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Borrowed Baby

A/N: When I was on the plane I made @jpadjackles give me a million prompts so I wouldn’t be bored. Now I’m going through them!


“Can’t you just man up and change a diaper?” You said chuckling at your husband starting at the baby on the changing table.

Jensen threw his hands up, “I have no idea what I’m doing! You’re the one that’s good with kids…”

You rolled your eyes, there was no way you could change Tom’s diaper, “I’m also the one with a dislocated shoulder babe.”

Jensen hung his head in defeat, “I know, I just have no idea what I’m doing. I’m terrified.”

You walk over to your husband rubbing your slightly swollen belly, “Well it’s a good thing Jared and Gen let us borrow their baby for a few hours.”

Jensen chuckled, “They didn’t let us borrow Tom they asked if we could watch him while they went out to dinner.”

You shrugged, “Same difference, it’s good practice.”

“How am I going to be a good dad if I can’t even change a diaper?”

You put your good arm around his waist, “Well you’ve never changed one before. One isn’t born with the skill of wiping tiny humans butts, it takes a little practice! They can be really squirmy.”

“Ok so how do I start?”

A few hours later, Jensen had Tom changed, fed, burped, and now was sound asleep in his arms. You knew Jensen had it in him, it just had to be forced out. You we staring at Jensen bouncing around the living room with Tom in his arms, “You know you can put him down right? He’s been asleep for like 30 minutes.”

Jensen looks up at you with that million dollar smile of his, “I know but I’m kind of loving these baby snuggles.”

You didn’t think this man could get any more attractive but you were wrong.

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Not to be rude but imagine Maggie and Lena bonding.

Bonding over how smitten they are with their respective Danvers sister.

Late-night drinking to swap dating-a-Danvers-girl stories when their superheroes have the night shift at the DEO.

Commiserating over the respective self-esteem issues of their beloveds.

Conspiring to spoil their respective Danvers woman and build up her sense of self-worth, of being worthy of so much love, with concert tickets, trips abroad, movie nights, homecooked meals, post-it notes full of love hidden throughout their apartments, flowers delivered by a flustered J'onn at the DEO, and lavish double dates at the fanciest restaurants in National City, that somehow always end in the bowling alley or the ice rink.

Squealing over the way Kara tries to imitate Alex’s powerful hands-on-hips pose, and how one of them winds up looking like they could kill you and also fuck you, and the other looks like she could just cute you to death and maybe one day make sweet love with you.

Trading war stories about the latest argument, the latest sex-withholding episode, because the Danvers sisters are perfect, and perfect for them, and their relationships are healthier than any they’ve ever known, but the Danvers sisters are stubborn as all get out, and like to get their way (and they do. They do.).

Gushing together over how strong, how committed, how heroic, how sensitive, how kind, how awkward, how generous, how gorgeous, how incredible, their Danvers women are.

NOT TO BE RUDE BUT IMAGINE MAGGIE AND LENA BONDING.

anonymous asked:

Do you ever think about the first time Alec slept over at magnus' like no sex just casual sleep

i absolutely do

i imagine it would be such a pretty thing really, a slow thing. it would be afternoon dripping into evening when alec showed up, asking magnus if he was done with work for the day as he shut the door behind him. and magnus, holding a book in his hand would smile really slow, shaking his head and saying that he only had a few potions brewing that he had to check on later. then before he could really say much of anything else, alec would be slipping his arms around magnus’s waist, pressing him close gently. a slow hug in the doorway that felt like something deep unfurling. i missed you so much and it wasn’t even that long.

it would be laughter echoing through the kitchen as magnus summoned them dinner with his eyebrows up and a huge grin on his face. alec would be halfway bent over the kitchen counter, grinning one of those huge grins and shaking his head. because as usual they couldn’t pick what to have so magnus summoned every kind of takeout imaginable and alec scoured it all before pursing his lips together. “buffet?” he said, raising one eyebrow.

“i like how you think alexander.” magnus responded with a low chuckle.

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i wonder if anyone knows how much of a little slut you are for me. how easily you’d bend over at my command. how you’d let me push your face down into our pillows and wrap my hands around your throat.

do they know about the filthy things i whisper in your ears during class? when you’ve got the volume low, listening to me fucking myself with your thighs clenched.

or the way you excused yourself from a meeting just to take your panties off in the bathroom? how you teased yourself just enough to take the edge off until you could get home to me… where i could fuck you the way you deserve.

Yuanfen - Part 11

Characters - Bucky x Reader, Steve, Tesla

Word Count -  2023

Warnings - Language, Smut, idk…crying during sex is that a thing?

A/N - Someone finally gets laid. I haven’t written smut in MONTHS so it’s probably horrible but I tried. Please let me know what you think because I crave attention.

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Steve was left staring at the back of your head as you walked away with Bucky. He thought he was doing the right thing; getting you back into work, feeling the motivation take over the need to lounge around on your couch. Ultimately, as he watched Bucky’s fingers tangle with yours, he realized that he’d gone about things the wrong way. You were more than just his boss, you were his best friend. Some days you were the only person he could turn to and he cared about you deeply.

A lump formed in his throat as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. His eyes found the pavements, willing the tears back into their ducts. As if his luck couldn’t get any worse, rain started pouring from the sky, soaking through the dirty blond locks on his head.

“I don’t want any trouble, papi chulo,” Tesla called across the counter that her elbows rested on.

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Jokers Daughter Imagine: Ceremony

Request: (anon) Could you do a fic where cp and Jerome are dating and they have their own chemical wedding while J and Harley watch? (cp = clown princess/jokers daughter)

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The motorcade rode through the silent and deserted streets of Gotham. The sun had just set and the street lights were illuminating the roads for the black suv’s to lead the way. Following behind them was the purple lamborghini. Joker was driving and gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were beginning to turn even whiter. Harley saw the tension in her husband out of the corner of her eye and reached her hand over and gently stroked his leg.

You sat in the back seat, head to toe in a white gown that hugged you tightly along the breast and hips and loosened before stopping right at your toes. The material glistened in the moonlight just like the dresses your mother wore to the club. You always told yourself as a little girl you’d wear something like that. Never in your wildest dreams did you think it’d be to your wedding. But daddy promised his little girl the world. Even if he wasn’t exactly ready to let you leave the one he had built around himself, you , and your mother.

