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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

If it keeps happening you should start coming up with more elaborate schemes and jokes to remind him. Next time he forgets, sigh dramatically and pull out an over-the-top rainbow hat and continue the conversation 😄

I think the funniest thing is that I have come out of the closet on FOUR SEPARATE OCCASIONS to my father, and my mom has reminded him multiple times that I am not straight, my sister has outed me once or twice to him AND HE STILL FORGETS.

Good Luck!

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!!!

Feelings Pt 2

One-Shot request: Part 2 to Feelings. Pietro followed you into the room and heard everything Steve had said. Announcements: Sorry this took so long, I hope you like it though! Warnings: None<br> Word Count: 966 You stood there, staring at Steve for what seemed like an eternity. He loved you? Since when? I mean, you loved him too, but as family, never as something more, why would you? Memories came flooding back to you, of holidays and birthdays and other parties that Tony threw, suddenly recognizing the signs were there all along, the awkward conversations, avoiding eye contact, for months this was all happening and you never noticed. Why? Why did this ever have to happen? Things were going to get so complicated now, after this nothing would be the same, missions, movie nights, and the works. You furrowed your eyebrows in thought. “Y/N? Y/N?” “Huh!” You said quickly, coming out of your wide eyed stare. “Well, are you going to say anything?” Steve asked quietly. “I, well I-” Well I what, you thought, what should you say? What are you supposed to say? Your thoughts were cut off by an angry voice coming from behind you. “Yes, Y/N. What do you say to the great Captain America?” The color went out from your cheeks as you turned to face Pietro who stood looming in the doorway. He must have followed you, but how much did he hear? “I, Pietro, I wouldn’t-” “Wouldn’t what? Huh? Have you been sneaking behind my back with him?” He asked quietly. You looked him in the eye, “Of course not, Pietro. I love you,” but that didn’t seem to calm him down. He pushed past you and faced up against Steve, his chest puffing out with anger as Steve stood up straight. Pietro looked him in the eye so harshly you thought that Steve’s head would catch fire. “Listen, Pietro, I don’t want to start any trouble,” Steve said firmly. “Oh yeah?” Pietro hissed, “If you didn’t want to start any trouble then why did you say anything? Huh? Did you forget that I was in the picture? I would have never thought that you, Captain America, would do this to one of his own team members. I thought that I could call you a friend, but apparently not.” Steve looked like he wanted to say something else, but held it in. you were thankful for that. You looked at Pietro, he looked hurt. Maybe not to anyone else but you knew him. He really did feel betrayed by one of his friends, you thought. Stepping up in between the two other Avengers you laid a hand of Pietro’s chest. He quickly glanced at you and back to Steve, somehow managing to frown even harder. He huffed loudly and sped out of the room, leaving your hand to fall to your side. You went to follow him when Steve stopped you. “Y/N? I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to start anything.” You looked down, “Yeah, I know,” You sighed heavily and looked back up at him, “Just, just give us some time, at least until things calm down.” And with that, you left the room. —- It took some time to find Pietro, seeing as how he could go basically anywhere within seconds. Eventually you found him in a little restaurant that you both liked to frequent sitting at a table looking out the window with a now cold cup of coffee sitting in front of him. If he notice you come in and sit down he didn’t show it. A waitress came up and asked what you wanted to drink, after she brought you a coffee she left the both of you alone. The two of you sat there, not talking or looking at each other, for a long time. Eventually you sighed, “Pietro, I’m sorry.” There was a pause, then he looked over at you with sad eyes, “Tell me the truth, please. Do you love him? Do you feel the same way?” You looked back at him, “No. No I don’t. Ok, Pietro? I love you and I mean it with all of my heart,” You placed your hand softly over his. “I could never love Steve in the same way that I love you, alright? I thought of him as family, a friend.” “And now?” “And now I really don’t know.” You looked at each other for another few moments, “I’m sorry too,” Pietro eventually said, “I freaked out and I shouldn’t have accused you.” “No, you shouldn’t have,” You agreed, “But I can get over it. Let’s go home” You and Pietro got up and paid for the coffees. You both walked back toward the tower without saying anything else. Kissing you on the cheek he asked, “Are you coming to bed?” “In a minute,” You answered He yawned and zipped off to the room, which left you alone in the living room of the tower. You walked over to the large windows that lined the entire wall and watched the city. After a while you saw Steve’s reflection in the glass. You opened your mouth to say something but Steve beat you to the punch, “Please, just don’t say anything,” You closed your mouth and listened, still facing the windows, “I’m sorry, ok? I really am. I know it was stupid to say anything because now things are going to be different and more complicated than I ever wanted them to be. I had a moment of weakness and I realize I should have never let it slip out. I’m just letting you know that I will back off and leave the two of you be.” You looked out of the window, thinking, and then finally giving a short nod in acceptance. He nodded back and left the room. Soon you did the same and crawled into bed with Pietro snuggling up to his warm form. Things may get complicated, you thought, but for now you can just sleep.

