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Cheese Ball

Can I have a Zach Mitchell imagine when he takes me somewhere romantic for my birthday please? Announcements: I hope this is what you wanted! I hope you enjoy and Happy Birthday!!! :-) Warnings: None

Today is going to be a great day. It was your birthday and nothing could bring you down, especially since your boyfriend, Zach, was coming over and said he had the entire day mapped out. You didn’t know what he had planned, but you were happy just because you would get to spend the day with him. The two of you met at the theme park, Jurassic World, on the unfortunate day Mother Earth decided to show the world, once again, who was boss. He had given you his phone number and, miraculously, the two of you lived relatively close. You were suddenly pulled out of your memories by a knock on the front door. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, straightened out your clothes, and headed out of your room. Smiling, you bounced over and opened the door to see Zach standing on the front porch. He looked up at you as soon as the door opened and out came his thousand watt smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, pulling out a small bouquet of flowers behind his back, “Happy Birthday!”

Stepping out and closing the door behind you, you took the flowers and looked at Zach, a smile on your lips, “Thanks, Zach, this really means a lot to me.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, careful not to crush the flowers, “Of course! And this isn’t even the best part,” he pulled back and led you toward his car. “I have the whole day planned. Lunch - there’s that new restaurant you wanted to check out - then I thought we could do a movie, maybe some shopping, anything you want to do, we could do. It’s your special day.”

So, that’s exactly what the two of you did. Lunch was amazing, Zach apparently told the staff it was your birthday and soon they came out and sang, all while he smiled and took numerous photos.

“That’s my Y/N,” he had said, “They might be another year older but they don’t look a day over 80!”

You playfully looked offended and tossed a breadstick at his face, “You total dork.”

The movie was great as well, snuggling into your boyfriends arms, the two of you completely entranced and at peace. The shopping was nice as well, you even took some photo booth pictures, making faces at the camera while laughing and trying to outdo eachtother. You couldn’t ask for a better day.

Currently the two of you were leaning against each other, taking a nice stroll through the park, watching the sun slowly sink behind the earth. Your hands were intertwined and nothing in the world could pull you out of your calm trance. Well, maybe dinosaurs, but that was for another day. Soon a pond came into sight and gently, Zach led you over the hill and to the waterfront. As soon as it came into view, you almost stopped and gasped.

Near the waterfront, someone, probably Zach, you thought, had set a small blanket on the ground, a picnic basket sitting in the center. You looked over at your boyfriend, who was smiling brightly at you, glad that you liked his handiwork.

“Oh, Zach, it’s wonderful!”

He chuckled before saying, “Like I said, it’s your special day and I would do anything to keep that smile on your face. I, uh, I hope it’s not too cheesy, I mean I know that-”

You quickly cut him off by placing a small kiss on his lips. The two of you stood there, completely quiet, before you stepped away again, “Zach Mitchell, this is the most lovely thing in the world. Today was amazing and of course it’s cheesy, you are, in fact, a major cheese ball. But, you know what? You’re my cheese ball. So are you going to stand there, or are you gonna help me eat my birthday dinner?”

You walked over and sat down on the fuzzy blanket, not noticing he was shaking his head, looking at you with love in his eyes. Soon he regained consciousness and sat down next to you, “So, you do like it?”

You chuckled and looked over at him, “Of course I like it, cheese ball.”

“Am I really that cheesy?”

Leaning over, you kissed him after every word to emphasize your point, “One hundred percent. All. American. Cheesy goodness.”

The two of you laughed and started eating dinner, which, you must say, wasn’t half bad. There was much talk about the simple things of life as you just enjoyed each other’s company. Soon, after you were finished eating, some candles were broken out and, carefully, as to not set yourselves on fire, you lied down next to one another and gazed up at the stars, continuing your conversation, occasionally being interrupted by one of you pointing out a constellation.

Looking over, you saw Zach looking up at the sky while still talking about the morality of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets when you realized something. You loved him. You smiled and thought about how you never wanted to leave this one moment in time, hoping you could both just stay star gazing for the rest of time. You realized that he really was your cheese ball, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Today really was a great day, you thought, smiling to yourself, an absolutely amazing day.

