leaves the conference room, satisfied smile still enduring on your face. Once the last of the head officers and their assistants have left, you finally let yourself collapse slowly to the floor, barely leaning on the wall as you did so.

You’re tired.

You are so overwhelmingly tired — exhausted, even.

Then again, who wouldn’t be, after jumping through countless of lifetimes and endangering countless lives?

Who wouldn’t be beyond exhausted carrying unfathomable guilt while leading the first human colony outside of your own solar system and galaxy?

Good God, you didn’t think it would come to this.

You didn’t even think you’d even be here at all.

You curl into a ball from your previous sitting position, hugging your knees to yourself as you close your eyes.

How did you get here?

A lot of thoughts zoom by your mind as you sit there in the conference room, alone beside the door while contemplating your life decisions.

You were given this role of Captain because the world’s authorities thought of you worthy, but were they right to trust you with the Invincible?

Do they know about how much you had managed to screw up the multiverse?

How did you even get here?

Did you even deserve to be here?

You couldn’t trust your own mind at this point. Intrusive thoughts become louder by the second, making you hold your head as you shake it. “No, no, shut up,” you whisper to yourself. “I deserve to be here. I worked so hard and so well that I was entrusted here. They saw me fit. I deserve to be here.”

You reassure yourself, but your attempts feel futile as the intrusive voices in your head speak ever louder and more erratically. No, you don’t, they retort. You just faked your way into becoming Captain like the impostor you are. You’re a fail YOU FAILED!– failure and you’re undeserving of being Captain. WHO ARE YOU, REALLY? They should have put you down when they had the chance. You shouldn’t be here– who are you to be here?

You’re very aware of how it’s becoming worse — you should be having this breakdown in your room, in your personal space. You want to berate yourself for not having left the conference room earlier, but you decide against it as you try to get up, leaning on the wall for support before moving forward to the long table in the room. Your mental state has worsened your breathing, your once normal rhythm now quickened into panicked breaths. You try to take a deep breath before turning to the door–

“Captain?”

–where you see your Head Engineer, looking at you with worry clearly showing on his face.

“Mark,” You try to smile, but you’re self-aware of how it isn’t quite hiding your pain. “I was just about to leave. Did you forget something?”

Mark blinks as he looks around the empty conference room before worriedly looking back at you. “No, I– I was looking for you, Cap. Are you okay? How long have you been here?”

You softly (and yet, bitterly) chuckle at Mark’s response about finding you. You shake your head slowly as you say, “I’m fine, Mark. I haven’t been here too long. I was just about to leave.”

You mentally pick yourself up — it feels like carrying more than one dead body for you, and this is just you picking yourself up — and you try to make it seem like you’re not slowly staggering as you exit the conference room, but then you hear Mark say,

“I remember, Captain.”

You stop just at the doorway.

“…what do you mean you remember, Mark?”

You are now turned to him, seeing his face darken with trauma and regret.

“Everything,” Mark answers, his voice deep with remorse. “I– I remember how we kept jumping into universe from universe, and I– God, I thought it was you, but I– it was all me, Cap. It was me–”

“No,” you sternly interrupt him despite your current mental state. “It wasn’t just you. You may have built the Warp Core, but I was the one making rash decisions. I was the one who put everyone in the multiverse at risk. I put everyone on the line and I was the one who hurt everyone, including you.”

Mark is baffled with the way you’re owning up to what happened. “But you–”

“But I’m nothing!” You suddenly burst out, unable to stop the tears beginning to flow and stream down your face.

This takes Mark back, baffled and shocked as you unravel in front of him.

“I was the one entrusted with the lives of every single person on this ship,” You continue, “and that’s including you! Do you know how that feels, carrying that responsibility?! I was supposed to keep everyone safe, and I was supposed to make sure we all get through the journey unharmed, but I– but I–!”

You stop. You realize you’re unraveling.

You realize that you’re unraveling in front of your Head Engineer.

You realize that you’re unraveling in front of the only other person who knows about what happened.

He didn’t deserve to see you like this, not when you’re the same person who continuously looked for him; not when you were the one who persevered through lifetime to lifetime, hopeful that you could stop him from repeating his same mistake that destroyed the multiverse and trapped it into a destructive loop.

He didn’t deserve to see you like this.

He didn’t deserve to see you like this at all.

In fact, he shouldn't have to see you, his Captain, unraveling so messily like this.

You scoff; and then, you let out a bitter laugh.

