Before I Could - Minho (Maze Runner)

Before I could - Minho (Maze Runner)

Your name: submit What is this?

Y/N were running in the maze, like she does everyday, when she took a wrong turn. Normally she was fine, but today she was lost in thought. One of her best friends Minho had been acting strangely around her for the last few days for no apparent reason. She had to admit that she had a crush on Minho, so she was upset that he was ignoring her. He wasn’t even being subtle, he would walk in her direction, see her, then promptly turn around and hurriedly walk in the other direction.

She tried retracing her steps as far as she could remember, but most of the corridors looked the same, so she was even more lost than she was to begin with. She decided to go in the other direction in hopes of finding the exit or even one of the other runners. She realised there wasn’t much time until the doors closed, so she ran faster, looking for any signs to show her the way out.

After a few minutes she came across a corridor with a set of open doors at the end. She approached them, but stopped when she realised that those doors didn’t lead to where she usually ran in and out of everyday, but lead to a different end of the glade. These were the south doors, which were never usually open, the ones that were located in the heart of the deadheads.

She was pulled out of her state of confusion by a low rumbling noise as the doors started to close. She quickly ran to the end of the path and through the doors, barely reaching the glade in time. She navigated her way out of the deadheads and into the fields. Strangely, none of the gladers were in the fields, adding to list of confusing events that transpired that day. She wandered through the fields, towards the main doors where she could just make out a group of people standing around them.

There was no talking coming from them, only a few crying noises could be heard from the otherwise silent group. The gladers had different expressions on their faces, some of shock, some of anger, some of pure disbelief, but all of them with an undertone of sadness. They were all so focused on the now sealed doors that none of them noticed the girl approaching from the other end of the glade. Before she reached the group, one of the boys turned around to leave when he saw the girl a short distance away. A look of confusion and relief appeared on his face.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, getting the attention of the other boys as he ran to pull the girl into a hug. He was soon joined by the other boys, all with similar looks on their faces as they talked over each other, trying to reach the very confused girl who was being pulled between relieved hugs.

“Enough!” The tall leader shouted, silencing the boys. “Everyone go back to your jobs.” The boys dispersed in different directions, smiling at the girl or greeting her as they passed her. Soon the only ones left were the leader, his blonde second-in-command and the keeper of the runners, who had remained silent the whole time.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N.” The leader smiled before walking off. The second-in-command pulled the girl in for a hug.

“You gave us all a bloody fright Y/N.” He told her, “I’m just glad you’re okay. None of these shanks would’ve been able to cope with losing you to the maze, not even Gally.” The girl laughed gently as the blonde boy ruffled her hair and limped off to his hut. This left only the sassy yet handsome runner Minho.

“Hey Min.” She said in an attempt to get him to react in any way. He locked eyes with her before suddenly taking off running towards the runner’s hut, leaving the girl standing there in shock. She sighed and dejectedly made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by an excited Frypan and helped him prepare dinner. When dinner came around the girl looked around for Minho, but couldn’t see him in the mass of hungry boys.

“Hey Newt, have you seen Minho anywhere?” She asked her friend, her eyebrows scrunched together. The British boy shook his head.

“Sorry love, the last I saw him was when he was with you when you got back from your run.” The girl smiled at him, before standing up.

“I’m gonna go and find him.” She announced before making her way towards the runner’s hut she saw Minho run to earlier. When she arrived she knocked on the door with no response. She pushed open the door to see the boy with his back to her, leaning on the table, uneven breathing coming from him.

“Min?” She called out gently, causing the boy to quickly turn around to face her. His appearance surprised her. His hair was messy and his eyes were red with visible tear stains on his shirt sleeves.

“Oh my gosh, Min, what happened?” She asked worriedly, stepping towards the shaking boy. He muttered something under his breath that she couldn’t hear.

“What did you say?” The boy looked up at her and his eyes met hers. He took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly.

“I thought you were gone.” He repeated, his voice cracking. “I thought you were trapped in the maze, meaning you would be dead. I thought I lost you forever, before I could…” He trailed off at the end, his gaze still fixed in the girl.

“Before you could what, Min?” She took a step towards him, her head tilted slightly. There was only a short distance between them and there was a moment of silence where nothing happened. This was broken by the boy reaching forwards and pulling the girl into a kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and his hands resting on her waist. When they pulled apart there was a smile on the girl’s face as she wrapped her arms around the boy and leaned her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head and the couple stood there in a happy silence, with only the noises of the animals and the wind rustling through the trees and the distant sound of happy chatter.

Habaneros

You and Mark were at home with your friends Jack and Felix visiting you whilst they were in LA for a convention. They decided to film a few videos in their spare time and one of those idiots decided it would be funny to do challenges involving habaneros. After a bit of convincing, you went out and quickly picked up a bag of dried habaneros and four small bottles of milk from the shop whilst they set up the cameras and lights in the living room. They all sat down and you sat yourself on a stool behind the camera, letting them do their thing. Mark did his introduction and the three of them explained what they were about to do. You tried not to laugh as they all held the small red death vegetables in their hands with looks of regret, glad you had put down a towel to cover the floor as they held their small milk cartons in their other hands.