Family

Hello! Can I have a one-shot where Bruce Wayne takes in the reader because they've been through a traumatic experience? And the reader won't leave their room in Wayne Manor, because they're really scared, so Alfred comes in and talks with them and comforts them? Sorry if that's confusing. Announcements: I'm sorry it took so long but I really hope you enjoy! Warnings: Mentions of parent death and blood. You couldn't remember much from that night. Mostly just screams, both yours and your parents'. And blood, so much blood. No matter how many showers you took its like it was soaked into your skin. Your parents' deaths didn't make the front page, of course not. This was Gotham, there were new orphans and widows made every day. You would have been killed too, if it weren't for the Batman showing up and saving your life. A few days later, after a hastily done funeral, you were adopted. By Bruce Wayne, no less, Gotham's most eligible bachelor. He was a nice man, but you had only met very briefly, before he was called away for business. His butler, however, was wonderfully kind and showed you to your room. Ever since then, however, you hadn't left, you just couldn't bring yourself to get up from the safety of the bed. Every tick of the clock in the corner of the room sounded like gunfire. You tried blinking back tears, but they wouldn't stop coming. You couldn't stop replaying the night over and over again. Watching them die, over and over again. All of a sudden, there was a light knocking at the door. You shot up and furiously wiped away the tears on your face, "Come in," you shouted hastily, your voice breaking. Slowly, the heavy wooden door creaked open, revealing the worried looking face of Alfred. You gave a weak, unconvincing smile and waved him inside, "Hey, Alfred, what can I do for you?" He walked inside hesitantly and stopped a few feet before your bed. He looked at your puffy face with worried eyes, "Oh dear, here, I brought tissues." Alfred held out his hand, holding a big box full of tissue goodness. You sighed gratefully and accepted the gift. After a moment you looked back up at him. "Is-thank you for the tissues- uh, did you need anything? I'm assuming you didn't come in here to give me tissues," you chuckled quietly, "I'm not trying to shoo you out or anything, I'm just, y'know..." You trailed off, not really knowing how to say you just wanted to cry until you couldn't anymore. Alfred smiled sympathetically and gestured to the empty space next to you on the bed, "May I?" You nodded yes and scooted over to give him more room. He sat down and looked a little awkward. After a moment he turned to you and started speaking, "Y/N, I've just noticed that you haven't come down from your room for, well, ever since you've come to live here." You looked up at him guiltily and nodded, "Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry about that I-I am. I don't mean to offend you, or Bruce, I mean I really appreciate what you have done for me and I could never thank you enough... it's just that... I don't know," you paused, "It's like everything stopped when they... When they died," you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued, "It's like the world stopped moving and all I can think of is them dying, over and over again. I don't feel like I'm even here anymore, just stuck in that moment," you chuckled humorlessly, "It's like a bad movie, stuck in a loop you can't escape." Alfred listened to you talk and gave you another tissue afterwards. It was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound was you sniffing. After the long silence, Alfred finally turned to you, "Many years ago, when Master Bruce was just a child, he too went through similar events. I saw how it devastated him, and I promised him that I would do everything in my power to help him though those trying times. The point is, I will be here for you, and so will Master Bruce, whenever you need us. No one should have to go through this, much less go through it alone." You could feel fresh tears stinging and threatening to fall once more, but this time it was because you knew that Alfred was telling the truth. You looked over at him, and then back to the box of tissues in your hand. Squeezing the box in your hand, you closed your eyes, "I miss them so much, Alfred," In a flash he was right next to you and embraced you in a warm hug, "I know, I know it hurts and I know nothing could ever replace them, but we're here for you, always." That's how the two of you stayed for a few moments, until finally the hug broke and you were filled, for the first time in weeks, with something other than nothingness, you were happy, at least a little bit. You finally felt like getting out of bed, at least for a meal, to be honest you hadn't eaten much these past few weeks. Alfred stood up and straightened his coat and held out his hand. Looking at it a moment, you mentally hyped yourself up before grabbing it lightly and slipping onto the chilly wooden floor. "We better get going," Alfred started, "I believe Master Bruce will inhale everything I've prepared for dinner if we're too much longer." You chuckled and let him lead the way. Pausing at the door, you looked back at the disheveled mess you had made of the bed, and then forward to the smell of a warm, home cooked meal. Yeah, you thought, maybe everything would turn out to be ok. Smiling slightly to yourself, you pushed yourself forward, towards the feeling of a new home.