Jerome sat a few cars behind the clown family picking at his finger nails. He was so nervous and excited and whole body racing with adrenaline that he wanted to rip his nails off, jump out the car, and just run over to kidnap you and take you far away and become the king and queen of your own city. But he knew how much this meant to you, how much your father meant to you, and he would never have you if he didn’t take the oath.

Joker looked in the rearview mirror at his princess all dressed up for the ceremony. For a moment he smiled, when him and Harley did this it was so out of the blue and not lavish at all. This was much more his style. He wanted his little girls big day to be all she dreamed. The dress, the tux, the flowers, the jewels , everything that he could to make where they were going seem less gloomy. After his own fall into the vat, he embraced them and loved what they had done. Especially after they had given him his queen. But when it game to her, he got a chill down his spine thinking about taking his precious girl to that place. There was a little voice inside the Jokers head telling him to step on the gas and get his girls out of there. To take them away and not let his daughter go. He knew she loved Jerome but that doesn’t mean he had to let her go just yet. As much as he wanted to go and as much as he hated admitting it to himself, Jerome fit in perfectly. Jerome would take care of her and love her for who she was. He was a regular clown. Before he had time to go in the deeper parts of his mind the green neon letters shined over the dashboard. 

Harley’s face immediately lit up with glee when she saw it. She hadn’t been back since Harleen disappeared. Whenever she looked at the letters she felt Jokers lips on hers. She turned around to face her daughter, pearly whites exposed.

“All ready baby?” 

You took a deep breath and turned around to see the other cars, one of them holding your love, pull into the lot next to the factory. You wished you could walk in with him but your father insisted it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Who knew the Joker would have tradition in him.

“I’m ready” you said as your father got out and opened the car door for you. He wrapped his arm around your entire frame and led you inside. 

When you first saw the place you couldn’t believe your eyes. it wasn’t the dark and broken down place you had heard stories about. The entire floor was lined in purple carpet leading all the way up to the platform above and the railings were decorated in an assortment of green flowers. You looked up at your dad, knowing he was behind all of this, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Before you could open your mouth to say thank you he spoke.

“Over here” he pulled you as he walked, his tone was cold. You knew he wasn’t going to be excited about this day but you didn’t expect him to be this stoic.

He led you and your mother to a small opening on the side where he had a suitcase and mirror waiting. You heard the noises outside of men loading guns and taking their positions to guard the entrance. You heard Jerome’s laugh as he was led inside and your eyes lit up. The Joker growled trying to get your attention and you turned back to him. He was opening up one of the suitcases that revealed a tiara. 

“Your mother has no sense when it comes to the finer things so I took it upon myself to make this” Harley rolled her eyes as your dad did what he did best, he joked. He joked to cope with the inevitable ending he had to accept. His little girl was grown. 

“oh daddy!” you said and threw yourself into him. He held onto tightly and took a moment to breath in your scent while you were still his. 

“okay you too let’s finish up.” She said snatching the tiara from the case and placing it on your head.

Joker circled his girls as they fixed their hair and dresses and looked in the mirror. Harley pulled from her purse some last minute makeup for you to touch yourself up. Joker was trying to keep his breathing steady as he walked back and forth behind you. As you looked at yourself it hit you. This was the last time you’d be seeing… you. Once the chemicals touched your skin, you’d be forever changed inside and out. Your parents did their best to prep you but you knew nothing was going to get you ready for the actual feeling. You expected to start getting goosebumps and be afraid, but the opposite was happening. Your shoulders dropped as the tension flowed out of them and your feet felt more firm on the ground. This wasn’t the last night you’d be seeing yourself, wasn’t the last night of your ‘life’. It was the beginning. You applied the last coat of lipstick and took a look.

As Joker saw his daughter grow more confident, he got more nervous. A part of him didn’t want her to be ready. He wanted her to be a scared little girl who needs to run to her daddy, so he can take her away and make her feel better. Harley grabbed Jokers arm and gently pulled him close to her so he would stop hovering over you.

“She’s more like you than you thought Puddin” she grinned.

“And what the hell does that mean?” he leaned in and teased her neck with his lips. 

“Means she’ll be fine. So relax” Harley pulled away and kissed his lips passionately.

Jerome made the long walk up to the top and over to the edge of the platform. He looked down and saw the yellow liquid bubbling. His heart started to beat faster. He was never afraid of anything, it was more the excitement that this was finally happening. He remembered back to the day when he was shoving the knife inside of his mothers body. Covered in blood and screaming like a rabid animal letting all the rage out. The day in the interrogation room when he laughed and laughed until he thought he was going to pass out. Then his days in arkham. The first time he saw you. Never did he think the voices in his head would stop screaming or his urge to kill would stop. But when he saw you he was done for. He tried to fight it at first, knowing the power you would hold over him, but it was too good to resist. It was the only good in his life. It was you and now you were going to be his. 

Jerome saw Harley and Joker make their way up the stairs to the platform. He knew the king of gotham was nervous and got pride out of being the one to make him so. He took a bow to show respect and also toy with him a bit.

The Joker was not amused and snarled at Jerome until he stopped. Harley stood off to the side, taking in the sight both new and old to her and getting lost in one of her day dreams again. Joker took the opportunity to one last time assert his dominance. He grabbed Jerome by the tie and pulled him close. 

“What you’re about to do… it’s forever you get that red? that is if it stays red.” Joker cackled in his face. 

Jerome wasn’t about to give in and cackled back “I know what it means. It means I can call you daddy too!” 

Joker tightened his grip and growled deep in his face. “It means that after this she won’t belong to you. You’ll belong to me” the words sank into Jerome and Joker only released him when he saw a brief moment of panic in his eye before Jerome got ahold of himself.

Before Jerome could think of something to say and retaliate you were walking up the steps to join them. The very sight of you made him forget what he was going to say. His whole world started spinning until his tunnel vision landed back at you. 

You took your time walking to him keeping your head high with the tiara, living up to your name of the clown princess. You wanted to savor every moment of this but wanted to speed up to meet your fate.

Jerome couldn’t stand the wait any longer and met you half way to walk you to the edge himself. Joker stepped in front of the both of you blocking the view of the vats. He physically separated you two from each other and placed his smile tattooed hand over Jerome’s mouth. Now it was real. 

