Habaneros

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.’

Out of the dark - Isaac Lahey

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Everyone has good days where everything goes in your favour and anything that could go wrong doesn’t. Then there’s the bad days, where everything that could go wrong does go wrong. The McCall pack from Beacon Hills were definitely having a bad day, in fact they were having a bad week. With the new threats from the Alpha pack and the mysterious Darach, there was no break for the group of teenagers.

This bad week got progressively worse, so by the end of the week there was little hope left. The worst few days were when the pack were lured into a trap by the Alpha pack and they were being held captive in some sort of vault. Every so often one of the alphas would come in to check they were still there and make occasional threats.

On the last day of them being held captive, the pack knew something was going to happen when the entire alpha pack, minus Deucalion, came in with claws out and smirks on their faces. The lack of food and water and the constant supply of wolfsbane had caused the McCall pack to become tired and unable to put up a strong fight, as well as lacking the motivation to do so. The alphas knew this and came to take advantage of the fact that they were easy targets. As the alphas drew nearer, all the McCall pack could do was wait for the attack and hope that it would be over quickly, trying to shield themselves as best they could and finding a last comfort in each other.

The attack never came, causing the pack to look up. There was a bright light surrounding Y/N, spiralling up into the sky, her eyes closed and her feet lifted off the ground. Her hands were raised and she was muttering words in a strange language. Her eyes snapped open and a bright light came out of each of them, consuming the alphas, her chant ending as she thrust her hands towards them. The pack shielded their eyes from the light and waited for it to die down.

When the light faded away they looked up and saw Y/N hovering over the unconscious bodies of the alphas. There was still a dull glow around Y/N’s body which somehow reenergised the McCall pack.

“Y/N?” Scott called out cautiously. She looked over in their direction before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she started falling to the ground. Isaac was the first to react and he dashed forwards to catch her, reaching her just before her body hit the ground. The others quickly joined him, surrounding Y/N as she lay unconscious in Isaac’s arms.

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Her eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light. She pushed herself up so she was leaning on her elbows and rubbed her eyes. There was no one in the room with her, but she could hear voices downstairs. Slowly, she stood up and shuffled over to the door, pushing it open. She made her way down the stairs, holding on to the rail to support herself.

When she got downstairs she saw the others sitting around a table with drinks in their hands. She leaned against the door frame and smiled. Allison was sitting opposite the door so she was the first one to see Y/N. She quickly put her cup down and scrambled out of her chair, getting the attention of the others.

“Y/N!” She ran over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. Y/N laughed and hugged her as the others quickly made their way over. Scott and Stiles hugged her as well, with Lydia having a similar reaction to Allison. Isaac was last and he made eye contact with Y/N, a blank expression on his face. She raised one eyebrow and Isaac quickly pulled her into a tight embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, her face buried in his chest. The rest of the pack quietly left the room as the two of them stood there in silence.

“How did you do that thing back with the alphas?” Isaac asked softly, without releasing Y/N from his embrace. She lifted her face to look him in the eyes.

“I don’t know. I don’t remember much. I just remember the alphas coming in, then it all went fuzzy.” She replied honestly, still feeling tired from whatever occurred back in the vault.

“Well, whatever it was, I’m glad it happened when it did. Just don’t ever scare me like that again.” His words caused Y/N to pull back, confusion written across her face.

“What did I do to scare you?”

“After the thing where you were floating with the light, you fell out of the sky and almost hit the ground. I almost didn’t reach you in time, and the thought of that terrifies me.” Isaac replied, the memory replaying in his head. “Then you weren’t responding and none of us knew what to do. I felt so helpless.”

Y/N looked at him with with gentle eyes, her hand moving up to his face.

“Isaac, I know that whatever happens to me, you’ll always be there to save me. And I’ll always be there to save you, so you don’t need to be scared. Besides, I’m a tough girl, I’m not gonna let a group of big-headed werewolves get rid of me.” She smiled and Isaac pulled her in to another hug, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. As they stood there in their loving embrace, they marked the journey. The journey out of the dark.

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

Shot

awesomenewtimagines - What about a Newt imagine where it's basically the same as the scorch trials movie but the reader was in the maze with Aris and they are best friends. Instead of Minho knocking out the guard the reader does that. And while running out of the compound the reader get shot, nothing serious, just a flesh wound on the upper arm. Since the moment Newt saw the reader he felt like he knew her, like Thomas felt like he knew Teresa and the reader feels that way about Newt too. The reader is fearless, protective of the people she love, hates having people take care of her, or worry about her. So she doesn't tell them that she was shoot right away. They figure out she was shoot when Thomas and Newt is fighting about not having a plan and she almost faints do to blood loss. (the bullet hit a blood vessel) not to much fluff. And you don't have to stop writing in the mall, continue maybe to the end of the movie? I don't mind it being long and multiple parts, but if you like it short and have a good idea for a short one, don't let me stop you. Write how you want to!

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You followed the others half way down the corridor before stopping and turning to the other end.

"Y/N! What are you doing? Come on!" Newt yelled, but you ignored him and took off running in the direction you had just come from.

'I hope this works', you thought to yourself, the shouts of the others barely audible over the sound of the air whistling in your ears. As you reached the end of the corridor you slid along the floor, swinging your leg into the legs of the guard who had just rounded the corner, causing him to fall to the floor and hit his head on the wall, his gun sliding across the smooth surface.

You grabbed the gun and pushed yourself off the floor and ran back to join the others, met with looks of astonishment and pride.

"Are we gonna wait around for more guards or are we gonna go?" You asked, resting the gun on your shoulder. The reply was a mixture of silence and laughs, making you grin and walk off down the corridor, trying to find a way out.