Cold Shoulder Part Two

Okay so I just read your cold shoulder imagine and please do another part, please it was amazing! Also I love your writing! Have a good day! Announcement: Here’s part two! I hope you guys like how it ended, and if not then I can always do another part. Thank you for reading and I hope you’re all doing well. Enjoy! :-) Warnings: Mention of guns/Mentions of killing.

This can’t be happening, no no no no, it can’t be real! You couldn’t breathe, your heart was ramming itself against your chest so violently you thought your ribs were going to break. You were dragged inside an armored truck and people dressed like they were prepared for war followed you inside. One of them shoved you roughly onto one of the metal benches and cuffed your hands and feet to the floor. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to control your breathing, tried to keep your powers in check, tried not to think about how you could have killed someone, tried not to think about how they were going to throw you in a hole to rot for the rest of your days…

You snapped your eyes when the van started moving and glanced around. They weren’t exactly pointing their guns directly at your face… But they weren’t about to let their guards down, either. You sighed bitterly, it’s not like you were going to try anything, you deserved this. You just about killed this city’s greatest hero. You dearly hoped he was ok.

You were trying to keep yourself under control, trying to not hyperventilate, and definitely trying not to flash freeze anyone else, no pun intended. You huffed out a sigh and slouched back, banging your head on the wall as you did so. Everyone sat in silence as the van jostled around every time it hit a pothole. This went on for a few more minutes until you felt the van stop and heard the engine shut off. Everyone tensed up and as the back doors swung open you were unchained from the floor and roughly shoved out onto the pavement. You were led inside a large grey cement building where you were searched and promptly shoved into a tiny cell.

The thick metal door was slammed shut behind you and after a moment of relative silence, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and slumped back against the wall. Tears stung your eyes, you couldn’t believe what was happening, just yesterday, you were talking to your friends about seeing a movie this weekend, and now, you were a criminal.

It seemed like hours had passed since they threw you in there. You were just about to slip into blissful unconsciousness when all of a sudden, you heard what might have been an explosion outside of the building. You jumped up and onto the sorry excuse for a bed and craned your neck to look outside, all the guards were running outside, including, it seemed, the two stationed outside your cell door. You were still trying to look out the tiny window when you heard the door to your cell buzz and slam open. Whipping your head around and almost falling off the bed, your eyes looked over and met those of none other than the Flash.

Your eyes opened wide with shock as you started stammering out an apologie, “I-Flash-Mr. Flash, sir, I-I am really truly super sorry about almost freezing you, I was panicking and I couldn’t control my powers and I fully expect you to be angry at me for the rest of your life but I want you to know that I didn’t mean to do it and-”

He cut you off before you could keep making a fool out of yourself, “Listen, we can’t talk now, we gotta go.”

The Flash extended his hand towards you. Not getting the hint, you looked at his hand and then back up at his face quickly, “Wh-What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re breaking you out of here, now come on!”

Slowly getting off the bed, you looked deep into his eyes, “But I hurt you, I deserve to be here.”

He looked back at you with puppy dog eyes and said, “No, you don’t, you said it yourself, it was an accident. You said you cant control your powers and my team and I can help with that. But, that’s only if we leave right now.”

After a moments hesitation, you slipped your hand into his and suddenly he picked you up bridal style and the world become nothing more than a blur. You shut your eyes to keep from becoming dizzy even though it was all over within a matter of seconds. Once you felt the two of you stop moving you cracked open your eyes and immediately felt your cheeks become warm. The room the two of you stopped in was large and looked like a lab, but the part that made you embarrassed was the fact that there were three other people staring at you curled up against the Flash like a scared child. He set you down and you quickly tried to straighten your hair and clothes to look more presentable.

