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Scandalous

One-Shot: Can I have a one-shot where Owen Grady (aka Chris Pratt) introduces you to the raptors and some of them try to hurt you and yeah if that makes sense:) Annoucement: I hope you like it! Warnings: None

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath of ocean air. It wasn’t a long boat drive to the Isla Nublar, but it sure was refreshing. You were barely containing your excitement though, to be honest this may be the best day ever. You were visiting your partner, Owen Grady, and he said he was finally going to show you his Raptor girls. That’s right, actually Velociraptors. You had been nervous about him taking the job at first, seeing as how 22 years earlier Raptors had contributed to the events at Jurassic Park, but eventually you had learned to accept it.

Getting off the boat and swaying a little bit from just getting back on land, you looked around through the crowed of families and friends.

All of a sudden there was a jabbing, tickling feeling on your sides, “RAPTOR ATTACK!”

Apart from it tickling a bit, it scared the hell out of you and made you jump about five feet into the air, “AHHH!”

Some people within earshot of you gave you odd looks as you whipped around and found yourself immediately faced with stunning green eyes. You smiled and smacked Owen on the arm.

He pretended to be shocked and hurt, “What on Earth was that for?”

“You know what for,” you said, “And, by the way… Raptor attack? Really?”

He took you by the arm and the both of you started making your way off of the dock, “Ah, well, just trying to get you in the mood.”

Hopping into his jeep you chuckled nervously, “Yeah, right. I hope they like me.”

Owen smiled and looked over at you, “Of course they will, I’m the Alpha, they’ll think of you as my mate and respect you too.”

“Alpha, huh? I bet you use that one on all the girls.”

He started the car, “Only you, hun bun.”

The rest of the ride was filled with small talk and the general catching up. You were studying back in America so you kind of had to keep this a long distance relationship which wasn’t always easy, but you managed. And besides, you were almost done anyways, you were really trying to push for a job on the island so you could be near Owen but that was a worry for another day.

Soon, the bumpy car ride to the enclosure was over and the two of you hopped out of the car, “Yeesh, it is mildly warm out here,” you said sarcastically, taking off your top shirt to reveal your tank top.

“Are you trying to impress me, or the dinosaurs,” Owen commented.

“Well, I just want to make a good impression,” you retorted. You followed him a short distance and to something that looked like a viewing area of some sort, both sides closed off by safety fences.

“Here,” Owen said, “Just stand here and watch.”

“I think I can handle that,” you said, feeling the excitement kick your pulse up a few notches.

He signaled someone and all of sudden a tiny pig came squealing in through the opening in the enclosure. It disappeared in a hole in the wall and a panel slammed down behind it, keeping it from being eaten by the four beings that came streaking in behind it. Their sleek reptilian bodies moved around the arena, hissing at the people up on the catwalk above and nipping playfully at each other. They eventually saw you and Owen in the safety cage and slinked over. Your eyes were wide, this was the first time that you had been able to see the Raptors, and they were magnificent. They came closer to the gate that separated you from them, staring at each other in the eyes.

“This one it Blue,” Owen said, pointing to the one closest to the fence, “That one is Echo, there’s Charlie, and over there is Delta.”

“Awesome,” you whispered with a slightly open mouth.

All of a sudden, Blue, jumped forward towards the cage, making you jump back, just barely missing the her claws as she stuck her arm though an opening.

“Ahh!” You yelped.

Owen pushed you back to a safer distance, “Hey! No, Blue! No! Back, stay back!”

The Raptor looked at Owen and slid her arm out of the door quietly. The others had stayed back, and started hissing at you.

“Was it something I said?” you asked shakily.

He frowned and helped you up off of the ground, “No, I don’t know. Maybe they just didn’t sense that you were my mate?” He looked back in the cage, “I don’t know. Are you ok? Any scratches? Anything?”

You shook your head, “I don’t know either, maybe we need to kiss in front of them next time. Show then whose boss.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Ooh, scandalous. What would the people think?”

“Who cares?” and pecked him on the lips.

A near mauling by your boyfriends Raptors can really make a person crave physical contact.