“Ready?” Mark asked, the three of them exchanging nervous glances before he started a countdown. “3…2…1…Go.” They all put a habanero in their mouths and you watched in amusement as their faces contorted into expressions of pain, soon followed by multiple swear words being shouted in various languages, making you glad you had closed the windows before they started. Jack started chugging the milk, Felix was still shouting with tears in his eyes and Mark was pouring the contents of his bottle over his face, occasionally making eye contact with you, a desperate look of pleading clear in them. Mark managed to get out his outro before you stopped the recording, bursting out into laughter the second you did so, earning you death stares from the three milk-covered boys. When they calmed down you were still grinning in amusement until you saw the shared look of mischief on their faces. You looked at the boys suspiciously, your face falling when you saw what they were doing. They were moving towards you, the almost empty bag of habaneros in Mark’s hand.

“No.” You said, moving towards the door, trying to escape them. “Don’t you dare. I warn you, I bite.” Mark surged towards you and picked you up, leaning away from your flailing limbs, Felix laughing and Jack filming the whole event. Mark dropped you on the couch and you accepted defeat, catching the small pepper Mark threw to you.

Before putting the pepper in your mouth, waiting for the pain to start. And oh, did the pain start. In an instant you felt like your insides were on fire and your eyes started watering as you desperately reached out for the last bottle of milk, unintelligible noises coming out of your mouth. You glared at the three boys who were laughing their asses off whilst downing the milk, Jack still filming you as you shouted insults and curse worlds at them and life.

“Just so you know, I hate all of you and everything you stand for.” You said to the three laughing boys, a smile slowly appearing on your face as you watched them, their faces covered by expressions of pure happiness as you slowly recovered from eating the habanero. Mark came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, trying to make you forgive him.

“Awww I’m sorry babe.” He laughed out as you folded your arms and pouted. “Can you forgive us?” You shook your head, trying to hide your smile.

“Pretty please?” Jack asked as he and Felix slowly moved towards you.

“Wait, what are you guys-” You were cut off by all three boys piling on top of you. “Get off me!” You tried to push them off but got no reaction. “Okay, okay, I forgive you, just let me breathe!” They let out a cheer and you felt their weight being lifted off your chest, allowing you to take a few deep breaths. You let out a small laugh and smiled, watching the three friends goof around with each other.

‘They’re idiots,’ you thought, ‘my idiots.’

Capture the flag - Mark Fischbach

When you and Mark were invited to take part in a giant game of ‘Capture the Flag’ along with 28 other gamers to promote the new Warcraft movie, the two of you jumped at the opportunity, agreeing immediately. However, the people organizing the game decided to spark rivalry between the two of teams and put the two of you, often referred to as ‘YouTube’s cutest couple’, as the captains of the two teams, you leading the Horde and Mark leading the Alliance. At first the two of you were slightly sad you would be against each other but soon your competitive sides emerged and neither of you could wait for the game.

The day finally arrived and the two of you arrived at the location and were immediately blown away by it. Soon you found your other friends such as MatPat, who was on your team, and Jordan, who was on Mark’s team, and Mark started vlogging some behind-the-scenes for his channel. Slowly your team assembled and the competitiveness went through the roof and, after a quick good luck kiss, you and Mark parted ways to give your teams ‘inspirational speeches’ which involved a lot of shouting and cheering.

Soon the game started and colour bombs were flying everywhere, you managing to hit a few people on the other team but eventually getting hit. Luckily, you were soon released and you went back to throwing. This went on for a short while, one team occasionally making progress until they were pushed back by the other team, until Mark started a sudden offensive attack by his team and they steadily made their way towards your flag. You quickly glanced over to your team mates and came to a decision that you had to move now.

You snuck through the maze, bending down to avoid being seen by the other team, Mat and Maude following behind you in order to defend you from any attacks. Luckily, they were all focused on their sudden surge towards your team’s flag, leaving theirs unprotected. You took the opportunity to run to their hill and grab the flag, quickly pulling it out and you ran back into the maze with only their jailed team mates noticing you. You weaved your way through the obstacles and made a last dash back to your hill, the other team just noticing you as you ran into your area and up the hill before planting the flag in the ground, setting off the signal for the end of the game.

The rest of your team joined you as you all celebrated your victory before you made eye contact with Mark from across the room, his eyes shining with pride. You worked your way out of the crowd of your elated team mates and ran towards Mark, jumping into his arms when you reached him as he spun you around, making you laugh as he congratulated you on getting past his “ninja senses” before he gently placed you back down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before linking your fingers together as the two of you went off to talk to the other gamers. Mat came up to you and gave you a high five before the three of you started talking and laughing, especially after Mat told you and Mark that you two were “#goals” as you leant on Mark’s shoulder.

The two of you finally made your way home after spending most of the day with the other gamers and got changed out of your paint-covered clothes and into your pyjamas. You walked into your bedroom and found Mark lying on your bed, waiting for you, stretching out his arms when he saw you walk in. You smiled to yourself and lay down next to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck as he draped his arm across you waist. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sighed contentedly before falling into a peaceful sleep.

