Ahhh, November 1st.

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?:3

Sounds good! I'll get on it whenever I can! It may take awhile but don't worry. Thank you!

Thanks so much! You’re even freaking cooler!

imaginesofthefandoms you’re so freaking cool!!!!

What have you been doing

Hi! Well, last night I was falling asleep. Lol. Sorry about not getting your message sooner. I've just been doing a lot of school stuff like clubs and plays and, *sniff*, homework.

Made You Look

One-Shot: 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? Announcements: This may have gone a little off track and I’m sorry, but I hope you all like it! Warnings: None

Your feet slapped against the cool surface of the floor as you made your way and sat back down on the cushy swivel chair. You curled your pajama covered knees up to your chest and took a long sip from the piping hot cup of cocoa that was in your hands. Readjusting the headphones you looked up at the glaringly bright computer screens in front of you and smiled.

“It’s nice and quiet, just how I like it.” You said to no one in particular.

All of a sudden the screens lit up and an alarm started going off. You jumped up and spilled some cocoa on your pants. Hissing in pain you set the cup down and pressed a button to silent the alarm. Different sorts of pages replaced the alarm warning, it looked like a robbery was taking place at the old bank.

You tapped another button, “Awesome person to the two weirdos in funny costumes, there’s a robbery at the old bank downtown, y'know the one?”

A young boy’s voice came through your headphones, “Yeah, we’re on our way now. And our costumes aren’t funny… well, mine isn’t, Batman does have little bat-ears.”

“And you, my dear boy wonder, wear spandex.”

“Yeah? Well you, uh… well at least I don’t… um.”

You chuckled, “Face it, you have nothing.”

“We’re here,” said Bruce, “How many are inside?”

You switched to a satellite feed and pulled up the inferred, counting off all of the glowing red forms on the screen.

“I count 32 hostages and 6 robbers, they’re armed but I can’t tell with what. Can you find a way in?”

“We’ll manage,” said the older man.

There were a few minutes of silence with some sounds of shoes on cement. You took the time to hack into the video cameras to watch all of the drama unfold. You picked up your mug again, taking a sip only to find that it was pretty much empty, which reminded you that you were soaked in hot chocolaty goodness. Grumbling to yourself, you realized that you would have to stay like this until they saved the day.

You finally saw two familiar figures appear on one of the camera feeds, “Two on your right.”

They took them down with ease, none of the other robbers noticing them until it was too late. To be honest these guys were pretty easy to take down compared to past experiences, and soon enough all of them were down. Currently they were tying up some of the bad guys that weren’t knocked out completely. You were just about to stand up and make your way upstairs to take a shower when you saw a quickly moving red dot making it’s way to Batman and Robin.

“Watch out, to the left!” You yelled at them.

On the video feed you saw the two of them dive out of the way as a slew of gunshots went off. You couldn’t see who did it but moments later there was a sound of someone being punched really hard and falling to the floor.

“Nice catch,” Bruce said, making you smile with satisfaction.

“Yeah, maybe you’re not completely useless,” Dick added.

“You’re shoes untied,” you said.

Looking on the camera you noticed him looking down quickly, only to notice that they weren’t.

“Made you look,”

He turned around and made what you assumed to be a really ugly face at the one of the cameras.

“Nice try, but that’s the wrong one.”

“Y'know what, I’m gonna-”

He was cut off by the sounds of police sirens and Bruce, “You can argue later, time to go.”

They disappeared from the screen just as SWAT teams busted in through the doors. You took off the headphones and made your way upstairs. What a twerp, you thought.

A Cold Night In Gotham

One shot: Could you do a one shot, Where when Bruce first sees you he’s Batman, and then he sees you working for him at one of his party’s, he can’t keep his eyes off of you and you feel him looking so you turn and look at him, He gets up and asks you to dance? Announcements: Hope you enjoy! Warnings: None It was a cold night in Gotham, not unusual, but still unpleasant. Currently you were walking home from your job- sorry, ex job, in the middle of the night. You knew it was stupid, being out this late at night by yourself, but your ride never showed up so you didn’t really have any other choice. You stuffed your frigid fingers into your pockets and made your way across the street, trying to stay in the better lit parts of the sidewalk. All of a sudden, it started raining down on you in sheets. You were about to groan in protest to the weather when a sweaty palm clamped over your mouth and pulled you back into a darkened ally. “Scream, and I’ll kill ya, got it! You got that!”

