mick-management

okay @marywisdom I now need a fic of Leonard Snart going to the WestAllen wedding.

  • Technically, he and Mick and Lisa weren’t invited, but that doesn’t matter, he forged an invitation and said that Barry’s third-removed cousin couldn’t make it, so he told them to go and have fun
    • Barry pulls Len aside and begs him not to ruin the wedding and Len is so offended
      • “As if I would ruin Iris’ special day, Barry. What kind of person do you think I am?”
  • Len and Mick in matching tuxes with little fire and ice lapel pins, Lisa in a gorgeous gold dress with matching jewelry
  • Lisa takes so many pictures at this wedding, so many. Of the bride and groom, the families, the reception, the cake (the cake has a glamor shot)
    • Also, she winked at Cisco from where he was standing with the grooms and there’s a great picture of him blushing.
    • She sat next to him during the reception
    • They danced together
  • Len and Mick are food snobs, you can’t tell me otherwise, especially Mick, and they manage to smuggle out three trays of hors d’oeuvres for later because that catering was damn good.
    • also they each got an extra piece of cake
      • “good job on finally tying the knot,” mick says, frosting in his teeth as he slaps Barry on the shoulder.
  • LEONARD SNART GIVES A TOAST TO BARRY AND IRIS
    • everyone’s slightly nervous and on edge because oh god
    • but it’s such a - nice - speech?
    • he mentions how Iris is the perfect person to balance out Barry, how she doesn’t take any shit and always finds a way to get things done regardless of the pressure on her head.
    • and that Barry is a good person and it rubs off on you whenever you spend too much time around him (”look at me,” he jokes) and that he wishes nothing but the best for both of them
    • and just when everyone starts tearing up he narrows his eyes and sends Barry a sneaky glare
      • “You better not screw this up, Barry, I’m only giving you one warning, or you’ll get frostbite in places where you really don’t want it. Iris, you call me if he messes up. Mazel tov.”
  • When Barry and Iris open wedding gifts later, they find an envelope with literally four thousand dollars in unmarked, non sequential hundred dollar bills with the note “don’t spend it all in one place ;)”
      • “p.s. don’t bother dusting for prints ;)”
    • Lisa gave Iris a beautiful gold necklace that has a huge amber crystal pendant. Iris’s thank-you note thanked her for the gift and let her know that she was sorry she had to return it to the museum.

Wishlist item for season 3, Legends of Tomorrow:

For reasons that don’t need explaining at this juncture, all of the Legends have to fake British accents.  Jax is the best at it, of course.  Amaya too.  But after that, we just get a succession of bad after worse, causing poor Rip physical pain with each attempt.

Either Sara or Mick actually manage to reduce the poor man to tears.

Don’t Stop

Pairing: Mick x Reader

Word Count: 1963

Warnings: Smut, cursing, smut

Notes: This was a request sent to me by the beautiful @wayward-mirage . I may have tweaked it a little but I am VERY happy with how it turned out! Hope you all like it, dirty birdies ;) xox

Request: What if Mick is living at the bunker and him and the reader research a lot together so they spend time together and are slowly building a fluffy relationship and she comes home early one night to find him pleasuring himself and hears him say her name. The next day shes really flustered around him and when she finally admits why they end up having sex and confessing feelings


Huffing, you closed the huge book you were reading and shoved it onto the desks. Mick lifted a brow and looked up from the heavy book on his lap, his jaw tensing as he watched you unzip your jacket and shrug it off, tossing it across the library.

“You alright, Y/N?” he queried, trying not to let his mind wander as he took in all of the curves your tank top was accentuating.

“It’s too fucking hot in this bunker,” you huffed in annoyance. “And I’m fed up of researching all the time whilst the boys get to go out on another hunt without us!”

It was the fourth hunt in the last two months where Sam and Dean had left the two of you behind, stressing that it was “more important” for you and Mick to hang back and research. Mick was all for it, preferring that to being out on the field; it was what he was used to after the British Men of Letters; but you were getting frustrated. And it was the height of summer and the bunker was boiling. You would have happily walked around in nothing if you’d been here alone, though you knew Mick wouldn’t have minded.

