DCWI - Gally Having A Crush On You

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)

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

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.”

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.

Before I could - Minho (Maze Runner)

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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.

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.