“Ha… haha…” Your voice resounded, broken and unsure as your eyes darkened with your bitter smile. “I’m… I apologize for my outburst. That was… that was really unbecoming of me. I should go now.”

You turn to finally leave, but you feel a hand hold yours, halting your departure once more.

“Don’t…” Mark begins, trailing off. “Don’t go yet.”

You don’t move. You don’t even turn to look at him when you say, “Let me go.”

“No.” Your Head Engineer deadpanned, voice solid and stern. “I’m not letting you go.”

You turn your head a little, as if leaning to look. You don’t, however, as you refuse to see him.

“Let me go, Mark.”

“No. I’m here, Captain. I’m here, holding on to you, and I’m not letting you go.”

You suddenly remember when you held him back from the wormhole.

He was begging you to let him go, to let him fix what he thought was your mistake — but you knew how it was all him, and that even his older self knew he needed you to stop him. You spent lifetime after lifetime letting him slip through your hands until you finally, finally got ahold of him and never let him go.

It seems the tables have turned.

“Why…?” You weakly ask, voice barely above a whisper. “You know. You know how I put everyone in the multiverse at stake. I put everyone at stake and I treated it like a game. I was horrible for that and you know it.”

Mark could only shake his head, beyond baffled at what he was hearing from you. “What?! Captain, no! I don’t think of you that way, not anymore. Nobody thinks of you that way–”

“Well, I do!” You finally admit, turning so quickly to him that you feel a little dizzy. “I finally realize why you and Lady resented me so much, and– God, I didn’t see it, but I killed so many people– so many dead, and it was all because I thought we were just starting over!”

At this point, you’re sure you look much like a mess. Your hair is unruly from the way you held your head earlier, and your eyes are flowing with tears — tears that have long stained your cheeks and flowed until they drop to the floor. Snot is beginning to run down your nose. You’re sure you’re far from pretty and/or handsome.

You’re far from pretty and/or handsome.

Even so, Mark can’t help but love you more anyway.

“I thought…” You speak again, catching his attention once again. “I thought that… I thought if I find you, if I find you and hold on… I thought it would stop. And I was right– older you was right, even– and we restored the multiverse.”

Your eyes drop to the floor, closing them as you remember all those bodies — all those corpses — that came out of the wormhole for every time you died and/or jumped into another universe.

All those corpses.

All those lives.

All those people– dead because of you.

“We restored the multiverse, Mark,” you state to him, but your voice has become more broken as you hold back a sob before looking at him in the eyes.

“We restored it, Mark, but what did it cost? What did my foolishness cost?”

You couldn’t stand anymore — not when you’re already falling apart. You had half the mind to lean onto the wall before sliding down to the floor again. You don’t care about appearances anymore; it��s just you and your Head Engineer, anyway. You try to take deep breaths as haunted memories flash in your mind. You close your eyes and put your gloved hands over them as an attempt to stop seeing such flashbacks, but you can still see it all like a waking nightmare.

The fact that you can still remember almost clearly makes you whimper.

You don't feel it at first, but Mark had crouched to level with you, hands reaching to your shoulders. Before you know it, you find yourself in your Head Engineer's arms, wrapped in his warm embrace.

Mark hugging you feels very comforting — grounding, even. The voices in your head begin to die down, and the intrusive nightmarish distortion of your memories start to fade as your mind relaxes. Your breathing slows, and you find yourself leaning more to your Head Engineer as he carefully cradles and comforts you.

His voice is soft when he speaks.

“You know, Captain,” he begins somberly, “I'm really glad you held on to me.”

What he said makes you look at him with your tired, cried-out eyes.

“...what makes you say that?”

Mark sighs as he gently strokes your hair, closing his eyes as he thinks back to the loop. “Well, I was just making the same mistake after all,” he reasons out. “I remember catching wind of that.”

You remember when his older self realized it back in the diner, telling you that you had to stop his younger self. “Oh... you remember that, don't you?”

He chuckles bittersweetly. “Yeah, somewhat...”

You chuckle with him, subconsciously glad that you can recall the events of the wormhole without your mind twisting it maliciously.

“I kind of remember when I hoped that you'd stop me,” he admits, voice soft as he recalls the time. “I don't think I was consciously hoping, though... but that Warp Crystal always found you, didn't it?”

What he just said makes you think.

For every loop reset, you come back to a sabotaged ship. You recall when you do reach the door to the Warp Core Chamber and how the Warp Core was looking for a suitable host and how it always said suitable host located when it scans you.

