Birthday - Mark Fischbach

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.

DCWI - Liam Dunbar

Requested by Anon: Could you dating Liam Dunbar and being a vampire would include??xx

Him nervously admitting that he’s a werewolf to you

“I know”

Making a joke when you're introduced to the pack

Whispering terrible puns from across the room to distract him

Calling each other by your surnames

Star Wars references with Stiles

Helping him practise lacrosse

Running races

Keeping a tally of the winner each time

“Suck it, Dunbar” when you win

Seeing who can sneak up on each other best

Texting until 2am

Being his anchor

Him asking for help in history class

Group gaming with you two and Mason

Ruffling his hair before walking to class

Him escorting you to class from your locker

Stealing his food

“Do you really drink blood or..?” “Does silver really kill you?” “So is that a no?”

Forehead kisses

First kiss after helping his through a full moon for the first time

Hugs from behind

Always having some form of physical contact

Being goals tbh

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)

Electricity

Request from @xdarksnowrosex - Hey!! Could you do avengers x reader imagine were reader is Tonys' kid and saves the avengers from really dangerous mission, that almost cost readers life? 😊

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The mission was supposed to be easy for the famous superhero team, but things never go quite to plan and this one didn't go to plan at all. Now 5/6 of them were out of action, some trapped under debris and some lying against a wall, trying to support themselves. The only one left was Iron Man, but soon joined his friends after being hit by some strange light beam, sending him crashing down.

You were waiting in the Quinjet after your dad forbade you from coming in with them, giving the whole “it's too dangerous for you” speech. As you say swinging your legs over the pilot’s seat and throwing a blue ball in the air you heard a crash and immediately sat up. After a moment, you heard another crash and a yell, making you jump out of the seat and grab your electric nunchucks and your protective gloves your dad made for you and ran out.

You hesitated just before running in to the building, your dad’s warning ringing in your head. But you were Y/N Stark, you were brought up with danger and your dad’s attention to warnings, meaning there was very little.

You pushed through the doors, quickly running towards where you knew the team would be and you were greeted by an unwanted sight. Everyone was on the floor, except your dad who was flying around but was soon hit out of the air.

“Dad!” You cried, quickly covering your mouth and taking a few steps back to try to stay out of sight. Unfortunately, it didn't work and you soon found everyone staring at you, including whatever the hell it was everyone was fighting.

“Y/N! Get away from here!” Your dad yelled out to you, but your attention was focused on the enemy that was now making it’s way towards you. You quickly pulled out your nunchucks from your belt and slipped in the gloves, getting ready to fight.

Most of the fight was a blur, you swinging your nunchucks at the enemy, landing a few hits but mostly trying to dodge attacks, bruises and cuts forming all over your body. You were starting to tire slightly when you saw the others slowly getting up. You kept fighting, trying to hold him off for long enough to let them regroup, twirling your nunchucks and repeatedly hitting the enemy.

The enemy caught your nunchucks, puling you into the air and leaving you hanging on. You looked up at him and smirked, causing a surprised look to appear across his face. You pressed the button on the end of your nunchucks, sending an electric pulse through them into him. The nunchucks started to crackle with electricity, sparks flying off it occasionally.

You hesitated for a moment before holding down the button, storing electricity to release in one go, knowing full well that you would be on the receiving end as well as him.

‘This is gonna hurt’, you thought before pushing the button down again. The electricity stored in the nunchucks was all released at once, causing the enemy to drop you and you to scream out in pain from the drop and the electricity.

Your head hit the floor and black spots started dancing before your eyes. You saw your dad reaching out towards you, a look of horror on his face. You smiled gently at him before leaning back and letting the darkness consume you.

*3rd person*

Seeing Y/N passed out on the floor set a spark off inside all of the team, especially her father. He turned from her sleeping figure to the enemy and charged at him in pure rage. The rest of the team followed, all of them now more determined than ever, not caring about their own injuries.

Finally they defeated the enemy and rushed to your side. Tony pulled Y/N into his lap, running his trembling fingers through her hair as Steve called Maria Hill on his comms and telling her to hurry.