The Flash spoke first, “Y/N, this is my team,” he gestured towards the trio that consisted of an older gentleman with a suit on and a police badge peeking out, a young woman in her twenties with kind eyes and a 1000 watt smile, and young guy with long hair and an amused look on his face.

After a moment, you remembered your manners and spoke up, “Hello, I’m Y/N, but I guess you already knew that.” You added in an awkward smile at the end as an attempt to ease the tension in the room a bit.

They each introduced themselves as Joe, Caitlin, and Cisco, each sending a smile in your direction. Wow, you thought, these were friendly people.

After a few moments, Flash finally broke the awkward silence, “So, Y/N, like I had said earlier, my team and I, we can help you control your powers. I know when I first got mine I was nervous and scared of what they meant for my future. But, then, with help, I realized that my powers could be used for good, so I became the Flash. We want to help you control your powers and maybe, one day, you could help save this city with us. You don’t have to, of course, its a very large responsibility, but we’ll still help you out.”

You looked at the Flash with wide eyes, not expecting this conversation to take this kind of turn, “But, I hurt you. Aren’t you afraid I might be a bad guy? I mean I’m not, but… I guess what I’m trying to say is, after what I did to you, why did you break me out?”

He thought about his answer for a moment, “It’s because I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. I looked into your eyes and I knew that you were just scared. I broke you out because you’re innocent.”

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, and then you glanced at the other three people in the room.

After a heavy pause, you answered, “I mean, it would be rather nice to not freeze almost anything I touch. I am still very sorry about that by the way.”

The Flash smiled in your direction as you heard Cisco speak up, “So does that mean…”

You finished his sentence for him, “I’ll join you guys, if you’ll have me.”

The four of them paused, looking at each other. For a moment you thought you had said something wrong and they were angry at you before Caitlin looked you in the eyes.

With another smile, she said, “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

You gasped in delight as the ink black sky lit up with color and sound. You could feel the thunderous sounds rock inside your chest, almost making your teeth clack against eachother. You smiled and looked over at them, seeing their eyes lit up brighter than the sky. A small smile graced their lips, making you feel even more happy than you already were.

You leaned towards them, trying to be heard over the fireworks, “Are you having fun?”

They looked over at you, “With you? Always.”

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Love You Too, Spangles.

Can i request a one shot for Steve where Peggy comes back all better to see Steve again. And Steve spends all his time with her now and never with you anymore. You get mad and think something might be happening with them again and his feelings will come back. But your a master assassin and have nothing to be jealous of but you can’t help it because of the way Steve looks at Peggy. But you don’t realize he loves you more now your his girl now. THANKS Announcement: Sorry I keep dropping off the radar. I don’t mean to. I hope you all enjoy this though! I love you all :-) Warnings: None :Blah: = Text message

There was no sound except the ticking of the clock in the corner of the room. You sighed out heavily and turned the tv on. After a few minutes of flipping through channels and being thoroughly dissatisfied you switched off the television. Huffing out another deep sigh you leaned over and grabbed your phone off of the coffee table. You unlocked it and opened up the messages, clicking on Steve’s name.

You quickly typed out a quick message, :Hey babe. Wanna do something? I’m bored. There’s that new movie you wanted to see at the theatre, and we could grab some dinner at that new Chinese place. You can pick :-):

You leaned back into your seat as you waited for a reply. After a few minutes you heard your phone beep and quickly picked it up and read the message.

:Sorry, I can’t. Not tonight. I’m with Peggy right now. I was going to stay a while longer, could you get dinner? Don’t wait up for me.:

You stared down at the message. You sent back a half-hearted ‘ok’ and tossed your phone onto the couch. You sighed, except this time it was out of sadness, and not boredom. This had been a regular occurrence lately. Steve leaving for hours at a time to go spend time with Peggy. Ever since she had started getting better, started remembering things again, he had started spending more and more with her. You knew that you shouldn’t be jealous, but you couldn’t get the thought that there was still something between them. You had seen the way he looked at her, even after all of these years.