Your father looked over to you , with his eyes asking one last time if this was what you really wanted. You gently shook your head giving him permission to continue.  He turned back to Jerome and pressed his fingers harder into his face.

“Do not say this oath thoughtlessly…” the Joker began. “Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power.” he reached over to grab his daughters hand releasing his grip from Jerome’s face. It was such a pain relief Jerome took a deep breath. He took both your hands and put them together. “Do you really want this?” he asked both of you.

At once you both replied with “I do.” 

The Jokers chest started rising and falling fast. He took another look at his daughter and traced her face with his finger tips before he stepped out of the way.

You and Jerome looked down, hand in hand, at the chemicals below you. Jerome felt his nerves calm when he saw the colors reflect on your face. he really wanted this and you had never felt more right in a life of ‘wrongs’. 

Joker walked over to Harley and she grabbed his hand tightly, predicting that she would need to hold him back in a last ditch effort to run over and grab their daughter. But he was surprisingly calm. something about watching his daughter stand where he once stood made him think that for once everything was as it was meant to be.

“You know you’re stuck with me now princess?” Jerome cocked his head and said to you with a smirk.

“I’m pretty sure it ain’t me whose stuck.” you smirked back and the two of you embraced each other.

You melted into his kiss as he wrapped his hands around your waist and before you could realize what was happening, you were falling.

Jerome’s hands never left your waist as the two of you sank and emerged from the chemicals. Jerome looked down and kissed your lips to make sure you were still breathing and all right. You felt the tiara fall off your head and float away but it didn’t matter. You opened your eyes and saw your prince. Once your vision was clear you placed your hands on his cheeks and stole another kiss.

The two of you didn’t even notice that above Harley and Joker were witnessing the whole thing. Joker was soothing out his jacket that he partially took off in case he would need to jump in after you, like the last time he was here. 

There was nothing he could do now besides admire the view. The moment he had been dreading was all over. His little girl had found the Harley to her Joker.

“So puddin.. what’s going through that crazy head of yours?” Harley asked seductively, enjoying the mood that was being set and wanting to relive their own romantic moment.

“hmmmmmmm well…” Joker said eyes still on Jerome and his daughter. “I’m thinking I was wrong.”

“About what?” she said shocked.

“He got to keep the red hair”. Joker began laughing like the madman he was filling the whole factory. Only to be joined with laughs from below.

One big happy clown family.

anonymous asked:

Hey <3 i LOVE your blog! Can i please request a 9 and 45 "will you be quiet" "make me" with Sirius please?

Prompt Request - Prompts List
9. “Will you be quiet?!”
45. “Make me.”

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 524
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The library was a supposedly quiet place where you could focus on your studies alone. At least it was until Sirius showed up, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way towards you.

“Oh there you are Y/n. ’Ve been looking all over for you,” he said, the mildest hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“And where exactly have you been looking?” You questioned, looking up from your note-taking and raising an eyebrow. “C'mon love, you know… just around…” He sighed as he looked at your unamused expression, “Fine, I used the map.” You nodded, “That sounds more like you.”

Sirius grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside you, looking over your shoulder at the book that laid open in front of you.

“Wow, this seems boring, love. Couldn’t you do something more productive with your time?” His voice was low in your ear, his warm breath fanning over your neck. You forced a blush away as you nudged him.

“Sirius I’m trying to study here. Could you please just either do the same or leave,” you said, dipping your quill into the ink pot.

”’S not very nice of you to say to me now is it?” He fake-pouted at you as you rolled your eyes, however you were still focused on the book in front of you.

Unsatisfied with the lack of attention, Sirius moved back to your neck, pressing warm, wet kisses across the side and back, then across your shoulder. You could feel your heart beginning to race, but refused to give in to him.

“Love, please… Want you. Want you badly, right now,” Sirius’ hand crept across your thigh, squeezing it as he lightly bit your shoulder. You gulped, however moved away from him, turning to look into his dark brown eyes.

"Please stop doing that, I need to study,” you told him firmly. Sirius stood up and walked over to the nearest bookcase, pretending to inspect the books.

"I don’t know why you’re pretending you don’t want me, Y/n. You should just give in and let me take you now,” he said casually, taking out a book, glancing at it and placing it back.

"Sirius Orion Black I swear to Merlin. We have exam season coming up, and I need to do well in it! Unlike you and James, I can’t just wing them and hope for the best. I actually need to study! Now please, for the love of all things good and pure, will you be quiet?!

Sirius smirked at you lazily, leaning against the bookcase with one leg slightly crossed over the other.

Make me.”

"Oh I will!” You jumped out of your seat and made your way towards him.

He had a cocky grin on his face as you grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him down to kiss him.

Sirius’ hands immediately found your waist, pulling you closer to him as he slowly turned you around to press you into the bookcase. His lips left a trail of hot kisses across your jaw as your hands reached for his belt.

"Knew you couldn’t resist me, love.”

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“Excuse me are you done with that?” A boy asked as you jotted down notes from a book in front of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just reading about this fox demon thing and it sounds so interesting!” You gasped with a grin.

“Urm, yeah ok cool but could I borrow it?” He asked, glancing over the library at a group gathered around a table.

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Dean Winchester of the 73rd had a knack for using his hands. Back home he could fix near enough any car that rolled though his way, so keeping him close to his flight squadron was like making sure you wore headdress during a salute: essential.

Dean’s magic fingers spread though more than just fixing things. His talent for capturing the imagination onto any flat surface made him more than desirable before the big flight. Girls were a popular choice, bombs that looked like sharks too, but on Sgt. Winchester’s own plane, he decided he needed an angel watching over him. 


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Imagine comforting Dean when Mary comes back

You hadn’t meant to find him.

You understood he needed space, this was big, bigger than you could imagine, and Dean needed to find his own way to deal with it all.

Yet when you stumbled across him sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to wash everything away with beer, you couldn’t walk away.

“Hey handsome.” After minutes of debating whether to disturb him you slowly made your way around the kitchen island, still wary.

“Hi.” His voice was low and tone depressed, his eyes never leaving the collection of photos in his hands.

“You wanna talk about it?” You used your finger nails to scratch the top of his head, a feeling you knew he liked.

“Not really.” You could see his words were a lie by the way he covered them up with a long sip of alcohol.

“Dean…” You sighed, joining him on the floor, arms crossed over your chest.