Is it ok to request a one shot based off an existing imagine (secretly dating Zach and having your father Owen find out)? Thankyou, great blog :)

Of course its ok! I've got it written down. Thank you so much:-)

AHHHH

WALKING DEAD STARTS IN 5 MINUTES. I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE.

Hello! Would you mind doing a Batman one-shot? Where the reader helps Batman and Robin by staying behind in the Batcave and communicating with them, telling them where the bad guys are, and looking things up on the computer, and such?

I got it written down! Thank you!

Just Joking Around

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.

Ooh um can I have an imagine where you have a fall out with Owen but then when the trouble starts you find him and you work together but at the end you get injured and you can make up the ending :-)

Sounds like a plan! But I have a question, was this an Imagine or a One-Shot request? I'm just asking because you said to make up the ending and I didn't know if you meant in a story type thing or not

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.

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Nice Shirt

DONE One-Shots: Can I have a Harley Quinn one shot when I first meet her Announcements: Hey guys! Finals are kicking my butt and so are play rehearsals. I’m very sorry for not updating as much as I should. This One-shot is a little darker but I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: Attempted assault and a fight scene.

A cold wind rushed past you, causing you to shiver and pull your small coat around you even tighter. With a sigh you went down the path between two buildings that would eventually lead to your home. You were just about to stop and tie you shoe when you heard chuckling behind you. Calmly, you turned around, trying to asses whether you were in danger or not. You silently cursed yourself for taking such a secluded route home and quickened your pace when you saw a small group of people behind you.

You were almost out of the alley when another small group of people appeared before you. Your eyes went wide and you whipped your head around again, seeing that the group behind you was looking as malicious as the one in front of you.

Uh oh.

You turned yourself so that you were able to see both of the groups at once as they converged on your position, completely surrounding you. Your breath quickened along with your pulse. For a moment, everything was so quiet you thought that you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.

Then, someone stepped in front of you, looking like the head of the group, and whipped out a knife, “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here at this time o’ night?”

You tried to not look them in the eyes, “Please,” you squeaked, “I don’t want any trouble.”

The leader chuckled, “Trouble?” He waved his knife around, gesturing to the rest of the group, “We ain’t want any trouble either, just want to have some fun.”

He got closer to you, causing you to back up into a wall. Putting his hand on the wall near your head, he leaned in so close you could smell his breath. You almost gagged at the rancid smell that came off of him.

“But,” he said, now waving the sharp looking knife close to your eye, “We can’t have fun if you scream.”

Feeling tears picking at the edges of your eyes, you closed them and waited for the worst. But then, you heard him grunt with surprise and… Pain? You opened your eyes slowly and saw that the leader was on the ground and groaning in pain.

Whipping your head up you saw that the others of the group were converging on another spot. Woah, is that Batman? You thought to yourself. Shaking your head you looked around the alley for something that might be used at a weapon and quickly found some bottles on the ground.

Picking one of them up, you ran over to the quickly dwindling group of punks and saw that it wasn’t Batman that was kicking but, but a woman in a red and white checkered suit and blonde hair.

Harley Quinn, you thought with some shock and maybe a bit of fear. You almost dropped your bottle and ran out of the alley just to get away from the villainess, but you noticed a figure stalking up behind her fighting form. You groaned inwardly a bit as you ran up and swung the bottle with all of your might at the attackers head. It connected with a satisfying crack and he, along with shards of glass, fell to the ground in a painful heap. You gave a satisfied smile and looked up… Right at the smiling face of none other then Harley Quinn herself.

“Heh!” She chuckled, “Nice one! Thanks for the save.”

You stuttered for a moment, unsure of what to say, and then, “Uh, no, no. Thank you so much. You’re the one that saved me! That was pretty cool.”

“No problem suger, just don’t go wandering down no more dark alleys! Yo never know what kinds of creeps live in the dark.”

You were about to say something else when alarms started going off in the building next to you.

She looked over and then back at you quickly, “Well, that my que! Later tater!”

She ran down the other direction in a hurry, but she paused at the end, “Nice shirt by the way!”

You kept staring down the alley in shock before you came to your senses and quickly yelled back, “Thank you!”

You dusted yourself of and threw the broken bottle into the garbage can next to you and left before the cops showed up and kept you out even longer.

Wow, saved by a villain as they were running away from the police. Batman has nothing on Harley Quinn!