You chuckled coldly at yourself. You were an assassin for goodness sake, you had a thick skin, you shouldn’t be acting so jealous and childish. You really didn’t have anything to worry about. Steve wasn’t the kind of person to just turn his back on someone that he loved. Or at least you hoped that he did. Neither of you had actually said it out loud, but you knew there was definitely something between the two of you.

You shook your head, pushing those thoughts out of your mind for the time being. You grabbed your phone and hopped up off of the couch. Grabbing your jacket you headed outside, thinking about what you wanted for dinner.

—-

A few hours later, after you had eaten your dinner of sweet and sour chicken and rice and watched a movie, you heard the door open quietly. You had been dozing off but when you heard the lock being undone you forced yourself up into a sitting position. Steve came in, trying to be as quiet as possible since it was a late hour. But since you didn’t have work tomorrow, you decided to try and stay up until he came home. After he closed the door he turned back around and saw your head peaking up behind the couch.

“Oh, Y/N, I thought you would have been asleep by now,” he said, looking a little guilty.

“Nah,” you replied, “ I wanted to see you. How was your visit?”

He came over and hopped on the couch next to you, “It was ok. Peggy is still getting better. Sorry it took so long, did you eat?”

“Oh, yeah. I got you some in case you needed food once you got home. It might need to be heated up though.”

He said thank you and kissed you on the forehead. After he got his food he joined you back on the couch. He noticed your troubled look and put the food down.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

You looked up and him and sighed, “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “No, you’re not. I know that face, what’s wrong?”

You turned to face him, “It’s just that, well… I’m just kind of getting to maybe be a little bit jealous of you and Peggy cause you’re spending a lot of time over there now. I know I shouldn’t be but I can’t help but feel a little left out. And, I have to ask, but, are you… Do you still love her?”

He looked at you with a shocked expression but after a moment he started, “Y/N, maybe I did at one time, but now? Now I have you. I’m sorry that I’ve been making you feel left out, I haven’t meant to, it’s just that she is one the only people from my past besides Bucky, and he’s still not himself yet. I’m sorry that I haven’t been here lately, but…” He paused for a moment, looking for the right words to say, “I love you, Y/N, and only you. You make me feel something that I haven’t felt in a really long time. You are one of the most beautiful, funny, smart, and brave people I know, and I would never mean to hurt you on purpose. I’m sorry.”

You looked at him as he spoke, tears stinging your eyes as he went on. Once he was finished you saw in his eyes that he really meant it. Smiling, you hugged him, not caring that your shirt was getting soy sauce on it from Steve’s dinner. He hugged you back and you both sat like that for a moment.

After a while you let him go and fell back onto your side of the couch, “I’m sorry that I ever doubted you, it was stupid.”

He picked up his dinner and resumed eating, “You are the farthest thing from stupid, and it’s ok.”

You shut your eyes, listening to the tv in the background, the movie still playing, “Oh, one more thing.”

He quickly slurped up his noodles and looked over at you, causing you to smile at his chipmunk cheeks filled with food.

“I love you too, Spangles.”

Totally a Tie

One-Shot: Can I have a Harley Quinn One-Shot when we wreak havoc on Gotham City? Announcements: Sorry if it’s a little short but I still hope you all enjoy! Warnings: Violence and explosions. General chaos

Screams and gunfire echoed through the night. You were panting heavily, not with fear, but with excitement. Harley cackled beside you as she shot out a window, watching the glass fall down like razor sharp snow. She looked over at you and smiled, you smiled back. The plan was simple, have as much fun and cause as much chaos as possible before Bat and Brats showed up.

Harley grabbed your hand and ducked inside a building, “Ooh,” you said, “Where we goin’ now?”

She looked back, “To the rooftop, to see our masterpiece, puddin’.”