When they got you back to Stark tower you were rushed to the medical ward, your dad struggling against the people holding him back. You were in bed for two days before you woke up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light. You saw your dad sitting in the chair beside your bed, his hair pointing everywhere and his mouth slightly ajar with small noises coming out every time he breathed out.

You leant forwards gently, ignoring the slight pain in your ribs that flared up as you put pressure on them and tapped your dad on the nose, muttering a quiet “boop”, causing his nose to twitch and his eyes to slowly open as he sat up in confusion.

“What- what's going on? Who died?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. You laughed, his hand shooting away from his face at the sound. His eyes widened as he rushed forwards and pulled you into a giant hug, knocking the wind out of you.

“Hello to you too, dad.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around him. You sighed and nuzzled your head into his shoulder, both of you unaware of the rest of the team watching from by the door, smiles on their faces at the sight of father and daughter being reunited.

Stilinski family present

Christmas imagine #2 - Stilinski family present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Your POV* You woke up to a violent burst of light flooding through your curtains. You groggily rub your eyes as you sit up and find your brother Stiles pulling your curtains open and singing Christmas songs (horribly out of tune, more like wailing really). “GET UP LAZYHEAD IT’S CHRISTMAS!” He yelled as he ripped your blankets off causing you to curl up in a ball to stay warm. “Stiles it’s only 3rd December. Christmas isn't for another 22 days.” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Well that doesn't mean we can't get in the Christmas spirit now, you damn Scrooge.” “I am not Scrooge you nerd, I love Christmas. Just not at half past eight in the morning.” You retorted, glancing at the clock on your bedside table. Stiles raised his eyebrow and glanced at you. “I have hot chocolate downstairs with marshmallows and cookies.” You shot out of bed and quickly put on your dressing gown and slippers. You made your way towards the door, grabbing Stiles by the arm and pulling him with you. When you got into the kitchen, as promised, you found a plate of cinnamon cookies and a steaming mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows bobbing gently on the surface. You leant over the counter and pulled the mug towards you, wrapping your hands around it and blowing on it to cool it down. You sat on a stool and soon Stiles came and sat next to you, his Star Wars mug in his hand. You say there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you broke it. “What are you getting Dad for Christmas?” Stiles sighed gently. “I'm not sure. I swear it's never usually this hard, but I can't seem to find the right thing.” You nodded and there was another silence, both of you thinking about what gift your dad would like. An idea popped in to your head. “Hey Stiles?” He looked up. “Yeah?” “You know Dad has been wanting to go on a date with Lydia’s mum for a while, but keeps getting interrupted.” “Yeah… Where's this going?” He questioned, tilting his head. “Why don't we plan a date for them. It'll be a good distraction from all the crazy stuff happening, and it would be the perfect present for him.” Stiles though for a moment, considering the idea, before a grin slide on to his face. “That's a great idea.” You smile. “I know. I have them from time to time.” For the next couple of days you and Stiles worked on the perfect date for your Dad, choosing restaurants, checking the weather forecast and every other detail, until you were happy with your plan. You texted Lydia, who was helping you, and told her to get her mum ready and to meet you and Stiles in an hour. You both approached your dad and he raised an eyebrow when he saw the looks on your faces. “What? What have you done this time?” You and Stiles grinned at each other. “Nothing this time. In fact, it's an early Christmas present for you.” He leant back in his chair. “Go on…” “Well we know how much you want to go on a date with Lydia’s mum.” You started. “So we planned it for you. You have under an hour to get ready.” Stiles finished. “Go on. Go get changed!” You ushered your dad towards the stairs. Half an hour later he came back down, a fresh shirt and tie on with a jacket and trousers. You smiled. “You look great Dad.” He smiled nervously. “You think so?” You nodded and Stiles appeared from in the lounge. He looked at your dad and gave him a thumbs up, a grin on his face. Your dad smiled. “Thanks you guys. This is great.” You grinned and pulled him in to a hug, Stiles joining a few seconds after. “Merry Christmas Dad.” You whispered happily as the three of you stood in the corridor in a group hug.

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.’