“With that said, Captain,” Mark begins, taking you out of your reverie. “You're not as horrible as you think. In fact, I believe you really are the best of us, because you never gave up on your crew — you never gave up on me.”

Your Head Engineer gently takes your face by the chin, making you look him in the eyes as you sniff. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying, cheeks stained with all the tears that have been flowing. You're evidently vulnerable, and Mark takes it upon himself to take care of you for the time being.

“You never gave up on us, so don't give up on yourself, Cap,” he softly states, “because I believe in you just as much as you believed in me.”

You feel your heart ache and you cry even more — but now you gratefully smile.

“Mark, thank you,” you say, voice weak and cracked. “Really, thank you.”

He reflects your smile sincerely as he chuckles. “I should be thanking you, Captain. But yeah... you're welcome.”

The both of you stay there, cuddled up together on the floor as you steady yourself and your breaths. You lean onto your Head Engineer's shoulder as he cradles you, hugging you and holding your head. Your intrusive thoughts have all died down now, and all that's left in your headspace is a sense of comfort and contentment. You finally feel at peace with yourself.

Whatever had happened is all in the past now, and you've never been more glad that you experienced it all with him.

P.S. I really meant to utilize the colored text more specially to simulate the Captain's headspace post-ISWM. I like to think that post-ISWM, they build their new colony, they start having doubts about themself, which slowly and eventually leads to nightmarish distortions of their memories. It then develops into a horrible state of mind — hence the red and blue. You can say they're like… glitches. Errors, if you will. Oh, and you know how, in a distant place in the multiverse, we are part of an amalgamated being that glitches red and blue? How their red is often passionate rage, and their blue is often a calculated calm? Yeah.

Anyway, writing this helped me feel better, even if for a little bit. I've been feeling horrible about myself lately (hence this entire fic lmao) so it's nice to let it out somehow. This was cathartic. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed reading this.

The divider used in this is a cropped photo of steil egil liland's Blac Blue and Green.

[speedystarshine]

Can I request Yandere Iswm Mark Headcanons?

Ofc ofc!! Here you go anon!!

Someone you'd never expect.

He has a lot of control over the ship (I mean not only being head engineer but also kinda the guy who built it)

He falls head first instantly. You're actually nice? You give him and the crew basic human decency? 👀

He's not really the type to get jealous, but he's not above having a little word with someone.

Top tier delusional. He acts like your already dating but at the same time is so scared of you questioning him and crashing his little Dreamland so he tries to keep it under check.

Over time, he does start to get a little more bold. Not only in his affections, but his little talks with the crew soon turn a little more violent.

He often sabotages parts of the ship so he can come save the day, and you can reward him!

Honestly there's no way you can de-escalate the situation.

Confronting him would cause him to snap, but saying nothing would make him think it's okay and his behaviour would get worse from there.

He wouldn't want to kill the entire crew, no matter how enticing the thought of just the two of you at your end destination sounds, but he's not above killing a few bunch of people or breaking a few bones.

The affection tones up a notch too. You'd probably end up confronting him when it becomes too much.

After all the wormholes though? 100% worse than it was before. He's snapped, and you better hope he doesn't find you again.

[clemblog]

Clem’s Markiplier Oneshots

•••

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

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[i-got-a-bad-feeling-about-this]

I would love to see some more Camp Counsellor Mark fluff next time you get the chance~. He seems really sweet the way you write him and I think he deserves lots of smooches~ 💚

You deserve it(Camp Mark x GN Reader)

Summary- You live the perfect life with Mark, something out of a fairytale. You can't help but wonder if you deserve it, Mark is there to reassure you that you deserve all of it.

TW's- little self deprecation, fluff, on the shorter side under 1k words

SOOOO I actually wrote this a month ago and thought I posted it, turns out I didn't to my horror. I am also so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy it. I was in a mood when I wrote this so hopefully, it's fluffy enough for you all! Thanks, again and I'm actually starting a small business ( Keep an eye out, you all will like it)

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Nothing could beat this. You sat on your cozy ass couch next to a warm fireplace drinking some hot cocoa that your amazing boyfriend made for you. The view of the snowy forest made the moment perfect. 

When your nature-loving boyfriend had suggested moving out to a cabin in the woods you were iffy (we've all seen that horror movie), but looking back on it, you were happy you said yes. A part of you never thought you would have any of this, you thought maybe you would die alone, but you were okay with that. Though this was much better. 