“It’s just… she’s back and it’s so weird.” He leant his head on your shoulder, face hiding in your chest.

“And she’s not like you thought she was.” You ran a soothing hand up and down his arm, finger tips tickling his skin as he shook his head.

“I always had this picture in my head from what Dad told me, from what he wrote, even from what I could remember.” He looked up at you through thick eye lashes, eyes full of confusion and hurt. “It’s all so different.”

“I get that but the important thing to remember that this is your Mom, she’s alive and she’s here.” You cupped his face, ensuring he was listening before kissing his forehead. “We’ll figure out the rest together.”

“I love you.” He smiled slightly before snuggling back into your chest, your arms wrapped around each other as you sat there in silence for god knows how long.


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Prompt: Okay so can you do a fic where Kara finds out she's pregnant and tries to find a way to tell Mon El but everytime she's tried ends in disaster but she finally tells him on accident.

Here ya go! I always end up giving baby fics priority over the others because I’m a sucker for baby fics.


Title: Plans Change

“Okay, you can do this. Just take a deep breath”, Kara assured her own reflection as she stood in her bathroom with a pale face and shaky hands holding a pregnancy test. Not that she fully believed that it could actually detect if a Kryptonian was pregnant with a fully alien baby from two different species but she’d get Alex to confirm it later. Plus the fact that she couldn’t get sick was another indicator that she was probably in the family way. Regardless, she had to tell Mon-El. Even if it wasn’t completely confirmed, there was no way she could keep it from him.

When the front door to the apartment opened, Kara’s ears immediately picked it up. She placed the test in the back pocket of her jeans and made her way into the living area. “Kara!” Mon-El grinned at his girlfriend as she appeared in the room. “You’re home. I was wondering where you’d got to. Winn told me that you left early and seemed a bit out of sorts. Are you okay?”

The blonde forced a smile while inwardly feeling like her stomach was twisted in knots. She and Mon-El hadn’t even known each other for more than a year, in a relationship less than that and she was pregnant. She was worried how he was going to react. She herself wasn’t exactly reacting well to it but more because she was a Superhero. How was she supposed to juggle a baby and a career in crime fighting? Not to mention her work as a freelance reporter wasn’t exactly the most stable of jobs.

“Mon-El, I…there’s something I need to tell you”.

Immediately the Daxamite appeared right in front of her, his face etched into a concerned frown. “Is this about the other day?” He asked, referring to an argument they’d broken into after Mon-El almost got shot with a lead bullet while having Kara’s back in the middle of stopping a robbery. “Because you know I’m not going to apologise for doing what I had to when I thought that they were packing Kryptonite”.

“That’s not it”, Kara sighed, remembering that her reaction had been explosive…and extremely emotional. Yet another tip off that the pregnancy test was as accurate for a Kryptonian as it was for a human.

“Okay…what’s going on?”

“Here’s the thing…I’m-“

Suddenly a blue light erupted in the room and Kara watched with confusion as it morphed into a person. The confusion faded immediately as she recognised the imp that emerged from it. Evidently so did Mon-El as his attention immediately flew from his girlfriend to Mxyzptlk.  “YOU! Kara banished you!” He exclaimed and instantly took a step in front of Kara.

“I know, I was there”, the dimension jumper smirked. “And I’m not here to try to steal her away this time. That ship has sailed”.

Kara stepped out from behind her boyfriend and glared at the annoying man. “Then what do you want from us?”

“I think it’s about time that you Supers learnt to kneel to me, Mister Mxyzptlk!” A blast of light from his hands caused Mon-El to turn into stone, shortly before he escaped a blast of heat from Kara’s eyes.

And that was how Kara was interrupted the first time that she tried to tell Mon-El she was pregnant. After they managed to set Mon-El right (along with a few other people that had been turned to stone) and sent Mxyzptlk back to his dimension, Supergirl lost her legendary courage and ended up procrastinating telling her partner and boyfriend about their unborn child.


 A few days later, Kara had come up with an ingenious idea to tell Mon-El she was pregnant without having to tell him directly because apparently vocally expressing it wasn’t working out for her. Each time she tried, her words got choked in her throat and wouldn’t come out. So it was a week after the incident with Mxyzptlk when she thought of the perfect way to let Mon-El know of his impending fatherhood. She contacted her favourite bakery and asked them to make her a cake with I’m pregnant in icing and a few decorative marzipan baby items just in case the words didn’t sink in (and because marzipan was delicious).

As soon as the cake arrived, Kara put it on the table to present to her boyfriend after he got back from his shift. When she was called away as Supergirl to put out a few fires (literally and figuratively) she left it on the table, assuming that it would be perfectly safe. When she arrived back, Mon-El walked into the apartment and she quickly changed before grabbing the cake.

“Hey, I’ve got a surprise for you”, she grinned and opened up the cake box. She watched Mon-El looked at the cake in bemusement before his lips twitched upwards into a smirk.

“That’s nice but I much prefer your real ones”.

“What!”

Kara turned the box around and let out a gasp when she realised that her cake must have been switched with someone else’s. Inside the box was a boob shaped cake with two marzipan nipples on either boob.

“I take it that this was not meant for me?”

“The bakery switched my cake!”

Mon-El took the box out of her hands and put it down on the table before scooping her face with his hands. “Like I said, I much prefer the real thing”. Before she could protest (or ring the bakery to yell at them), Mon-El brushed his lips against her mouth and the cake completely disappeared from her mind (and the baby too).


Kara’s next plan was fool proof. She was sure of it. She’d enlisted her sister’s help this time and made her go out and get a mini Supergirl outfit made that would fit a baby.  She decided to put it on their bed so that Mon-El would see it as soon as he came in since he was working the late shift that night.  The only thing that she hadn’t counted on was for a villain to show up in her loft and set fire to half of her bedroom. After taking care of the villain, she was forced to remove her bed which was completely burnt including the baby outfit and decided that maybe she should try to be just a little more direct since using objects wasn’t going in her favour.


As it turned out, Kara’s planning and scheming ended up being all for nothing. She and Mon-El were facing off against a CADMUS agent who was planning on blowing up an entire neighbourhood comprised of alien refugees. Winn had just about managed to disassemble the bomb when Kara saw the Agent turn towards her with eyes full of rage and shoot a Kryptonite bullet in her direction. With no time to move out of the way (plus there were innocent people standing directly behind her and she wasn’t going to let them get hit in her place), she quickly turned around to protect her stomach but when nothing hit her she glanced over her shoulder to see her boyfriend fall to the floor with a grunt.