You nodded in reply, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to come spilling out at any moment. Whirling around you were met face to face with a skinny man, and looking down you caught the flash of silver that signaled he had a gun.

“Give me all you got! But you make a single move I swear I won’t think twice about blowin’ your face all over the ally walls, now hurry up!”

You moved slowly and managed to grab your wallet. It didn’t have much but you weren’t about to argue with the guy. It didn’t make you feel any better that he was possible shaking just as bad as you were, remember kids, shaking hands can get people killed! You reached out your wallet to the skinny man, but your hands were shaking so badly that you dropped it.

You held your breath and looked at him, “Well come on,” he said, “Get it! And be quick about it.”

Slowly crouching down you let yourself break eye-contact for a moment and searched for the wallet. All of a sudden, the man yelped and a second later his gun went off, echoing off of the walls of the ally. You shut your eyes and shied away from the loud sound, falling on your butt and trying to scoot away in the process.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes and looked up, containing the small gasp that tried to escape from your lips. A figure in all black with what looked like horns on his head stood not even five feet away from you, tossing away the skinny man’s gun as he dropped to the cold, wet ground.

Scrambling back to your feet you looked at the figure, “Wh- who are you?”

He half turned towards you, “I’m the Batman,” and with that, he took something from off of his belt and soared up and back into the night.

You stared, shocked at the place where he had been, and then looked up after him, “Thank you!” you yelled over the roar of rain, and started back on your way home.

—-

A few weeks passed, and eventually your friend hooked you up with another job, this time it was working as a server for one of the rich guys in Gotham, Wayne was his name. It took quite a while to get the job though, you had to go through about a hundred background checks before you were even interviewed, but that was ok, it paid pretty well which was good enough for you. Tonight was your first actual major party, well, charity ball that you had worked at yet, which excited you. You shook out your shoulders, straightened your clothes, carefully grabbed a platter with multiple glasses of champagne, and walked out of the kitchen doors and into the quieter atmosphere of the party.

You walked around for a bit, handing out glasses, taking away the old ones. To be honest it was kind of boring, just standing there, smiling like a robot to every guest who bothered themselves to look in your direction, it was getting kind of difficult to suppress your yawns. Soon though, you started to feel uneasy, like you were being watched. Carefully you began to swivel your head, looking around the large room for the source of the feeling, finding nothing you shook your head. You were just being silly, you thought, nothing is happening and no one is staring. You smiled slightly, you’re just being paranoid, turning around you almost spilt the tray onto someone that was standing right behind you.

“Oh!” you said, managing to gain control of the drinks, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t see you there… Mr. Wayne! I’m so sorry.”

Bruce Wayne, your boss, stood behind you, smiling, “It’s ok, don’t worry about it. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied

“Well, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to dance?”

You stared at him, “That would be lovely, but I am still working.”

He looked around, “Well, I know the boss, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind. Especially for someone as beautiful as you.”

Your cheeks flushed bright pink, was he actually serious? “O-ok, I guess. Thank you.”

You set down the tray of drinks and followed Wayne out onto the little area where people were dancing gracefully to the song.

“I must warn you,” You began, “I have no idea how to dance.”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, just follow my lead.”

It took you a moment, but then there you were, spinning gracefully around the dance floor in your not-so-expensive servers outfit with none other than Bruce Wayne, the billionaire. You couldn’t really see but you thought that everyone was staring at the two of you. To be honest you were kind of warming up to the guy, it’s like you’ve met him before.

Just another cold night in Gotham? Yeah, right.

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Can I have a Zach Mitchell imagine when it's my birthday and he takes me somewhere romantic? Please☺️☺️☺️☺️

Of course, this sounds sweet!

