One-Shot request: Hey :) I asked you if you’d do Heath Ledgers joker one-shots and you said yes? So I was wondering if you could do one where he saves your life? Anouncments: Hope you all like it! Word count: 1021 Warning: Violence
Alright, if you survived this, you were moving to Alaska, maybe a different country. You didn’t care where as long as it was somewhere far, far away from Gotham. The only reason you still lived here was because you’ve been here all your life, you even took up a job at a bank so you could stay even though in a city like this that was a job no one would ever want, in fact, today was your third day. You thought that maybe the crime rate would go down next month, the one after, next year for sure. But now here you are, paying the price for your naivety laying on the floor of the bank as masked men with guns threatened to shoot someone if they didn’t get their money. You sighed deeply, this day just couldn’t get any worse.
But of course, the universe heard your thoughts and threw a hissy fit.
All of a sudden you felt yourself being yanked by the back of your shirt and thrown back down on the floor, hard. You yelped in pain and in surprised as your face slammed down on the cold tile, tasting fresh blood in your mouth from a new gash on your lip. You whipped your head around only to find yourself staring down the barrel of a very large gun and started to scoot backwards quickly. He lumbered towards you and grabbed the back of your neck with meaty fingers, tighter than what you thought was necessary, and brought your head to eye-level.
“Open the vault!”
You stared at him, unsure of what to do. Apparently you hesitated too long because he started dragging you over to the large hunk of cold metal that was the bank vaults door and threw you against it with bone crushing force. Your head banged against the door and made your teeth chatter as you looked back to the maniac with a gun.
“Are you deaf? Open the door!” He yelled again, this time raising his gun to point it at you.
A cold pit started to form in your gut, “I can’t,” You stated, which was true. You couldn’t open the vault, you hadn’t been given the code to unlock the door yet, you were still too new to be trusted.
You couldn’t see his face but you assumed it looked beet red, “What? What was that? I didn’t quite here what you just said. Speak a little bit louder for me!” He shoved the gun closer to your face.
Trying to take an almost calm breath you stated again, “I can’t open the door. I just started working here.”
“Oh yeah? Well, ‘newbie’, I think you’re lyin’, trying to be the hero, well, that’s not goin’ to fly here! Now, open the door on the count of five or you’re dead. One.”
The pit in your stomach started growing. Oh god, you thought, he’s actually going to do it, I’m going to die here.
“Two”
You were thinking fast, trying to find a way out of this. Nothing came to mind that wouldn’t get you immediately killed.
“Three!”
Then you saw it, his gun wasn’t held to him by anything. Maybe, just maybe, if you could get that gun you could find a way out of this.
“Four!”
Ahh, what the hell, you thought, I’m about to be shot anyway, might as well try. And lunged for his face.
He was cut off mid number when you smacked the gun to the side and kicked him in the knee. He gasped loudly and loosened the grip on the weapon and you snatched it out of his grip. He recovered quickly though and came at you but you swung the firearm like a bat and clubbed him in the head. It wasn’t pretty or graceful but he fell like a sack of potatoes. You stood up, smirking with satisfaction as you realized something, what about the other gunmen?
As if on cue you hear the distinctive click of a hammer being thrown back. Turning slowly you were met with another black metal barrel, close enough this time to touch your nose. You gulped rather loudly and closed your eyes. No getting out of this one. A thunderous boom went off like canon fire and you flinched, but you didn’t feel anything. Were you already dead? No, that’s not it. You opened your eyes to see the other gunman fall with a growing dot of red over his chest. Hearing noise behind you, you were met by a man with rather green looking hair and red face paint over his mouth like a splash of blood. He held a gun too, but not at you, a little toward your right, where the other man once stood.
He looked at you lazily and licked his lips, “You just can’t find good help these days. They’re always, running off and making decisions for themselves,” Suddenly he shot the man you had clubbed down too, “Really rather annoying if you ask me.”
Staring at him with wide eyes you thought, what is going on? Who is this guy? I should be dead right now.
He licked his lips again, “Ah, you must be confused. You see, I find you… interesting. I’m not just going to let you go off and die when I have plans for you now am I?”
“Pl… plans?”
“Oh yes, big ones. Very big ones. Don’t go skipping town now.” He started walking towards the back room.
There wasn’t a back door, you thought, why is he going there? Just then he grabbed two things out of his jacket pocket. One he threw to you, “Here’s my card, and remember, big plans!”
The other thing he threw into the room. It looked like a cartoonishly big grenade. You flinched as a blast came from the room and smoke billowed out through the doorway. You opened your eyes again only to find that the stranger had disappeared. You looked down at the card and frowned. It wasn’t a business card or anything official like that, it was a playing card.
The Joker, to be exact.
I had my first day back at school today and I just wanted to wish everyone Good luck with their school years! I believe in you!!!
Can I request an imagine where you meet Zack at Jurassic World when you save Gray from one of the pterodactyls and you all team up after that, ending with you and Zack falling for each other?
It's on its way now! Thank you!
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Can I request a Zach Mitchell imagine?
Of course you can!
One-shot (if you’ve seen the Flash T.V. show): The reader is a metahuman w/ cryokinetic abilities and can’t control them, and when Barry tries to help, the reader ends up hurting him w/their powers? Basically, please give the reader an “Elsa-complex” Announcements: I really had fun with this one *sadistic laughter* and I really hope that you all enjoy. I was thinking about possibly doing a part 2 with this one, if anybody wants to request it *wink wink*. Warnings: A little bit of violence and self deprecation.
This was just NOT your day. Currently you running away from Central City PD after a simple misunderstanding. You were just going about your day at your job when a customer who’s arms were full, tripped. You had reached out and tried to catch her but, somehow, that had set off your powers. Suddenly, everything that the customer had dropped smashed into the floor into thousands of tiny, frozen pieces. The next few minutes were filled with people screaming and running away from you, and eventually, CCPD showing up, thinking you were another super villain.