You looked at the love of your life hugging your side and laughing at his favorite movie. You were so thankful for the off-season, camp was amazing, but seeing Mark so relaxed made your heart flip in your chest. He had lost his usual counselor uniform and hat. He was instead wearing some red plaid PJ pants and no shirt, his dark hair a mess, and his tan skin a little less tan because of the winter season. His dark eyes sparkled in joy, you had no idea why he loved Yogi Bear so much, but if it made him happy it made you happy. 

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before cuddling closer to him, making sure the blanket covered you both. Mark turned his head with a soft smile, 

“What are you staring at Darlin?” he asked, you blushed being caught starring at him,

“The love of my life, the light of my life, the apple of my eye.” You answered pressing kisses all around his face. Mark let out a soft chuckle, before grabbing your face gently and placing a kind kiss on your lips. 

“ You are absolutely amazing, I do hope you know that Darlin.” He said, before starting to get up. You let out a groan before wrapping your arms around him, stopping his attempt to leave. 

“Wheeeeere are you going? Why must you leave me?” You joked, 

“ I am going to refill our coco and add wood to the fire. I promise I'll be right back.” He replied, Take your cup. With another groan, you let him go and rolled off the couch watching him walk to the kitchen laughing gently. 

You smiled before standing up and walking over to the window, it was snowing outside and while the cold was a bitch, it also is really pretty, 

You let out a sigh, this moment is perfect, but you can't help but feel like you don't deserve it. You never thought you would have this kind of dream life, and maybe you don't deserve it. A pang of guilt hit your chest, you weren't a perfect dream kind of person, you were

Just you. 

You felt a pair of arms wrap around you interrupting your thoughts. You looked over your shoulder to see Mark with his messy hair. 

“ Now, Now Darlin what's got that glum look on your face.” He asked, playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“I don't really know, it's kinda stupid.” 

“ If it's making you feel sad then it can't be dumb,” Mark stated pulling you close. 

“Well,” you sigh, “ Everything is amazing, I live in a beautiful cabin in a beautiful place with my amazing boyfriend and I have no worries. “ You paused 

“ Though I’m not sure I deserve this kind of fairytale romance. It looks like we popped right out of a storybook and well.” You looked away from the window, “ I'm not royalty.” 

Mark frowned. He turned you around and held your hands,

“ You may think that, but to me, you're above royalty. You are such an amazing person, “ he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “you deserve to have a fairytale romance.”

You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. He quickly pressed kisses all over your face, before leading you to the middle of the living room. He took the blanket off your shoulder, and before you could protest he threw it on the sofa and pulled you close. He yelled out 

“ Computer plays the dancing playlist.” and soft slow classical music started to play. 

He grabbed your hand and placed the other on your waist. He kissed you and started to lead you around the room. 

He spun you around the room and dipped you until it got dark. That day Mark had made you feel like royalty, and all your worries had been quickly kicked from your mind. The only thoughts you had were about dancing with Mark for the rest of your life. You had known Mark was your person and you loved him, but if you didn't know it already you would have learned that day. 

You both collapsed on the sofa, breathing heavily. Mark pulled you on top of him and cuddled you. You placed a kiss on his forehead and closed your eyes. This moment was perfect and you both deserved it. 

“ I love you so much, Darlin.” You smiled, 

“I love you too Mark.” 

You and Mark deserve each other, and he made sure you knew that.

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I have a Headcanon about Mack that I love with my whole heart. I know it’s like fanoncanon that Mack is a simp for us (captain) like mark. But I love the idea that he follows us around making sure we’re ok. Not in a yandere way or anything but like making sure we don’t get injured or if we do he’s the first to help. Obviously complains about it but still helps us no matter what.

[cass-rambles]

Ah, fuck it. I like writing prompts.

So, ever since the whole ”destroying the universe” incident, he still holds an incredibly amount of guilt and often apologizes too much and has the occasional panic attack over the incident, what would the captain do to help him calm down and move on? and maybe Mark would return the favor by helping them overcome their trauma?

🧑‍🦯 legimitely forgot I had things in my inbox for SO FUCKING LONG dear god, hsbadjhs anyways anon :] I hope you enjoy even though it's very short and late tw: panic attacks, self-destructive/self-harming behavior, stay safe folks! ⟢

◟ my ways are wearing me down

It hasn't gotten better. Mark thinks shallowly as the ringing inside his head continues, piercing through his senses like a tainted dagger, lungs squeezing nearly painfully inside his ribcage.