DCWI - Gally having a crush on you

Requested by im-just-one-of-the-avengers : “Gally having a crush on you would include”???

He’s tsundere af

He actually wasn’t a douche when he first met you

Subtly listens into conversations when he hears your name

Subtly watches when another glader starts talking to you

Getting jealous when they make you laugh

You’re a medjack and help Frypan with the cooking

He gets minor injuries to spend alone time with you

He’s always the last person to get food

Waits for you as you get your food

Tells you the recipe for his ‘special drink’

Very defensive (like threatening level)

“Say that again and I’ll make sure the last thing you see is the walls of the maze shutting”

Minho not-so-subtly dropping hints

Making you a separate hut and it’s his best work

Him falling in love with you as he sees your face light up when you see it

Him blushing furiously when you hug him

Kissing him on the cheek after a conversation

Him standing in shock watching as you walk away (Minho watching and laughing)

Birthday - Mark Fischbach

28th June 1989.

That’s the date that you’ve had on your wrist since you were sixteen. Every time you looked at it you were reminded of your loneliness, everyone knows that if you have your own birthday on your wrist you have no soulmate. All of your friends have found their soulmate already, since you were already 27 and most people find their soulmate by 30. You were out shopping and bent down to reach a bag of sugar from the bottom shelf. When you stood back up you hit your head on the bottom of someone’s basket. You quickly recoiled, letting out a hiss of pain and rubbing your head when you heard a panicked voice.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” You looked up at the person speaking and you were greeted by the sight of a main with red hair, glasses, a red flannel and jeans, his brown eyes filled with concern. The most interesting was the date written on his wrist.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” You quietly replied, your eyes locked on his wrist. He followed your gaze and awkwardly rubbed his wrist, covering the date. Your eyes travelled back up to his before you glanced down at your own tattoo. The same date was written on the two. The man glanced at your wrist, his eyes widening with shock.

“I always though this was my birthday…” You said quietly, the two of you making eye contact, his eyes studying you before a wide grin spread across his face, his eyes lighting up.

“Well then. Happy birthday, soulmate.” You let out a laugh.

“You too, soulmate.” The two of you walked to the checkout together, talking about random things, your fingers slowly intertwining.

Christmas baking

Christmas imagine #1 - baking with the pack

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Your name: submit What is this?

*Your POV*

Everyone in the pack knew you had amazing baking skills, so it was no surprise when they all turned up at your house to do Christmas baking with your help.

The first struggle was designating the roles to each person. There was a lot of arguing and “but I want to do the mixing!” “Well Y/N said you're doing the rolling so get over it”. Eventually you managed to get them sorted out with Scott and Lydia doing the weighing/measuring, Kira and Malia doing the mixing, Stiles doing the rolling and cutting, Liam on oven duty and you on supervision.

You found a Christmas cookie recipe in a cookbook on the shelf and everyone agreed to make them. Since there was seven of you, you had to change the amount of each ingredient you needed. Luckily, Lydia and Stiles figured it out in about a minute and Lydia and Scott started measuring out the ingredients, passing them to Kira and Malia. You quickly got Liam to preheat the oven before you started instructing Kira and Malia on which things to mix with which and how to mix them. You gave Stiles the cookie cutters and the rolling pin and a pot of flour to spread on the counter and the rolling pin. You found a baking tray and baking paper and lined the tray, ready for the cookies.

Ten stressful and messy minutes later, the cookies were ready to go in to the oven and the oven door closed with a slam. You glanced around the room and saw the mess that had been made.

You sighed, “This is going to be fun to clean up.” The rest of the pack looked around, only just noticing their surroundings.

“Ok, here's how we’re going to do it. Liam and Kira, you're on washing duty. Stiles and Malia, you're on drying and Scott, you're on putting away. Everyone got it?” There were nods and murmurs of agreement in response and everyone set to work. After a couple of minutes everyone found a good system that made the washing up go faster and it was finished within five minutes.

You glanced at the timer and saw that it still had a couple of minutes to go. An idea popped in to your head. “Who wants hot chocolate with marshmallows?” There was a chorus of “Me!” and excited teenagers. You told them all to go in to the lounge except for Liam who stayed and helped you with the hot chocolates. When they were ready the others came racing in, grabbing at the drinks. There was a happy sigh from everyone as the warm liquid touched their lips and there was a comfortable silence as everyone drank happily.

It was disturbed by a loud ringing sound from the timer signalling that the cookies were ready. You got your oven gloves and opened the over door, pulling out the tray and putting it on the counter. The smell of cinnamon and other spices wafted through the air as you transferred the cookies on to a cooling rack. Lydia picked up one of the cookies, blew on it gently to cool it down and took a bite out of it. Everyone watched in suspense as she chewed it before a grin spread across her face.

“They're really good!” She remarked, taking another bite. This made everyone grab a cookie and try one for themselves, noises of approval sounding from them all.

“Merry nearly Christmas guys.” You laughed and got happy grins in response as the pack munched on cookies and drank hot chocolate.