You had dashed out of there, not knowing what else to do except get away from anyone else you could hurt. And that’s where you are now. In your work uniform, running away with little ice patches forming wherever you stepped. Soon you found yourself in one of the more run down places in the city, mostly just abandoned warehouses.
Ducking into one, you were about halfway through the floor when there was suddenly a red blur in front of you. One moment it was just empty space, the next there was a man in a red spandex suit in front of you. The Flash.
You stumbled back, “No, please, don’t come any closer! I don’t want to hurt you.”
Ignoring what you said, he started inching forward, approaching you like a scared animal, “It’s ok, I can help you.”
With every step he took forward you were taking two steps back, “No, no, please. I don’t know how to control it. Please, stop!”
Ice was starting to grow around you rapidly, moving out in all directions, even up the walls. The Flash looked away from you for a moment, as if listening to something, which he probably was.
After a moment he looked back at you with is kind eyes and tried again, “Please, just calm down. I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to help.”
Your back hit the wall and now you started feeling like a cornered animal, shutting your eyes you held your hands out in front of you, trying to make him back off a bit.
“Get back!” You yelled.
Suddenly, ice streaked from your hands and struck the Flash in the chest, sending him flying backwards. Your eyes shot open in shock. Oh no, no, no, no. That’s not good. You didn’t mean to do that.
Everything was quiet for a moment, then you gained back some of your senses, “F-Flash? Oh, God, are you ok? I- I didn’t mean for that to happen! I promise, I’m sorry!”
Against your urge to run away, you started inching forward, trying to see if he was ok, “Flash? A-Are you ok?”
You didn’t want to get too close to him in case your powers went off again, so you gave him a wide berth and circled around to try and see his face. He didn’t look good. His lips were starting to turn blue and what little you could see of his face was deathly white. Ice crystals formed on his eyelashes and his entire chest was encase in ice. Your hand went to cover your mouth.
You did it again. You messed up and now someone, a symbol of hope to this city, a superhero, was dying, or already dead. You did something that no super villain could do before, because you didn’t control your stupid power. While he was trying to help you, no less. That make you a super villain, you thought. You’re nothing better than a super villain. You started hyperventilating.
“I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. It’s all my fault.”
All of a sudden, he groaned in response. It was so quiet that you all, almost didn’t hear it. You gasped in a sort of relief that he wasn’t dead.
You thought he tried to say anything else but before he could, police and SWAT started pouring through what seemed like every entrance. All of them had guns and they were being pointed at your head. You tried to calm yourself down as everyone started yelling at you to get down. Dropping to your knees and raising your hands, you tried focusing on the Flash, who was currently trying to move. He managed to roll over onto his back and look you in the eyes.
With one last attempt before they dragged you up and out of the building, you managed to say, “I’m so sorry.”
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Oh, thank you very much! I decided I needed more Space in my life cause its really cool :-)
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One-Shot: Could you do a one shot of Jurassic from Zach’s point of view, where he’s sneaking out to go out at night but Owen catches him and pulls him by the ear back to house? Announcement: I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: Mild language, just to be safe. Mention of alcohol
The house was quiet, the only sounds were the even breathing of the sleeping forms and the quiet footsteps of the sneakiest person in the world, me. I mean really, I could be a freakin ninja I’m being so stealthy. Gray and I are spending some time with Aunt Claire and Owen while our parents are on a couples retreat trying to save their marraige. It isn’t so bad, Claire has a pretty nice house. The only downside is that Owen and Claire are being all mushy gushy around eachother. To be honest it wasn’t all that hard to sneak past them when they were buried in each others eyes.
I slowly made my way down the stairs, avoiding the creaky ones, and on to the carpeted ground floor. I held my breath for a few moments, listening for anyone who might be getting a late night snack. It was around 10 at night and I’m about to hit the town with some friends. I made my way to the front door and oh so quietly turned the lock and opened the door. With the door safely closed behind me I allowed myself a small chuckle and started walking down the block where I told my friends to pick me up.
Still with a smile on my face I made it as far as the end of the driveway, when I heard him.
“Zach? I thought you were in your room? Where are you going, kid?” Owen said.
I cursed in my head and turned around. Sure enough, Owen was on the other side of Claire’s car, working on his stupid motorcycle.
“Oh, nothing, y'know, just coming outside for some fresh air-”
It was at this exact moment when the idiots I call friends decided to drive up and start yelling, “Hey man! Hurry up, we about to get fu- Oh, dude! Is that your dad? Let’s get our of here!”
And with that clever remark, they sped off, leaving me with a very confused and slightly angry Owen. He suddenly looked like he put two and two together and started glaring at me.
“You were sneaking out? To do what?”
The ground suddenly looked real interesting as I replied quietly, “Just a party at a friends house, it’s no big deal, I wouldn’t have gotten drunk or anything.”
“There would have been alcohol? I don’t really have any authority around here, but I think I am correct in assuming you’re grounded.”
I sighed, “Oh what ever will I do.”
That seemed to set him off. All of a sudden Owen stood up and made his way over to me, wasting no time in grabbing my ear like you would see in a movie and dragging me into the house. It would have almost been comical if I didn’t think my ear was going to be ripped off.
When we got inside Owen led, well, dragged me into the living room and told me to sit on the couch.
I only thought one thing. Aunt Claire is gonna kill me.
Don't worry, this isn't a request! I wanted to tell you that pinky promises and scared are great! You truly are amazing!!! Thanks for feeding our imaginations 💙💙❤️❤️
You're very welcome, you lovely person! Comments like these are what make me love doing this even more. Thank you so much! :-)
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