He doesn't tell you/the captain about his nightmares or his panic attacks. Why would he? After all, it's all his fault. He's- was the source of your torment. He caused it. The constant loop, the reactor, the universe slowly falling apart as you both tried to save it. It's a shame he realized so late the misery was unfolding right by his hands, the gloves hiding from sight his blood and tragedy-painted hands.

He has trouble sitting near you, even the closest brush against his captain sending his mind reeling into a black captivating pit in the worst of ways.

He loves you for God's sake! Yet he has caused you so much pain.

When you finally encounter him in a usually unvisited by any members of your crew technical room, curled up against one of the walls, pressing himself tight into it as his hands pull at his hair mercilessly-

Your heart breaks just a little.

"Mark?" His name echoes out through the room as you take cautious steps to his form, slipping to the floor to his level.

The crew member doesn't respond, even more so curling up into the tight space as he hears your gentle voice.

You wordlessly shuffle closer, pulling away his hands from him, blowing on the fingers as you murmur to him:

"Your lovely locks are going to fall apart if you keep tugging at them so harshly."

It's no surprise that he chokes up hearing your words, taking a few sharp breaths in before he speaks out, as usual, guilt clawing at his throat.

"Why do you treat me like this? After all, I've done-- After what I've made you go through, all the blame- I don't deserve it. I don't deserve your kindness."

"You shouldn't blame yourself so much. I may not be, well. Over it. But despite everything I still care about you, Mark."

You keep a hold of his hands gently as you start taking deep breaths in, the look you send Mark motioning for him to follow your motions.

"Please don't give up. Please. A captain needs their head engineer by their side. I need you by my side."

The quietness of your voice and the broken edge of sadness to it is enough to make the man tip his head up, forcing himself to look at you. You still think he looks gorgeous, despite the teary face, exhaustion-stained face, and ruffled like a nest hair.

"You won't give up on me, will you Captain?" He asks somewhat steadily, although his words are spoken out hoarse, unsure. "Never. Captain's word."

And for now, it's enough. For both of you.

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i love these softies ahwbhhawh

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Reverse don’t sketch

[faecaribou]

It Wouldn’t Make A Difference

ao3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/45856459

tw: character talks a lot about suicide and kinda does it at the end in an implied sense but its In Space With markiplier so dying doesnt mean dying

Summary: The Captain gets a little too cavalier with killing themselves to move on to new universes. Mack gets a bit of a scare.

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It's a quiet night. Well, all nights are quiet in space.

You sway to music that even you can't hear, arms out and dancing to an invisible partner.

You're getting kind of tired of this loop. Mark's not here this time, it's Mack. You've had him as your Head Engineer before. This time, you were a on top of it, activating protocols to help the ship instead of opening his pod so that by the time he stepped out of the pod, you had done everything but wake the crew leads. Mack rushed to take action, to take control, of course, but by then you had already placed yourself in a position where you had proven your worth. He couldn't take over so easily, and it left him visibly fuming.

He was likely to find some way to take control by the time you were up tomorrow. You spun your nonexistent partner, catching a blurred glimpse of the glass of the control room that led out to the beautiful stars.

You think that maybe tomorrow morning when you step out of your cryo pod, instead of listening to Mack, you'll just throw the fire hydrant into the window. A quick death that will let you move on in the right direction toward your real head engineer.

"Captain?" You turn to find your head engineer watching you from the hallway, confused.

You thought he was in his cryo pod. Oh well. You suppose it makes sense that he'd be awake. He needs time to start scheming how to take control, doesn't he?

You keep dancing to your nonexistent song. You sway to no tune. There is nothing in your head. It's more like practicing dancing steps than any real moves.

"Captain," Mack says, strangled. "What are you doing?" There's no such thing as embarrassment when no one remembers your actions but you. Still, something drives you to at least acknowledge him.

"Dancing." Impulsively, you turn and reach out a hand. "Care to join? It's not like you'll remember."

"What?" He steps closer despite himself. "What are you talking about?"

"It's okay to dance with me," You repeat. "No one will see. It wouldn't interfere with your plans to take over." Mack makes a startled noise, no doubt surprised that you know about his plans. "Oh shush. As I said. it doesn't matter. You won't remember any of this."

"Why wouldn't I remember this tomorrow morning?"