“Mon-El!” she yelled and blasted the gun out of the Agents hands with her heat vision, not caring if she burnt him or not, her mind turning red with anger. Alex and the other DEO Agents appeared out of a black van that just pulled up and headed towards the CADMUS guy while Kara immediately dropped to the ground beside Mon-El. “Mon-El, you need to stay with me please”, she begged, her eyes full of tears.

“Kara-“,

“I need you! And our baby needs you!”

“Kara…what?!” Mon-El sat up effortlessly and looked at her with a shocked expression. That’s when she realised that it was a Kryptonite bullet and not a lead one. Kryptonite had no effect on Mon-El which meant the bullet hadn’t even pierced him. Her cheeks flushed pink as she realised her mistake…and the fact that she’d just unintentionally let the cat out of the bag.

“Can we forget I just said that?!”

Unsurprisingly, the Daxamite frowned and shook his head. “Kara, what are you talking about?”

“I’m…I’m pregnant. I should have told you before but I just…I just couldn’t”.

“Wait, you mean you’ve been flying around Kryptonite bullets while our half Kryptonian child is inside you?” He demanded with annoyance while Kara’s blinked in surprise.

“That’s the part you’re upset about? Not the baby?”

“Why would I be upset about a baby? That’s amazing”, he told her as he held her in his arms in the middle of the street, ignoring the curious onlookers.

She stared at him with wide blue eyes “Really?”

“Why? Are you not happy?”

“I mean I am but it’s kind of soon for us. I was worried that you’d freak out”.

“I love you. I’m going to love our child too”, Mon-El smiled at her and was about to lean in for a kiss when Alex barged over to them.

“You two need to get out of here. Save the personal stuff for the privacy of your home, Supergirl!”

A year ago today you were testing my name in your mouth,
using it to wash down cold coffee and cheap pastries.
A year ago today you let me hook my arm in yours because our hands were too cold to hold and you would kiss my cheek every time I pulled away you’d make sure I never pulled away only you could say no. A year ago today things were alright in a twisted way I got 80 minutes with you in the mornings every other day and 25 on the off days.
I never healed, I never healed from those days.
A year from that day,
today, I saw you with her.
Kissing her head when you could and smiling. You hold her hand in public.
You’re still with her.
Today I made a deal I’ll regret just to get some intimacy.
I’ve been searching for your love in the front seat of my car and over phone lines,
you’re never going to make the mistake of kissing me around corners again because I made you realize how much you loved her.
—  Or maybe she’s just a habit you can’t break
Floral Shop - Rafael Barba

Instead of doing homework and catching up on my fics, I decided to make this for Valentine’s Day!

Hands down, this was your busiest time of the year. Besides the wedding craze that happened during the summer, Valentine’s Day always kicked your ass. A friend of yours suggested that you get seasonal help, but you could manage just fine with your only other coworker, an older woman named Marge.

She was working the register as you arranged the bins of roses for the fiftieth time that day. So many men had come in last minute, looking for specific flowers for their women, so you had to tell them over and over that there was no way you could complete a special order in time. 

Having been yelled at three times today, dropping an entire bucket full of baby’s breath on the sidewalk, and completely forgetting about an order that you had for noon that day, you were ready for Valentine’s Day to be over. So, when the bell rang, signaling someone entering your shop, you rolled your eyes. 

Looking up, you saw a man in a suit, looking around nervously through the flowers. This was a sight you had become way too used to today. You walked over towards him, ready to tell him that all the bright pink roses had sold out, until he looked up at you with green eyes.

“Hi,” you said, completely forgetting your Valentine’s schpeal about looking for ‘something special for someone special’.

“Hi,” he said, smiling back at you. 

“Can I help you find something?”

“Yeah, um anything in purple.” You smiled and tilted your head curiously.

“Anything purple?” He chuckled and ran a hand through his dark hair.

“Yeah, it’s my mom’s favorite color.” You fought off the urge to shout yes at that moment. “Today is my parent’s anniversary.”

“Oh, how sweet,” you said, leading him towards a table covered with scattered flower petals, droplets of water, and broken stems.

“Not really. My dad died a long time ago.” You looked back at him and he frowned. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“It’s okay. It’s still really sweet. Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?” you asked. He shrugged and you giggled. “Okay, well I really love these ones,” you said, pulling out the pale purple roses you had just gotten in. He took one from your hand and sniffed it.

“Yeah. She’ll love them. Do you have any other purple flowers I can pair with it?” You looked up at the clock on instinct, and saw it was eight. Closing time. The man seemed to take notice, too and looked back at you. “Oh, don’t worry about it I-”

“Forget about it,” you said. “I think I have something.” You took six of the roses and moved across the room to get some baby’s breath, adding some lilacs into it, and finishing it off with some pale pink chrysanthemums. “How does this look?”

“Amazing,” he said, taking the bouquet from your hands. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He followed you up to the register, and once you handed him his receipt he smiled. 

“Thank you again.”

“Like I said, it’s no problem.”

“Well, Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. You smiled and he pulled out a rose, handing it to you. You opened your mouth to say something but he only winked and walked towards the door, leaving you blushing as you sniffed the flower.


A week later, you came into work to open, and found Marge standing at the door. She walked faster towards her, worried that something had happened. You started fiddling the keys as you approached her.

“Marge, is everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I just wanted to give you this.” She handed you another rose, this one was also dyed purple. You smiled awkwardly and took it from her. 

“What is this?”

“A rose. Jeez, you call yourself a florist.” You laughed and opened the door. She walked inside, and started fiddling with the flowers, even though she wasn’t supposed to be working.

“I know it’s a rose, Marge. Why are you giving this to me?”

“Well, you said we should do deliveries, I’m delivering.”

“From who?” you asked.

“You’re not the police, you know I don’t have to tell you.” You sighed and she grinned.

“Well if you’re not gonna tell me, you can at least help me unpack the truck.”

“Hey, it’s my day off,” she said, walking towards the door. As the door rang you rolled your eyes, looking back down at the flower. You knew it probably wasn’t from the same man, but something about it being the exact same flower gave you some hope.


