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Home - Mark Fischbach

Hey guys,

This is my first YouTuber imagine, it’s a short piece to help me get back in to the swing of writing, but I hope you guys like it and remember to keep sending in requests.

Anna

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Y/N was reading on her bed when she heard her boyfriend shout her name from downstairs.

“Y/N!” Mark yelled, making her jump slightly as her peaceful reading was interrupted.

“Yeah?” She replied without making any effort to move from her spot.

“What’s your laptop password?” He asked, making Y/N blush gently as she thought of the answer.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I need to borrow your laptop but it's locked." He explained. "So what's the password?"

“Uh… Try and guess it!” She challenged.

“What?! How am I ever gonna guess it?!” Mark yelled, the number of possible passwords being far too high for him to comprehend.

“Look at the hint and try it!” Y/N turned back to her book, ignoring the cries of protest coming from downstairs. Mark sighed and clicked on the hint button. The word ‘home’ popped up in the box and Mark started typing possible answers in.

First was her old address, then their address, most of her family members, her home town and even her school name, all of which were rejected by the machine. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Y/N please just tell me!” Mark called out in desperation, his mind drawing a blank for any other possible answers. The only reply he got was a muffled “Nope!” from their shared bedroom.

“I can do this,” he muttered to himself, “I just need to think. Where does Y/N feel ‘at home’?” He typed in a few other words, desperately typing in words like ‘bedroom’ and her home country, still to no avail. Suddenly he remembered something Y/N had said to him recently, when she was almost asleep.

“You’re my home, Mark, I love you.”

‘You’re my home.’

Slowly Mark typed in his name and pressed enter. The laptop unlocked and a photo of Y/N and Mark that they had set as her background appeared. Mark sat there in shock for a short time, a smile slowly growing on his face. After finishing what he needed to do, he made his way up to where his girlfriend was still engrossed in her novel, pulling her into a big hug when he got there, taking her by surprise and making her drop her book.

“You’re my home too.” He whispered after a moment, the girl finally understanding what was happening and relaxed into the hug, the two of them sitting on the bed in each other’s arms, a peaceful silence falling across the room.

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.

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.’