Ice-Cream and Dino Figurines

One-Shot: Can you make a one shot that’s like “you’re new and working in the control room and Lowery takes you under his wing and falls for you” thank you!!! You’re awesome Announcements: This may have gotten a little off track but I hope you like it! Warnings: None

You always knew that you were good with computers and such, but you never though you would be good enough to work at Jurassic World. I mean sure, you weren’t actually near any of the dinosaurs but you got to see them on the cameras and know that they are real, and that was enough. This was only your first week, and you still didn’t have any friends around the workplace, but that was ok, for now you were just here for all the cute and deadly dinosaurs. I mean, everyone around was nice enough but you were still just the weird new girl, even though being weird is partially needed for this job. Lately though, you thought you noticed people kind of slumping when you enter the room. Are they annoyed by me, you wondered, am I too weird? After noticing it you couldn’t help but see that everyone was almost, trying to avoid you. If it’s only my 1st week and I’m annoying them this badly, you thought, then I must be, like, reeeeaaalllyyy annoying. On the last day of your first week you were feeling a bit down and decided you needed a little pick-me-up. So, once you got off of work you made a night out of it, you went to one of the restaurants on the island, got some ice-cream, and even some dinosaur figures cut from rock from one of the gift shops. All in all you were feeling a lot better and was on your way home when a man you recognized from work saw you and came walking over. Noticing he was walking towards you, you slowed down a bit so he could catch up. He was a cute looking fellow with glasses and a head of brown fluffy hair. He slid up next to you, “Uh, hi! My names Lowery, we work together but I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not,” He kind of trailed off, but then snapped back into attention, “Anyways, I just noticed that your new and I wanted to introduce myself.” You switched your ice-cream from one hand to the other, “Hi! I’m Y/N. Yeah, I know who you are, you sit a few rows ahead of me, the guy with the rubber dinosaurs on his console, right?” He looked down, a little embarrassed almost, “Heh, yeah, thats me. I know, it’s a little weird but-” You cut him off by laughing, “It is weird, bit it’s kind of cool too! I actually just got some of these Dino bad boys myself,” you said triumphantly patting your bag. His eyes widened a bit, “Really? That’s so cool. You know, when I was a kid growing up I loved dinosaurs, like, REALLY loved them and now I get to work near them every single day? It’s better than a dream come true.” You took a lick of your ice-cream and smiled at him, “I know, right? I would love to see little 7 year old me’s face if they could see what they would be doing in a few years.” You both laughed and walked on in silence for a moment. A nice silence though, you thought. “So,” you said, “Thanks for introducing yourself. I don’t really think anyone else there likes me very much.” “Ehh, maybe not,” He began, “But maybe we’re just a certain kind of breed. The Dinosaur figurine club.” On the word ‘club’, he made a flourishing motion with his hands and ended up knocking the ice-cream off of your cone and right onto your shirt. He jerked back and saw the damage that he had done, his eyes growing wide again, this time with panic “Ahh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that.” He started franticly searching for napkins, eventually finding some and handing them to you. You kind of watched this all from afar, it was almost cute, you thought, the way he over-panicked about spilt ice-cream. You took the napkins from his hands and started dabbing your shirt while laughing. “It’s ok, really, calm down. It’s ice-cream, not boiling water. Now see, if it was boiling water, then I would be mad.” “And now?” He asked, seeming to calm down a bit. “And now I think you owe me another ice-cream. I will settle for nothing less then a double scoop.” He laughed at that one, “I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to, but I think everything is closed.” You winked at him, “I guess we’ll just have to pick this up tomorrow then.” And with that, you walked off into the night leaving a very shocked look on his face. Awesome, he thought. —- In the coming weeks the two of you really hit it off. He showed you the inner workings of the control room, who to talk to, who was a jerk, which of the two coffee machines actually produced good coffee, what ticked Ms. Dearing off and what almost didn’t. Soon enough you were really part of the computer geek family. And soon enough you were having Dinosaur figurine club meetings over double scoops of ice-cream.

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Nachos? Beef stroganoff? Uhhhhhhh... just, like, a pile of beef?

i have so much fucking hamburger in my freezer and literally no idea what to do with it. i made stuffed peppers the other day and even that only took up ¼ of the hamburger. why the fuck did i buy so much hamburger. did i go through a phase where i thought hamburger was the only meat i could cook. what’s wrong with me. someone help.