Scaredy Cat

One-Shots: Can I have a Zach Mitchell imagine when it’s my birthday and he takes me somewhere romantic? Please Announcements: Hope you all enjoy this one! Warnings: None

You ran your hands through your hair and yawned, making your way outside of the hotel and into the humid night air. You began to look around for your boyfriend, Zach, who had texted you to come outside. You started to yawn again when someone jumped in front of you. Instead of yawning you let out a strangled cry of surprise and jumped back.

“Yeesh, scaredy cat,” Zach said, coming out of the shadows, “I wasn’t being that creepy.”

You let out a breath and slugged your boyfriend in the arm, “You were totally being creepy! Like, serial killer creepy! What are you doing?”

He laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “Eh, well, what better day to make you fear for your life then your birthday! And besides, I needed to grab your attention. Because, since I am the best boyfriend ever, I’m taking to a nice place.”

You squinted at him, “What place is gonna be open this late in an amusement park?”

“It’s not a restaurant… exactly, but I’m gonna cover your eyes.”

“Ok, now we’re going back into serial killer territory, where are we going?”

“No spoilers,” Zach said, whilst wrapping a piece of cloth around your eyes.

“You run me into something and I swear I will kick you in the shins,” you commented after he took your hand and began walking.

“I would expect nothing less.”

After a few minutes of silence and more walking, Zach stopped suddenly, causing you to bump into the back of him. You furrowed your eyebrows and walked backwards, trying not to fall over in the process.

“Can I take this off now?” You asked.

“Allow me, m'lady,” he replied.

You felt the cloth being untied and then moving away from your face. Blinking quickly to make your eyes adjust to the low light, you let out a small gasp. In front of you there was a large fluffy blanket with dinosaurs on it, probably from the gift shop, and on it was a small picnic, with some candles strewn about.

You smiled brightly and turned to Zach, “Oh, it’s wonderful. This is really sweet, you didn’t have to do this, y'know.”

“Of course I did! Why wouldn’t I? Your the best friend I’ve ever had, and, well, I love you,” he said quietly.

You grabbed his hand and sat on the blanket, careful not to set anything on fire, and then kissed him on the cheek, “I love you too. Now, whats for dinner?”

He smiled at you, “Uh, well, obviously I didn’t have anything to cook, so,” he took two containers of take-out food and handed one to you, “I got some stuff from that restaurant we saw earlier.”

“Even more romantic,” you said, taking the food.

The two of you sat there for the rest of the night, talking and looking at the island and the stars, while finishing mediocre park food. You almost fell asleep right then and there if Zach hadn’t told you to go to bed for real. While in the elevator you smiled sleepily and chuckled softly at nothing in particular.

Well, maybe one thing, or, should you say, person.

Probably Just The Heat

One-Shot: Hii, I love your writing, this request is for Jurassic World, I was just wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader and owen hate each other and are always arguing but they both secretly like each other? Thx ☺ Announcements: Sorry about the end, I ran out of ideas. I hope you like it though! Enjoy! Wanings: None

You finished filling the Velociraptor treat bags and wiped your bloody hands off on a near by rag. Wiping the sweat off of your forehead with your upper arm you made your way off of the cat-walk and was about to go wash your hands when you accidentally ran into someone. Looking up quickly you were about to apologize when you saw who it was and scowled. Owen Grady, the head Velociraptor trainer, known more to you as, ‘Mortal enemy’.

Seeing as how your relationship was a mutual hate for each other he scowled too, “Watch it.”

“Same to you, buddy,” you growled back.

Casting one last dirty glare in your direction, he walked away and disappeared up the catwalk. Turning back around you yourself walked towards the nearest restroom and started scrubbing your hands clean of blood. You noticed that your hands were shaking a bit, and you couldn’t figure out why. Its not like your encounter with the loser was all that intense. What, with his wavy hair and big arms… wait, what?

You shook your head. There is no way that you were falling for that stupid, blond haired, motorcycle riding, Velociraptor training, jack-wagon. His stupid sparkly eyes weren’t even all that great. Your eyebrows furrowed with concern, the heat on this island might be baking your brains and making you think these crazy thoughts. Yeah, thats it, your not going insane, just having a heat stroke.

You sighed, dried your hands, and left the restroom, making your way up the catwalk to get to your next task of the day. You noticed that, thankfully, Grady had gotten done with the recent training exercise with the Raptors and was off talking to Barry and that creepy guy, Hawthorn? Huckleberry? Eh, something like that. The guy was an enormous pain in the you know what. He kept coming back and stared rather evilly at the pack of Raptors, talking nonsense about using them as weapons. Stupid, that guy was just plain stupid.

You sighed and gritted your teeth slightly, they were standing directly where you needed to go to get some tools. Grumbling, you tried to quietly maneuver yourself behind the group of arguing men. While you did so you may or may not have snooped in on their conversation. Although, you pretty quickly lost interest. The jackwad who’s name you were pretty sure started with 'H’ was just spouting more of his seemingly endless amount of stupid. You were about to close the gate behind you, as was the rule for safety, when Grady quickly sidestepped inside. You shrugged and let him close it while he kept on with his conversation.

