Capture The Flag - Mark Fischbach

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 - Dating Thor and being Tony’s sister

Requested by Anon: Dating Thor but being Tony's sister?xoxoxox

Him declaring you were beautiful as soon as he sees you

Not realising you’re Tony’s sister

“The Man of Iron is your brethren?”

Teaching him how be more ‘Midgardian’

Him having you on speed dial

Tony finding out from the rest of the team

Him confronting Thor about it

“I love her more than anyone else does”

“Fight me, Goldilocks”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing”

Forcing Thor and Tony to have a bonding evening

Tony needing reassurance that he’s still your favourite male

Braiding Thor’s hair

Him pulling you out of conversations to kiss you

Being completely enveloped when he hugs you

Spinning you around in a hug when he gets back from Asgard

Being able to lift Mjolnir

Him running around the tower shouting “SHE IS WORTHY”

Tony being SO SALTY when he finds out

Being his reason for staying on Earth

So many cuddles

Like seriously

At every opportunity

Cuddles 24/7

Sibling fights - Mark Fischbach (platonic)

Requested by anonymous: Hi! I was wondering if you could write where the reader is Markiplier's twin sister and they fight over something to where the reader just kinda leaves without a word and Mark spends the next couple of days trying to find her?Sorry if this is weird😅

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You had a strong relationship with your twin brother Mark, especially since the two of you did everything together for so many years, but even twins fight sometimes. Neither of you like fighting with each other but really it’s unavoidable, one of you will say something that sets the other off and everything spirals out of control from there. Today was one of the days where you had one of said fights, but this one was by far the worst fight you’ve ever had with each other.

It started with you both joking about each other, until it got to the point where you were joking about your jobs and Mark took it one step to far. You had just said that he just played games by himself all the time, which made him respond with what you considered too low a blow.

“Well you’re an actress, you just lie for a living.” He laughed, not noticing your change of mood, his comment actually hurting your feelings a bit. The end of your mouth twitched slightly as you covered your hurt with a smile. Mark then continued to make jokes of a similar sort until you suddenly snapped, yelling at him to stop halfway through a sentence. He looked at you in shock, having not expected your sudden outburst at all.

“Woah… What’s got you so touchy?” He asked, not realising he was just digging himself into a deeper hole. “Can’t you take a joke?”

“Yes, I can, but what you’re saying isn't a joke anymore Mark.” You replied, crossing your arms.

“Jeez, okay. No need to bite my head off sis.” Mark raised his eyebrows and muttered quietly to himself.

“Just go back to yelling at a camera for another hour.” You said, still annoyed. Your comment led to Mark turning to face you, this time he was the one looking offended.

“Sorry, what?” He questioned. From there on your previously light-hearted conversation turned into a full-blown yelling match between the two of you, getting beyond the point of reason. After a good half an hour you decided to end it and give you both time to cool off by turning around a walking out of Mark’s apartment, ignoring his mocking calls. As you walked down the pavement your anger slowly turned into tears and you soon found yourself with very damp cheeks in an empty park a few streets away. You texted your friend, asking if you could stay with her for a bit before making your way to her house, ignoring all of Mark’s texts and calls, knowing that the two of you needed some space after your fight.

You spent the next few days at your friend’s house, still ignoring Mark, until you decided to test the waters between you and your twin, walking back round to his house and tentatively knocking on the door. You heard footsteps approaching and saw a messy-haired Mark standing in the doorway. The two of you made eye contact before he pulled you into a tight embrace, whispering “I’m sorry” to you. You sighed and replied “Me too”, knowing that neither of you could spend too long apart or angry at each other after being so close for all your lives.

When you pulled away you stepped inside and sat down on his sofa. A mischievous glint entered your eyes as you grinned at your brother.

“You ready to get recked at Mario Kart?” You challenged, an expression matching yours appearing on his face and he quickly set up the game and sat next to you.

“Oh you're so on.”

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.’

Not yet - Newt (Maze Runner)

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The runners were out on their daily run around the maze, all noting down their pants and any differences, although there never were any changes. All of them were busy, trying to escape, however one of them was trying to escape a different way. A blond boy was slowly climbing the vines up the walls until he reached the top, preparing himself to fall. Just before he pushed off, he muttered one word. As he fell, he kept repeating the word to himself, trying to find comfort in it before the end. A name, the name of the person he wanted to see more than anything in the world, for she was his world. The single word showed the feelings he had kept inside for 6 months, the pain and despair were the most prominent.

The word was Y/N.

***6 months earlier***

Newt was returning from his run in the maze when he heard a scream pierce the air. Instantly recognising the voice, Newt spun around and raced towards the source, adrenaline coursing through his body and fear flowing through his mind. Newt quickly turned a corner and ran straight in to the person he was looking for. He quickly grabbed their hand, pulling them up off the ground and took off running again.

Y/N stumbled behind Newt slightly, the shock of seeing a griever the only thing she could think about. The sound of the griever and Newt calling her name was enough to get her out of that state and into survival mode. She sped up, prompting Newt to do the same as they dashed towards the Glade, the knowledge that once they were inside they would be safe fuelling them.