A month went by, and you came into work to finish up one of your orders. Pulling up the form that Marge had filled out, you started searching around for fresh baby’s breath. By the time you had finished the bouquet of purple roses, lilacs, and baby’s breath, you realized that it was five minutes before the order was due. 

Wrapping it in plastic wrap, and tying it off with a purple ribbon, you walked towards the front of the store. As you opened the door blocking off the work room from the sales floor, the door jingled again and your breath caught in your throat.

The same man from Valentine’s Day was standing at the door. He was wearing a blue suit today, and was staring at you, too. Marge looked between you two so much so that you eventually shot her a look. You set the bouquet back on the counter, and walked towards the man.

“Welcome back,” you said. He smiled and nodded. “Is that your order.”

“It is, actually.”

“For your mother, right?” you asked. 

“Yep. She loved the one you made for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Awesome. Well, they’re all set,” you said, walking back towards the register. Marge was leaning over the counter, smiling widely at you. You started pricing the flowers, but her staring was distracting. “I think that order of tulips is here,” you said. “Why don’t you go unpack them?”

“They’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she said. You clenched your teeth and stared back at her. 

“Go unpack them,” you said. She sighed and winked at the man before she walked off. He laughed a little and you felt your nerves relax just a little. “Sorry about her.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled and finished his total and told him what it was. He paid in silence as you awkwardly stared at the sun gleaming through the window. “What’s your name?” he asked suddenly. You looked up and thought that he looked just a little bit nervous, too.

“Y/N.”

“Rafael,” he said, holding out his hand. You shook it and tried not to beam. “This is for you,” he said, pulling out another purple rose. 

“You really don’t have to do this,” you said, trying to hand it back. 

“I want to. Soon you’ll have a dozen.”

“Maybe, but they’ll all be dead.” He laughed silly, as if he just realized how ridiculous his plan was. 

“You’re right. Well, then I’d like to place another order.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I need a dozen pale purple roses for a first date I’m going on,” he said. You frowned and nodded. 

“Of course. What do you want the tag to say?”

“To Y/N,” he said. You looked up and he smiled. “Only if you want to go, of course.” You smirked and blushed a bit.

“You’re going to make me work for a date?” He nodded his head to the sigh and you laughed. “Alright, when should I have this order done by?” you asked.

“How about Friday?”

“How about Saturday,” you said. “Six o’clock?”

“Sure.”

“They’ll be done by then,” you said. He grinned and nodded.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I’ll be here on Saturday to pick up my order. See you then.” He walked towards the door, and he was well down the street when you realized that he had still left a rose for you. 

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9th Doctor

You were at work when everybody around you started gathering around being curious you walked over to see what all the commotion was about only to find the gathered around the TARDIS.

You made your way through the small crowd to see a man ‘Could that be…?’ You thought to yourself.

“(Name)?”

“D-Doctor?”

“Come here (Name)” He walks upto you and wraps his arms around you.

10th Doctor

You were walking back home until someone suddenly grabbed your hand and started running still holding onto your hand making you speed up aswell.

“H-hey!”

“Just keep running or else the cybermen will get us!” As soon as he said cybermen you hurried up.

“Oh god I really hope the Doctor is here”

“Yeah I’m here” you immediately stopped and looked at his new face"

“Doctor?”

“(Name)?”

*pulls you into a hug*

“My Doctor!”

“My (Name)!!”

“Erm I don’t think I wanna get turned into a cybermen so do you have a plan”

“Yes”

11th Doctor

It had been a while since you and the doctor had seen each other and you knew he’d turn up on one of these days

*kock knock*

You made your way to your door and opened it to see a man standing there looking a bit nervous.

“Hello, can I help you”

“Yes. Wait no (Name) it’s me the doctor!” He says with a huge grin.

“Is it really you doctor?”

“Yes it is!”

“Oh my god its really you!”


12th Doctor

Finally after searching for months you had finally found the TARDIS. You approached the blue police box and knocked on the door.

“Doctor!”

Not long after an older looking man opened the door “Who are you?”

“It’s me (Name)!”

“Oh yes (Name)” A smile grew on his face as he remembered

*You pull him into a hug*

“I don’t think I’m a hugging person now”

“I don’t really care”

Sunday Mornings

Jooheon squeezed at your hips as he climbed on top of you to kiss you good morning. You grunted, Pushing him off of you, “what?!” Your voice was full of sleep, and just as ornery as intended.

“Aish,” he hissed, “Jagi you’re so grumpy in the morning!” He rolled back over pouting.

You groaned, “Well no shit Jooheon, I just woke up.” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and giggled at his pouting face.

He smiled, and kissed you again. “Want me to make us breakfast?” You nodded, and as soon as he jumped out of bed you rolled over to go back to sleep.

Almost as soon as you had started to drift back to sleep Jooheon returned holding two bowls. You sat up, thinking there was no way you had even fallen back to sleep yet. Had you? Jooheon handed you a bowl, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Fruit loops, Pabo?! I could have made this myself!”

Jooheon gasped dramatically. “Y/N! I put a lot of hard work and effort in to this breakfast! How can you be so ungrateful?!” He shoved a spoonful of Fruit Loops into his mouth, and continued to lecture you with his mouth full. “I just wanted to do something nice for you, but I guess I will just eat both bowls of cereal, and you can be on your own!” He muttered with full cheeks.

You giggled and smacked his chest before handing the bowl back to him. “Can I have a do-over?” You asked, with your best pout. He rolled his eyes, and handed you your bowl again. “FRUIT LOOPS?!” You exclaimed, “oh babe! You must’ve worked so hard on this magnificent feast! GOSH! I’m so spoiled!”

Jooheon clutched his chest as he spoke, “I’m flattered babe, but nothing is too good for my girl,” he chuckled.

Idk how you guys feel about this and idk how to feel either.
(A fan tweeted Todd asking them to not have Simon date both clary and Maia and that was his response. A few hours later, Cassie replied)

On one hand, what he tweeted was kind of a subtweet to her and the books and I’m sure he could have worded it differently.
On the other hand, as someone who likes the show better than the books, I’m not mad about it. Why are you getting mad about the fact that: one he called you out for giving Simon a terrible plot and have him cheat (which by the way isn’t a “mistake” that’s downright disrespectful and you don’t do that to anyone. Man or woman.) and he simply said that the show isn’t going to fully follow the book.