One thing that did make you smile was the fact that neither Barry nor Owen were buying it. You wiped the smile off of your face as you grabbed some more random tools off of the wall. While you didn’t exactly like Grady, he wasn’t stupid. He knew that the Raptors were wild animals and couldn’t be controlled. In fact, since you were on the topic anyway, why did you hate Grady? He didn’t do anything to you necessarily, maybe it was his cocky attitude, or was it his I’m-indestructible sort of demeanor?

You were pulled from your thoughts as you were about to leave the cage, when you heard someone shout, “Pig loose!”

You quickly turned around, looked up, and saw that one of the new workers had stuck the catcher pole down into the inclosure in an attempt to wrangle the loose pig. Speaking of stupid, am I right?

The next few moments were a blur, although you faintly registered the kid falling over the edge of the catwalk when one of the girls sped by and snapped up the pig in her powerful jaws. The next thing you saw was Grady rush past you and into the now open Raptor pen. Quickly snapping out of it, you rushed and stopped the gate from opening up any farther.

You snapped your attention back to Grady and the new kid, “Grady!” you hissed, “What are you doing?”

But he ignored you, and you quickly took into account the four large predators now surrounding the duo. The kid made a sounds that sounded somewhat scared and pained, and you realized he had a sprained or broken ankle from the fall. He was sitting meat.

“I’m probably gonna be fired for this,” you said faintly to yourself, and rushed into the pen as well.

You heard Barry’s voice behind you, saying something rational like, 'They’re completely stupid’, or, 'They’re probably gonna die’. At least those are the thoughts that are running through your head right now. Barry was probably being a lot more sympathetic and worried.

You heard a voice from in front of you this time, “Y/N? What are you doing? Get out of the pen! It’s dangerous.”

It took all of your self control to not just stop right there and scoff at him. Instead, you kept moving towards the injured intern, while scoffing at him.

“Says the guy standing closest to predatory wild animals.”

You hooked your arms under the kid’s arms and hauled him towards the gate and back into safety.

Turning around you shouted at Grady, “Owen! We’re clear! Get your butt back in here.”

He spared no time rolling under the now closing gate, just as the Raptor squad descended on their prey in a flurry of hisses and claws. You allowed yourself a moment of relief when all they got was a face full of metal bars and slumped against one of the cool cement walls of the cage, almost tripping over one of the tools you had dropped earlier.

“Kid,” Owen said, speaking to the injured intern, “You ever wonder why there was a job opening in the first place?” he asked the shivering form on the ground.

He turned around to you and you mentally groaned, just knowing that you were about to be fired, “And you, follow me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows but hurriedly followed Owen out of the cage and off to one of the quieter parts of your mutual workplace. He stopped and you stuck your hands into the pockets of your dirty tan pants.

He started of how you had expected, “That was stupid, just running into the cage like that, you could’ve gotten hurt,” he continued, “Or worse, killed. I-I care about you.”

“Well,” you said very quickly, “If I may add, you weren’t exactly doing too hot in there either. Heck, one or the both or, yes, even all three of us could have been killed. But, hey! We’re all still alive and have a great story to tell everyone at Thanksgiving dinners. And, also… Wait, what? Did you just say that you cared about-”

You were cut off when Owen’s lips crashed into yours. This, shocking as it may be, made all of your inner organs do cartwheels. Wait, you thought, didn’t we hate each other like, two seconds ago? Although, you still couldn’t figure out why. And also, do I like him? Does he like me back? What is going on? Were we both having heat strokes? All of these thoughts flashed through your head in less than a second, and all too soon, at least you thought so, the kiss ended.

You looked at Owen and noticed that hiss cheeks were a touch pink. Although, you couldn’t blame him, yours were probably even redder.

“What just happened?”

Owen chuckled slightly, “Uh, I was trying to ask you out for dinner sometime, but got over excited, what about you?”

You were fairly certain that your eyebrows were still raised in shock, “Uh, well, I-I guess that I was saying 'sure, why not’ but I think my brain just stopped working,” ugh, you mentally smacked yourself, yep, that was you, smooth.

Grady smiled and kissed you again, this time though, you melted into it.

—-

Of in the distance, one of the other workers begrudgingly handed Barry a small wad of cash, “I can’t believe it,” he said, “They’re always at each other’s throats. I did not expect this.”

Barry smiled, “Are you joking? So much sexual tension was just released that my ears popped from the change in pressure. The power of observation, my friend, is a good one to have.”

And with that, the two men chuckled and walked off to leave the embracing couple some space. Even the Raptors seemed to be cooing at them.

*Gif not mine

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.

If net neutrality dies we aren’t getting it back. I just hope you guys know that. This government never fixes it’s mistakes until decades later if at all, and especially under Trump, they won’t ever fix their mistakes.

The BEST thing you can do is to call your members of Congress at 202-224-3121. Call three times, because you have two senators and one House representative.

Congress has oversight over the FCC, and they have stopped their votes before. Its vital you call them now, go to their local offices now (chances are there is one right next to you), and pressure them to take action. To actually go over there and stop them. To bring up all the lies the FCC is saying about net neutrality, about how they’re ignoring the lawsuit against them. WE ONLY HAVE 6 DAYS!!.

LEO WON. THE MEME IS FINALLY DEAD