The thought made you smirk and you stood, pulling off your tank top as you walked to the door.

“Wha…what are you doing?!” Mick managed to choke, his pants becoming tight as he tried to tear his gaze away, though it wasn’t easy.

“I’m gonna go take a cold shower,” you replied innocently, pushing down your shorts and leaving you in just your black bra and panties. “It might wake me up a bit… unless you can think of another way to wake me up…”

His mouth fell open and you laughed, winking at him as you left the room and made your way to the bathroom. You’d been crushing on Mick since you’d first met him at the Brit’s compound and, since Mick had moved in with you and the Winchesters, you’d realised the feeling was mutual, even if neither of you had done anything about it… yet.


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Not Your Babe

A/N: So I love Snart! He’s wonderfully sassy haha. Hope you like it :)

Request: Would you be willing to do a Leonard Snart X Reader fic? One where the reader is a part of team flash and can control the elements, but she’s recruited by Rip Hunter and constantly flirts back and forth with Snart?

Word Count: 1032

Originally posted by vane-dde

Climbing upon the wave rider was like jumping into a science fiction novel, though everything in Central City lately had been a little out of the oridnary. I mean I was working with team Flash to fight mayhem causing metas and chaos causing criminals. Yeah, definitely not normal. But this was something else entirely. This was space travel, and time travel, with time masters and saving the universe and things I only believed happened in Doctor Who episodes.

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High School Sucks

Title: High School Sucks

Pairing: Mick Davies x reader

Word Count: 1,671

Warnings: floofy fluff

Summary: Your somewhat dreadful high school reunion comes up but a stubborn Mick decides to tag along.

A/N: aaaAAAHHH. I’ve only written two Mick fics now and they’re so cheesy; I cannot help myself. I’m gonna be so busy with my SAT prep (hence, high school sucking) so I can’t promise anything new soon, but enjoyyyyy!

This was also for @faith-in-dean’s BMOL Writing Challenge and I had the prompts “Please stop getting my hopes up. Just stop.” and “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal.”

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“Hey guys?” you called out, watching your step for cracks in the bunker floor as your were wearing heels tonight.

“Y/N?” replied a thick British accent. “The Winchesters have gone to the next state for a werewol— oh wow… you look great.”

When Mick turned the corner, he was surprised to see the usually casual hunter in beautiful evening wear.

“Hi Mick. Thanks,” you said diverting your gaze away from your crush.

“W-what’s the occasion?” Mick asked, shoving his hands into his pockets, stuttering. He was still in shock at how more pretty you could get.

“I’ve got a stupid high school reunion I gotta go to,” you sighed. “My friends are dragging me along. I’m only going because they promised me they’d buy me dinner.”

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Legends crew on the Titanic. Len and Mick obnoxiously recreating scenes from the movie while everyone else is focused on the mission. Len actually getting handcuffed to something while the ship is sinking, and Mick rescuing him (Len pointing out that that means Mick is Rose, Mick reminding Len that Jack dies).

Rip congratulating the team on not completely altering history, only for Len to empty his pockets that have everything from jewelry to the dining room silverware. (Len pointing out that most of the items previous owners aren’t going to know the difference between him having them and them being on the ocean floor) Mick somehow managed to steal a violin (everyone is very impressed, Rip turns a fun shade of purple and doesn’t say anything to anyone for several days)

aiu483q  asked:

Do you remember why Jalum Grifter was made a legend? I didn't even realize there was a legendary creature aside from Timmy in the set before today.

Because it was a reference to a specific person - former R&D Brand Manager Joel Mick, the same person Jalum Tome (his initials are J.L.M.) was named after.

Fireworks

Just a little Captain Canary drabble in honor of the holiday.


               “Where are we going Len?” Sara laughs, one hand before her as she walks with her eyes closed.

               “Almost there,” he chuckles, hands at her waist as he guides her up the hill. Grip easing when they reach the top. “Alright, you can open them.”

               “Len,” she looks around the small overlook, a blanket and small picnic basket resting before her. “It’s beautiful,” she steps forward, looking to where the lights of Central City twinkle before them.