And if she’s getting mad over a fucking tweet, she could have just DMed him instead of being petty as fuck. I understand those are your books he lowkey called out and that there would be no show without the books, but you’re both fucking adults! Solve whatever conflict you have privately!

There’s already such an annoying divide between the book fans and show fans and this just made it worse, from looking at the comments on twitter.

Reaction #17 “First Kiss”

Wishes Note: squeal reaction to reaction #13: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongdae, & Sehun; squeal reaction to Reaction #9 & Reaction #6: Jongin, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, Minseok


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Baekhyun

Baekhyun rolled over in his bed, the image of you sitting there on the college campus park bench etched in his mind.  He thought of how you waved to him, one of his closest friends, as if nothing was wrong.  That you were still with him, still beside him.  As he walked over, he remembered thinking how he just wanted to kiss you.  How everything would turn out alright, like that he could never lose you.  So as clear as day, he walked over, took the book that you were reading from your hands and kissed you.  The softness of your lips on his was what still engraved in his mind.  The way he felt you smile into the kiss.  How happy he was.  But unfortunately for him, this was a dream and when he pulled back it wasn’t daylight, you two weren’t on a park bench, and she wasn’t anywhere close to you.  The women how were kissing was the women that ruined everything.   He had doubts about the relationship for the first time, and she knew it.  Now he saw you, standing in the doorway, tears running down your face as he tried to get the wretched woman away.  

“___!”  He yelled as baekhyun no matter how hard he run couldn’t reach you.  “___!”  He slammed into the now closed door that wouldn’t open as he struggled against the wood, he suddenly shot his eyes open, finding himself sweating in bed.  His alarm waking him, the place where you had once been, empty and bare.  Sighing he tired to remember how happy you were the first day, with the first kiss.  

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Chanyeol

Chanyeol walked into his shared apartment with Yixing.  Yixing currently had his arm wrapped around you as you were crying into a blanket.  Fury and jealousy overtook him as he threw his keys down with his backpack.  Yixing turned his head as he smiled at his friend.  Chanyeol ran over as Yixing’s smile quickly went away when he saw Chanyeol’s eyes, reading the jealously off of him.  

“What’s wrong ___, did something happen?”  He asked, taking your hands in his.  You laughed through your tears as you nodded.  

“We were watching eight below.  One of the dogs just died.”  Yixing pointed to the frozen movie screen.  

“Why, why would you do this to me Oppa?”  You exclaimed, hitting Yixing who gave out a laugh.  Chanyeol let out a sigh as he sat on the couch next to you, pulling you from under Yixing’s arm into his own.  

“Here, cry on me, Yixing doesn’t like it when his shirt gets wet.”  Chanyeol  stated with a little more spit than what he had initially intended.  “Yixing rolled his eyes as he stood up, grabbing the popcorn bowl.  

“I’ll get more snacks.”  He shuffled into the kitchen as Chanyeol raised your chin to look at him.  

“Please stop crying, I hate it when you do that.”  

“But Chan!  The dog, he just…he was okay a couple of minutes ago.”  You whined as Chanyeol kissed you out of instinct, a reassurance one.  Both of you froze when you realized what happened.

“Why did you do that?”  You whispered as he whipped a tear away from your now dry eyes.  

“Because…Because I wanted you to stop crying.”  He whispered back, as he kissed you once more.  You sighed into the kiss as Chanyeol heard Yixing returning, quickly pulled away, still not letting out of his grasp.    

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Jong-dae

You stood outside of the pub after contemplating about going in.  Since the last time you saw everyone, you had lost a bunch of weight and looked great as you wore a simple black dress.  You fiddled with your clutch as you were tempted to walk away, but then quickly turned and saw Kim Ya-ra, one of the hottest girls in high school come around the corner.  She smiled as she saw you, her two minions best friends followed closely behind her.  Her family was extremely well off, while yours was, but mostly didn’t include you in the picture.  Smiling you gave her a polite bow as she barely returned one.  

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t ___.  You’ve lost weight.”  she raised her eyebrows as she looked at your choice of shoes.  You didn’t have that much time to change from the closing the shop, and was hoping you were arriving late.  You nodded your head as she quickly gave you another once over, deeming you something in her mind.  

“And contacts!”  One of her minions stated as you subconsciously felt like the loser in high school once more.  

“Yeah, I kept losing them, so I got lasik.”  You looked around to see if anyone, anyone else was coming.  

“They’re probably all in there, I never would have thought you would be at one of these things.” she raised her eyebrows as you nodded.

“Yeah, well, Jong-dae stopped by my shop and told me about it, and I thought-”  

“How sweet of him.  Still helping out the less fortunate I see.” She teased a sly smile on her face.  “Didn’t you use to have an insane crush on him in High School.”  You felt yourself begin to recede back into your high school ways as she eyed you.

“No, it’s not…”

“Yes!  She got locked in a bathroom stall because the leader of his fan club found out.  That one and only time he ever spoke to you.”  Her minon number 2 spoke up.  You felt your phone vibrate as you looked at it.  It was one of your employees calling off work tomorrow.  

“Oh, sorry, Something came up at my shop, I have to go.  It was…not as pleasant as I hoped to see you again.”  Walking around them, you stopped walking when you saw Jong-dae standing there, mouth slightly a gapped.  You felt your cheeks grow pink as you quickly bowed and walked away, leaving behind the past you thought you ran from.  

“___!”  You heard your name called as you quickly turned a corner ducking behind one of the shop doors.  Tears catching in your eyes as you saw Jong-dae run past the shop, oblivious to you hiding.  When you realized he was gone, you started to walk back to your shop, your apartment just above it.  Keys dangling in your hand as the cat keychain swung beneath it.  

“___.”  His voice rang through your ears as you looked up to see Jong-dae standing there.  

“Sorry, I had an emergency.”  You spoke, as he eyed the vacant shop.  “My cat.”  You said, looking at the window you’re perfectly fine cat was sitting in the shop window, gave a meow.  “Is going to die tonight.”  You mumbled as you glared at the feline.  

“Is it true?”  

“What true?”  you asked fiddling with the keys.  You wanted to run and hide in your blankets with the stupid cat, but he was standing in the doorway.

“That, I’m the reason you got locked in the bathroom stall?”  