And what a masterpiece it was. Shattered glass littered the streets, fire danced freely throughout the buildings of Gotham, the screams of terror sounded like music without rhythm or rhyme. You closed your eyes and listened. You heard Harley ‘Ooh-ing’ and 'Ahh-ing’ and the work the two of you had done that night.

You nudged her shoulder to get her attention, “I bet I can throw a grenade farther than you can.”

She grabbed one from off her belt with a competitive glint in her eyes, “Bring it on!”

You grabbed one as well, “Together?”

Harley rolled her shoulders, getting warmed up, “On three, puddin’.”

You pulled the pins, “One… Two… Three!”

You chucked it out as hard as you could and grabbed Harley’s hand, waiting for the familiar boom.

They went off at the exact same time, one creating a crater in a roof and the other toppling a billboard. The two of you laughed and whooped at the intoxicating sight of the destruction you had just caused.

“Well,” you said, “I think it was a tie.”

“You’re just sayin’ that cause you lost.”

“Nooope. A tie. This was a tie through and through.”

She chuckled, “Whatever lets you sleep at night.”

The two of you sat for another moment, again taking time to admire your destructive masterpiece. You sighed and grabbed Harley’s hand this time.

“What do you want to do next?”

“Hmm,” she thought, “How about a movie?”

“Sounds fun! We can even get candy and a soda, I’m kind of hungry.”

“Me too! Wreakin’ havoc sure does work up an appetite.”

The two of you laughed and made your way off the roof and back onto the burning street.

All throughout the movie, you still told yourself it was a tie.

Poisoned Donuts

Hey:) can I get a teen wolf one-shot where y/n is immune to kanima venom and the pack start getting suspicious of her? I know it’s older but please and thank you?:3t Announcements: I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: None

Cooking class. At the great Beacon Hills High School, this was the class of inedible food and mysterious fires. Today, the entire class was currently learning how to make homemade donuts. The teacher looked warily at the entire class, just waiting for someone to somehow maim themselves with boiling grease.

Suddenly, you were tapped on the shoulder. Turning around you came face to face with two eager looking boys. One had black, wavy hair and the other had shaggy brown hair. You had some other classes with the two of them. Scott and Styles.

“Hey guys,” you said casually, “What’s up?”

They shared a look with each other that didn’t go unnoticed by you, “Hey, Y/N,” Styles began, “We were just wondering if you would be the, uh, test subject for our stuff? I-I mean our donuts? Scott’s a wimp.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Scott, who hit Styles on the arm but quickly regained his cool, “I-yeah, uh, sure.”

You squinted your eyes at the two boys. You went over the pros and cons quickly in your head. Pro: Free donut. Con: Donut being offered by two boys acting like they had something they were hiding.

After a moment of contemplation, you sighed, “Why not?”

They nodded and turned their backs to you. They looked like they were doing something and whispering but you couldn’t see or hear what they were doing. Suddenly they spun around, donut in Scott’s hand. You found it odd how they kept doing things in sync, like they were linked telepathically or something. It looked like the donut had some sort of glaze on it. Scott thrust out his hand, shoving the donut in your direction.

Shrugging, you carefully took the food out of his hand, trying to not get the glaze on your hand. You brought it up to your mouth and took a small bite, expecting the worse. When you didn’t immediately die from tainted donut you looked up at Scott and Stiles. They were looking at you a little wide eyed and with open mouths, like you had just grown a third eye or something.

Furrowing your eyebrows in concern you asked, “What? Did you guys poison this thing or something? Should I be worried?”

Looking like they just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar, they tried to recover, “Oh! Ha! Of course not! Why, uh, why would think that? Ha! Well, thanks, got to fry things, later!”

They went back do actually doing their work and you just shrugged and went back to doing yours. Although, you didn’ t eat the rest of the donut.

—

The pack sat in Derek’s apartment, contemplating what they had just learned. A seemingly normal human was immune to the Kanima venom.

“So, what does this mean?” Scott began.

Derek sighed in frustration, “I don’t know,” he looked around at the group of people around him, “But it can’t mean anything good.”