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aerialsquid  asked:

Cold/Flash/Wave, Barry and Len trying to fuss over Mick? (Take him out to dinner, get him nice things which are on fire, sex, not sex, basically something that's taking care of him emotionally but isn't so saccharine that it's OOC).

“Hey, Barry!” Cisco called. “We have a hit – looks like a Cold Gun activation.  It’s in a warehouse down by Stevenson and Madison.”

“On it!” Barry sped out the door.  The cold gun signature hadn’t gone off in a while, even though Barry knew for a (personal) fact that Len was in town.  That meant that Len had figured out a way to avoid Cisco’s detection system and was deliberately not using it now. Or maybe he hadn’t had a chance to use the gun? (Like that was likely – Len was the sort of person to use the gun to make his trips to the kitchen in the morning more interesting, and Barry could state this for a definitive fact.)  So maybe –

Barry skidded into the warehouse in question, questions unresolved. Len was perched on a barrel, contemplating…okay, Barry had no idea what that used to be, but it was currently a giant icicle.

Barry blinked. “Uh. Captain Cold?” he tried.

Len turned and arched an eyebrow at him.

Oh. So it was that sort of meeting. Barry reached up to his comm, saying “Hey, looks like a false alarm. There’s a giant icicle, but no one else.  I’m going to head home; talk tomorrow?”

“Sounds good.” Cisco’s voice buzzed through the comm. “Later, man!”

Barry clicked it off and pushed off his cowl, turning to smile back at his boyfriend. “Hey, Len.”

Len didn’t smile back.

“Len? What’s up?” Barry sped over, careful not to go into Len’s blind spot or to touch him. Len had gotten much better about Barry’s tendency to want to touch all the time, but that was when he was in a good mood. “Tell me.”

“Mick’s having a bad day,” Len finally said. “Everything’s bothering him, and he’s just itching to get into it with one of us.”

Barry nodded. They’d warned him, when he’d started out with them, that they both had bad days occasionally.  Just bad moods that wouldn’t end, where Len retreated further and further into himself until he couldn’t be reached by anyone yet hated to be alone, or where Mick alternated between lashing out at everyone and everything without cause and a dull listlessness that couldn’t be roused.  Barry got it, had told them about the days where he wanted to run and run and run until his legs burned and everything hurt just to make everything stop and how they could help him deal with those days.  Len had had a few instances so far and it had been tough, but they’d gotten through it.

Mick, though, this was the first one that he wasn’t able to handle on his own using his usual fire- and violence-related stress outlets.  Barry had no doubt they’d get through this one, too.  (Seriously, even with the criminal antics, this was easily the best relationship he’d been in yet.  Actually, the cops and robbers thing was kind of fun, not that he would admit that.)

“What do we do?”

Len shrugged. “Try to cheer him up, mostly, and don’t take anything he says personally.  I had a couple of ideas, but I’ll take anything you’ve got.”

“Well, it’s Thursday; I’ve got work tomorrow, but after that I can free up my weekend,” Barry offered.

Len nodded and started to lay out his plans.  

They started out  small, still pretending that they hadn’t noticed that Mick’s in an incredibly grumpy mood.  Len coaxes him out to one of their favorite bars on Friday on the basis that Barry’s already there and waiting, but when the inevitable bar fight breaks out (Barry has an underrated talent for starting shit, he discovers, which may explain more of his career as the Flash than he’d like), Mick doesn’t jump into it with his usual gusto.  Sure, he knocks one or two heads together, but only when they wander into his path.

Barry digs around in STAR Labs’ storeroom – the one he private nicknamed “Cisco’s Secret Room of Fail” because seriously, does Cisco honestly expect them to believe everything he tries to invent works on the first try? Barry is so onto him – and manages to dig up something appropriately mechanical and scary-looking.  He has no idea what it does, but he’s pretty sure Mick will be able to waste hours trying to figure it out.  Mick does get interested, which raises Barry’s hopes, but ends up putting it to the side.  (Len takes one look at it and swears it’s a toaster.  Barry points out that that conclusion makes no logical sense whatsoever based on its appearance.  Len points out that this is Cisco they’re talking about. Mick spends the rest of the evening smirking at them as they bicker over it, which Barry counts as a, like, half-point of success.)