“I got locked in the bathroom stall because of immature adolescents who couldn’t deal with the fact that their feelings wouldn’t be returned.  That bitch got rejected by you three times before that incident and just seeing you help out any girl would have been locked in the stall.”  You walked past him trying to open the door, his hand quickly shot out gripping your wrist.

“Is it true you liked me?”

“Did you hear the entire conversation?”  You asked as he took a step closer as you backed up.  

“Is it true?”  

“Maybe, what does it matter that was-”  Jongdae placed a hand on your cheek as kissed you.  His lips lingered as you stood there slightly stunned.  

“Sorry, I’ve just wanted to do that at least once in my lifetime.”  You stared wide eyed as you blinked up at him.

“What?”  

“Can I have coffee, I want to discuss something with you.”  He turned the key in the door as he pushed it open.  He walked as you looked at his back stunned.

“Wait, what?!”  You yelled following him in, a smile on his face.           

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you know what i hate is that canon has shown us how on point regina’s reflexes are. robin has first-hand witnessed it. there’s a pretty high chance regina could’ve stopped that crystal or moved out of the way, and robin must have known that, but he still jumps in front of her. no thought about it, he’s just like, “i got good reflexes too, and they say protect regina.”

or even yet, there was thought about it, and he still decides “it’s the wife, take no chances” and dives. what kind of idiot. so pure and full of love. why do i do this to myself

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Authors Note: This is a Shannon Leto fic requested by @letowolfie . I’m not going to lie, I lived for this request simply because even a peek of dominant Shan makes my knees buckle and my soul scream. Facts. That Hurricane scene….I was like man, who I do I need to murder to be that girl. Lawd. Anywhoooooo. Thanks for the request lovely. XOXO

Trigger Warning: Anger, Smut, Fluff

“Could you maybe write a Shannon one shot where you get in a fight with him over something (it can be whatever, idc) and you try to slap him but he catches your hand and pushes you against a wall and whispers something like “wanna try that again sweetheart” in a sort of threatening but sexy way and it just all ends with smut? I had that scene from hurricane in mind xD” - @letowolfie 

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“I hate that you let her touch you like that,” I hissed at him, eyebrows furrowed.

He stopped his feet behind me, groaning at my words. “And I hate that you don’t trust me.”

“Oh please! Trust? This has nothing to do with trust. Fucking boundaries Shannon! Stop letting these girls touch all over you. You wouldn’t like it if some random guy did that shit to me,” I yelled as I pressed the button of the elevator, eyes never staring into his. 

“Whatever man,” he groaned as he leaned against the stone wall.

“So you are saying that you wouldn’t be upset if some random guy was all over me like that girl was all over you,” I questioned staring into his eyes for any sign of doubt or a lie.

“I wouldn’t care because I know that he doesn’t stand a chance and you know that they don’t,” he growled moving towards me.

“Do I,” I hissed as the door dinged.

“What the fuck are you trying to say,” he demanded, now moving towards me.

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@artsyfalafel told me I should post the fixer upper I wrote for Legends. It’s not what is canonly going to happen, based on next weeks trailer, but I felt the need to write something so I could stop being angry. 


Amaya found Ray in Mick’s room, sitting on an overturned hamper and cradling some type of futuristic (to her) gun in his hands, turning it over forlornly. He didn’t look up at her, though she knew that he knew she was there.

“We were such idiots,” he muttered, lip curling in distaste, at himself, Amaya realized. “Treating him that way, thinking he was just going to…I don’t know, follow us loyally no matter what? We treated him like shit.”

“Can’t disagree with you there,” Amaya said softly, dragging over a crate and sitting down next to him. “Though I would like to point out that you are the only team member that admitted we all distrusted him.”

Ray frowned harder, fingers tightening on the gun. “That’s the thing. I did trust him. I trusted him enough to be his partner, to take a beating for him in a goddamn Russian gulag. And the worst part is that I still…”

“You still trust him.”

It wasn’t a question, and Ray flinched. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Yeah, I do. He might have started out just a thug and a criminal and an arsonist and a-”

“Ray.”

He offered a thin smile. “Point. He might have been those things…but he’s changed. He got captured, and fucked up, and he’s smart, I know he is, he taught me how to take apart and put this gun back together in less than thirty seconds, and it wasn’t even his.”

“Whose was it?” Amaya asked curiously.

Ray winced, absentmindedly starting to pull apart the cold gun. “Snart’s.”

“The guy who Mick left us for?”

“He wasn’t that nasty when he died,” Ray said, studying the slowly falling apart cold gun. “He died for us. The Legion just got an eviler version of him. Neither of them…”

He trailed off yet again, eyebrows furrowing and jaw tightening as he stared down at the gun. Amaya, mistaking his falter for emotion, reached a hand out and settled it on his knee. “It’s okay. I believe you. Mick is a good guy. I-”

“Look at this.”

Ray ripped a piece of paper from the inner workings of the gun, shoving it into Amaya’s hands and waiting breathlessly while she skimmed it, once, twice, three times, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “This is…”

“A plan,” Ray confirmed, looking over her shoulder to read it again.

Haircut,

Know you’ll find this, you nosy bastard. You fiddle to keep busy.

I’m going with Snart on purpose. We don’t know how the spear works. They won’t trust the rest of you, but to them, I’m a criminal. Not a Legend.

Team’ll probably hate me. S’fine. Not like they don’t already. I expect you to keep quiet about this. The less people know, the better. I’m going to try and bring Amaya with me. If she doesan’t come, fill her in.

I’m gonna figure out this damn stick, get rid of the Legion, and then we’re getting rid of this godawful piece of wood for good.

Don’t touch my shit, and put the gun back together.

Mick.

Amaya glanced at him. “Do we tell them?”

Ray shook his head instantly, folding up the note and tucking it into his breast pocket. “No. We protect him subtly if we fight, but otherwise we don’t do anything unless he says. He understands these guys better than any of us, especially Snart. I trust him.”

A small smile slid over Amaya’s face. “I do too. And it seems he trusts us.”

Ray chuckled fondly, putting the gun back together and setting it aside, cracking his knuckles as he stood back up and offered a hand to Amaya. “Good. Because I’m gonna kill him when he gets back. And then hug him.”

“You’ll be dead before you can lay a finger on him.”

“Probably.”