"Because I'll kill myself," You explain, and the blood drains from his face, and he stares at you. "Then I'll go off to another universe, no doubt one where Mark is head engineer."

"Mark?" Mack looks pale. "Who- who is-"

"None of that." You grab his hand and pull him closer to you.

"Captain!" Mack yanks himself out of your grasp. "Explain yourself!"

Fine. So you tell him some of it. You don't make the mistake of mentioning Mark again, though. You're not quite ready for this universe to break and send you away yet. "The warp core is malfunctioning, and it's going to destroy every universe if I don't stop it. This-" You gesture to the warp crystal in the palm of your hand, and Mack leans forward to see it- "allows me to travel across the universes to try and find the warp core. Sometimes I switch universes randomly, but if I die it always takes me to a new universe."

Mack looks at you, a glimmer of fear in his eyes. "So you've just been killing yourself? Over and over?"

You shrug. "Sometimes it's faster than waiting for the portals to appear."

He grabs you. "Captain," He says, voice low and desperate. "I know that cryo sleep can cause strange dreams, but you can't kill yourself."

You ignore the first part of the statement. It's not the first time someone hasn't believed you, and it won't be the last.

"You need a scapegoat that badly? No thank you." You pull out a small knife you obtained from the murderer version of Mark you met. "It's quite easy. Injuries don't follow me into the next universe. Blood doesn't stay on my clothes. I just-" You raise the knife and Mack smacks it out of your hand.

"No!" He shouts. The knife clatters across the control room floor noisily. It's the loudest thing around.

You follow it with your eyes, and Mack steps in front of your gaze, staring at you intently.

"Captain, please," He says, voice rough, and you look at him. He's sweating, and scared. You don't understand.

"What?" You demand, and he grabs both your hands.

"Please don't kill yourself," he begs. "You- I-" He swallows. "You mean a lot. To- uh. To the crew!"

"To the crew." You say flatly. Sometimes it's true, you suppose. Sometimes the crew remembers what you've done, and they eye you with respect and awe. You're saving the universe. The last time Mack was head engineer, they watched you with hatred. They remembered all the wrong things. You have a certain confidence to you that when you fix everything, they won't remember it at all. Which is good, you suppose. You've been acting a bit like a fool lately.

"To me," Mack amends, and you turn your attention to him, surprised that he would admit it.

"You care about me?" You ask, disbelieving, and he steps closer and instead of saying anything else, he begins to dance with you, following the steps you had been taking with your imaginary partner. How long had he been watching?

It doesn't matter. He won't remember. You dance with him until your feet hurt, and then you keep dancing. Pain isn't real to you anymore. But Mack looks more and more discomforted as you continue, and you think of the fairy tale where people danced until they died. You slow to a stop, then put your hands around his waist.

"What are you doing?!" He yelps as you lift him up and set him down on the main monitor.

"Rest your feet," You reply, and Mack stares at you for a long moment.

"You... you don't feel a thing, do you." His voice sounds miserable.

"No," You confirm. He looks more upset.

"Please don't kill yourself, Captain. You mean a lot to me." Some part of him sounds resigned.

"I can't stay in this universe." Mack hangs his head down, and you almost feel bad. In the dim lighting, with the sweaty shine in his hair, he doesn't look too bad. He looks rather handsome, you admit to yourself.

Eventually, he slides off of the monitor.

"I won't remember any of this?" He asks quietly, and you nod. You're not sure if he actually believes you.

He steps forward anyway. "So I won't remember this." He brings his face closer to yours, hands moving up to cradle your face. His lips meet yours.

He's surprisingly gentle for someone who's going to become a dictator in the near future.

Your eyes flutter shut as the kiss deepens. Eventually, you pull away. Some part of you is disappointed. It might be the most amount of emotion you've felt in quite a while that wasn't a tired determination.

Mack stares at you some more, as if he's trying to commit you to memory. It won't work but you let him try.

"I better see you in the morning, Captain. That's an order," He says, and he steps into his cryo pod. You nod your head and turn to your pod. You don't hear him close his door until you've started to step inside your cryo pod. He must've been waiting. It doesn't matter. The moment you hear his pod close, you step back out of yours and pick up your knife.

You raise your knife.

You were originally going to end this loop early to avoid Mack hurting your feelings.

You're doing it now to spare his.

You've never given thought as to whether you leave some sort of body behind when you switch universes. You're pretty sure you don't.

You pray you don't.