They team up on the next one.  Barry zips a nice barbeque unit over to their roof (it’s not stealing, he’s going to return it, Len needs to stop making comments about corrupting him because it’s not like he’s some sweet innocent puppy dog unicorn, okay? Stop it!) and Len manages to acquire a startlingly large amount of meat.  Mick spends the next few hours blissfully making enough delicious, delicious BBQ that even Barry feels like he can’t move for the next few hours.  Barry isn’t sure if Mick felt better for it, but they are definitely doing that again. So. Good.  Mick even manages to serve out a perfect collection of well-done (Mick), medium (Barry), and “I think that’s still mooing” (Len).  Barry is totally going to make Mick do the food for the inevitable “hey, guess who I’ve been dating!” intro to Joe and Iris – the Wests have always been very, very forgiving when faced with a set of ribs so tender and juicy that the meat drips off the bone if you so much as wave a fork near it.

Of course, there’s always fire, Mick’s favorite pastime.  But Barry can’t think of a way to let Mick use his gun (love of his life, with Len and Barry making up a tolerable second place) without him also having to, you know, stop him.  He is the Flash, after all.  Barry is starting to worry that he’ll have to dig up some metahuman threat that requires Len and Mick to come in, guns literally blazing, to help as allies when Len asks him if he could use his access to City Hall to put some paperwork through.  When Barry sees what type of paperwork, he nearly dies laughing, and agrees.

Mick is dragged, very reluctantly, to the oldest, crappiest-looking warehouse on the far side of the harbor.  “I know what you two are trying to do,” he informs them. “It ain’t gonna work. I’m not a six year old you can distract with shiny objects.”

“Who are you trying to kid, Mick?” Len drawled. “You’re exactly that. Your shiny object is just a little more flammable than the next six year old.”

Mick looks intrigued. “I thought our little spark of lightning here said lighting fires in city limits was a no-go.”

“Len found a go-around,” Barry volunteered.  “And this,” he gestured to the warehouse. “Is it.”

Mick looked at the warehouse interestedly.  It was full of old furniture – very flammable – and some metal crates – less flammable initially, but if he turned his gun onto them they’d make a real pretty light – plus a number of other knick-knacks.  “What’s the catch?” he asked. “You going to put it out the minute I start it?”

“No catch,” Barry assured him. “The Flash is only required to stop criminal acts.”

Mick turned and stared at his two grinning boyfriends. “And this isn’t criminal?” he asked doubtfully.

Barry pulled out the piece of paper he’d gotten officially stamped. “Nope.  Len here submitted the lowest bid for the demolition of a long-lasting eyesore cluttering up Central’s dockside district.  So it’s totally 100% legal for you to do anything you want with the place, as long as it’s totally destroyed by the end of it.”

“Best of all,” Len added. “The city’s paying us for the privilege.  By the hour, so, you know, take your time.”

They both watched as Mick fought with himself, the sheer glee at the idea winning out over the lingering sulk he’d been stuck in until he was grinning like a maniac. 

“Okay, fine,” he conceded, wrapping an arm around each of them. “I admit it. I’m six. Now tell me you guys remembered to bring accelerant.”

“I couldn’t figure out which type you’d like,” Barry confessed. “So I got, like, six different varieties.  I figured we could try a different one on each side of the building?”

Mick laughed.

{{Lisa might be in trouble if Mick manages to break out, which Snart doesn’t doubt he’s capable of, and so Captain Cold uses his “Phone a Friend” option to secure some back-up in 2016. Short and drabble-y.}}

Leonard Snart had learned, within the first few days on the Waverider, that Gideon was able to contact the Flash, even through time (something she could do, as Barry had created her). Leonard had never needed to give it an actual test run before, but now he was sat on a chair, legs hanging over the armrests, muttering to Gideon to “Call Barry Allen.” A sound like a phone ringing emitted from the device in his hands (something similar to a cellphone, but needing a supercomputer to operate) for a minute or two before the line crackled and a voice appeared on the other end.

“Hello? Who is this?” Barry Allen. It almost felt good to hear the kid’s voice again. It was so… Familiar. So 2016.

“I need a favour.” Leonard drawled into the phone, his eyes slanting slightly.