The group followed Thomas to the medical ward where Teresa was being kept. You stood back as Thomas ran over to Teresa, helping her up, your gun pointed at the rattling door. In a flash, Thomas and Newt had smashed the window with chairs and you threw Thomas the gun before you climbed through the window, Newt helping you to make sure you didn't get cut by the shards of glass.

You soon found yourself running alongside Newt again, trying to get away from Jansen and his guards, your fingers linked as you helped him run faster until you arrived at a door. Thomas swiped the key card again and again, the mechanism denying access every time.

Thomas turned to face Janson as the rest of your group tried in vain to get the door open. You watched as Thomas moved towards Janson, pointing the gun at him before the door opened and Thomas started firing.

You heard another gunshot and felt something hit your arm, pain radiating off it, but you tried to ignore it as the group ran for the big door that lead to the 'Scorch'. Thomas managed to get the door open and you followed the others out into the unknown, ripping a piece of cloth off the bottom of your shirt to tie around your wound, hoping the others wouldn't notice. You saw Newt glance back at you and slow down to wait for you to catch up before the two of you chased after the others.

The group finally arrived at what looked like an abandoned mall and you all slid down the sand dune and stumbled in. You took in your surroundings as best you could with the slight darkness around the edge of your vision, pressing down on the cloth tied around your arm. You heard faint conversation between Thomas and Newt which soon turned into an argument, bringing your attention to them.

"You brought us this whole way and you don't have a plan?" Newt yelled, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. Suddenly you felt light-headed and tried to find something to lean on, accidentally pushing something metal off a surface, drawing attention to you.

"Y/N?" Newt asked gently, his tone changing as he took a few steps in your direction. You looked up at the group, taking in their looks of concern and confusion before your legs gave out from underneath you and you fell to the floor, your vision blackening.

"Y/N!" Startled voices cried out and you felt yourself being pulled into someone's arms, brushing your hair out of your face as the others crowded around you.

"What happened to her?" You heard Aris ask, worry evident in his voice.

"I don't know!" Newt replied; obviously flustered before you felt a hand brush across the wound, causing you to flinch slightly. Moments later you felt your makeshift bandage being pulled off your arm and heard sharp intakes of breath and you guessed they had seen the blood and the bullet hole.

“Oh my god.” Aris whispered and you could imagine his hand covering mouth as it had done so many times before in the glade.

“I don't understand, when did she get shot?” Newt questioned loudly, his panic shown very expressly in his tone.

“It must've been on the way out, y’know with Janson and his guards…” Thomas muttered, his voice just audible.

“Does anyone know anything we can do to help her?” Minho asked, taking control of the situation.

“I don't know man, we don't have a lot to work with.” Winston sighed and you heard Newt’s breathing speed up and become uneven.

“We have to do something!”

“Frypan see if you can find any cloth we can use as a bandage for her arm.” Minho instructed and Frypan quickly set off, trying to find something to help. “Whilst he's looking, everyone else try and get as much stuff as we can take with us. Newt, you stay here with Y/N.”

The group dispersed, leaving Newt holding your body in an unconscious state, your head resting on his lap and one hand with your fingers loosely intertwined. You could feel Newt’s shaky breaths and he tried to calm himself.

“How could I let this happen to you?” Newt quietly said to you, making sure the others didn't hear. You wished you could convince your eyes to open and make yourself sit up to tell him it's not his fault, but your body was ignoring you. The two of you remained in silence until you heard shouts in the distance causing Newt to sit up, making sure not to injure you further in any way.

You weren't sure what was happening, all you heard was a surprised exclamation from Newt and soon found yourself being carried out of the building in the arms of a running British boy. You heard the others catching up and their shouts at each other to hurry up. All the time you and Newt were kept at the front of the group, the others trying to make sure you would be the first ones to get out. Soon all the shouting and disorientation got the better of you and you fell into a gentle sleep again.

When you woke up you were under a giant slab of brick, shielding you from the sun. Your arm was aching and your head was pounding slightly, the aftermath of the running and blood loss. You slowly pushed yourself up into a sitting position before glancing at the people around you. Everyone was asleep except for Frypan who was left on watch over the group.

You coughed, the lack of water in your body making your throat dry and also bringing Frypan’s attention to you. The moment he saw you awake and ‘healthy’, his face lit up in a relieved smile.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed before pulling you into a hug, careful not to put pressure on your bad arm. You smiled and wrapped your other arm around his side, watching as the others stirred from the noise. One by one they realised you were awake and all had similar reactions to Frypan, especially Aris and Newt, who both pulled you in for a long hug, obviously relieved you were okay, the bags under their eyes visible.

Once you had drunk some water and had something to eat you changed your ‘bandage’ before tying your hair up and linking hands with Newt, ready to start in the next part of your journey. Little did you know, everything would go downhill from there.

DCWI - Alby having a crush on you

Requested by im-just-one-of-the-avengers : Can u do the crush thing for Alby too?

Him answering all your questions when he shows you around

Becoming best friends with Newt

Helping him balance his leadership with relaxation

Being able to make the gladers listen to you

Like he’ll be asking them over and over to but not getting any response

And then you ask once and everyone does it

You’re really the one in charge but he has the title of leader

Being like a mum to the gladers

Your happiness being infective

The others getting you when the new greenie arrives

You always give the tours because you have the patience to explain to them

Chuck is your bb

Everyone else knowing Alby likes you

Being the only one who can always read Alby’s feelings/mood

The gladers looking up to you

Finding flowers by your bed every morning

Pretending to be asleep to find out who was leaving them

Being in a good mood for the rest of the day when you find out

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.