When they were two corridors away, the unmistakable rumbling sound of the giant stone doors starting to close began, flooding the pair with fear, urging them to go faster. When they rounded the last corner they saw a crowd of boys, encouraging them, their shouts barely reaching the pair over the wind, rumbling and mechanical noises coming from the approaching griever.

The gap between the pair and safety was diminishing, but not as fast as the opening in the doors, soon shrinking to only allow one person through at a time. They both knew that only one would make it, but both wanted that one to be the other. They came to a halt a short distance from the doors, ignoring the shouts of the other gladers and turned to face each other.

“Go.” Y/N said quietly, not breaking eye contact. Newt immediately shook his head, opening his mouth to protest, before Y/N, with sadness and remorse in her eyes, pulled him in to a short kiss and then pushed him through the closing doors. The last thing he saw was her turning to the griever before looking him in the eyes one more time before the doors shut and she was gone. The noise was enough to wake Newt out of the shock and realization set in, tears starting to fall down his face.

None of the other boys said anything, not even joking about Newt’s ‘unmanliness’, all of them too shocked and upset to even try to say anything comforting or otherwise. Slowly, they all returned to the work stations, a few of them patting newt’s shoulder, trying to reassure him that it would be fine, although they all knew it wasn’t working.

For the entire night Newt sat by the doors, leaning against them and hoping to any ‘higher power’ that when the doors opened in the morning, Y/N would come running through and everything would be happy. However, come morning, no one came back from the in the maze and soon Newt lost all hope of seeing his girlfriend again.

Slowly, he started pretending to get better, although if anyone looked deep enough they could see that he was broken almost beyond repair and was falling apart a little more as each day passed.

***Present day***

As Newt fell through the air, he closed his eyes, passing out just before reaching the ground. He opened his eyes to find himself standing in a large white room with no visible walls or floor. He looked around in confusion before a figure a small distance away from him caught his attention.

“Y/N?” Newt muttered in disbelief, his eyes widening at the sight of the girl he loved. She smiled at him, her eyes shining and started walking towards him, hair bouncing with each step. Newt remained in silence until she reached him, too shocked to react. Y/N brought her hand up to his cheek, gently running her thumb across it before looking him in the eyes again, finally setting free the tears the boy had been holding in for so long. She pulled him in to a tight hug, allowing him to cry in to her shoulder as she gently rubbed his back.

“You shouldn’t be here Newt. Not yet.” Y/N muttered, causing the boy to look up at her, tears still in his eyes.

“What? Why not?” He sniffed, his eyes searching Y/N’s, taking in the look of fondness with a hint of remorse hidden in her Y/E/C eyes.

“It’s not your time yet. The others still need you, and as much as I want you to stay, you need to go and be with them.”

“No, I don’t want to. I want to stay with you, I can’t go back to the same life in the glade knowing that we’ll never escape and that I could have stayed with you instead. I can’t lose you again.” A fresh wave of tears started moving down his face, causing a few tears to appear in Y/N’s eyes, although she tried to keep them hidden.

“Newt, this isn’t goodbye. I’ll see you again, but for now you have to go back and help the others find a way out.” Y/N reassured him, linking her hand with his, slowly guiding him towards a door. She clicked her fingers and the door opened, revealing Minho, Alby, Gally and the other gladers standing just beyond it. They were beckoning for Newt to come towards them, their mouths moving but producing no sound.

They came to a halt a short distance from the doors and turned to face each other, an overwhelming sense of déjà vu appearing in Newt as he stood once again with the girl he loved by a door that was slowly closing.

“Go.” Y/N said quietly, not breaking eye contact. Knowing there was no point in arguing, Newt pulled Y/N in to one last kiss before slowly making his way towards the door. Just before he stepped through the door he turned to face Y/N and saw her standing there, tears in her eyes, but a reassuring smile on her face and instead of complete sadness like last time, he saw a glisten of pride in her eyes. She nodded her head at him, gently blowing a kiss to him before she faded into the air. Newt took a deep breath and stepped through the door, opening his eyes again to find himself hanging from his leg halfway down the wall, the sound of Minho approaching as he looked up at the sky, muttering a quiet “thank you” into the wind.

DCWI - Theo Raeken

Requested by Anon: Dating Theo would include…?

Being best friends with him when you were little

The pack trying to subtly steer you away from him

Introducing you to the supernatural side of Beacon Hills

Introducing you to the rest of the Chimera Pack

Being like a mum to the pack

Protecting you from the Dread Doctors

Being the brains behind the pack’s operations

Comforting him on the anniversary of his sister’s death (even though he killed her what)

Pack movie nights

Getting held as blackmail by Scott’s pack

Coming up with cover stories for him

Study sessions

Seeing his soft side that no one else sees

Him offering to turn you

Kissing him on the cheek

Him making you forget what you were saying

Not too much PDA

In private is a different story

Protective Theo all day every day