“Snart?” Barry was stuck somewhere between disbelief and irritated. “What- I-”

“You owe me, remember? For telling you about Mardon and the Trickster?”

“Well, yeah, but I thought that was more like a high-five or I’d buy you a hot chocolate or something.”

“Are you trying to ask me on a date, Barry Allen?” Leonard could practically hear the blush on Barry’s cheeks as he sputtered into the phone, stuttering “n-n-no, that’s not… that’s not what I…” all the while drawing a deep chuckle from Leonard. “Calm down, kid. The favour’s not really for me. It’s for Lisa.”

The line was silent for a few moments. “What’s up with Lisa?” He finally asked, as Leonard knew he would, because he couldn’t resist the urge to help someone.

“I need you to check in on her every once in awhile. Make sure she’s safe.”

“Is there a reason she wouldn’t be?”

“We ran into… Some trouble with one of the team. I want to make sure Lisa has some backup if he reappears in 2016 with a desire for vengeance.”

“Heatwave?” Leonard didn’t answer, just clutched the speaker in his hand tighter. The line was silent for a few moments before Barry’s voice finally came across again. “Snart, I’m sorry…” He whispered.

“That makes two of us.” Leonard whispered back, barely audible. “I hope you’re not growing even softer on me, Scarlet.” He drawled back and heard a muffled sort of laugh from Barry. “Mick’s made some promises I’d prefer he didn’t keep. And if ever there’s a time I’m, well, stuck-in, I’d like to make sure Lisa has some back-up.”

“I don’t really think she needs it.” Barry offered, grinning.

“She doesn’t.” Leonard agreed. “But you know how warm and fuzzy I am inside.” He retorted, once again getting a laugh out of Barry.

“Okay. I’ll keep an eye for Lisa, that’s one of Cisco’s favorite jobs anyway.” Leonard Snart sighed heavily into the phone, and once again Barry laughed. It was almost contagious. “This isn’t for breaking into my house on Christmas, though. This is because you’re off saving the world, being the good guy. I still owe you a hot chocolate for Christmas.” Leonard let out another low chuckle, rolling his eyes.

The line was silent again for a moment, before Leonard’s eyes closed as he contemplated his next sentence. 

“Thank you, Barry.”

“You’re welcome, Leonard.”

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AU where Mick Rory managed to make a friend during his time as Chronos, when the Time Masters sent him after a target and it turned out another bounty hunter with different employers was also looking for the guy. They ended up doing a team-up. It was great.

AKA that time when Lobo decided to drop in on his buddy Mick…

WaveAtom Headcanon Soulmate!AU

@2angelsmommy Do you think you could possibly do a soulmate AU? Like the one where your soulmates name appears on your body when you turn 16. Mick gets his but its covered by his scars so he doesn’t know that its Ray until he gets on the Waverider and they touch and it flares up. Then Ray is like ‘Oh, there you are.’

(ok, so from what I understand we have to change the CW canon just a bit, but well… who says we can’t :) ) 

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Before the fire, Mick hears a lot about the mark. He hears that it can point you towards the person that you’re meant to be with. He hears that a lot of time people don’t even meet their soulmate. He hears that sometimes the soulmate thing doesn’t work out. 

He sees that non soulmate bonds don’t work out always either. He wonders if the arguments that his parents have would be different if there was a soul bond between them. He wonders if there would be less slaps his mother would have to go through. He wonders if there would be less broken dishes. 

It doesn’t really matter, it doesn’t really change anything. 

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note: just something short and sweet for my Rogue Canary friends…

“What are you two doing?” asked Leonard. He’d been looking for them for a good twenty minutes. He’d left his room and had searched Mick’s room to find it empty, then Sara’s, and then the mess. This ship wasn’t that damn big so he’d circled back. “Having a sleepover?”

Sara looked up from the work she’d already done. She was sitting cross-legged on Mick’s bed with his arm draped over her lap.Scattered across the sheets were a multitude of markers in many different colors. Mick managed to tear his gaze away from his lighter (which he was holding in his free hand) to look at Leonard and give him an answer. 

“I’m letting her draw on me.”

“Why?” asked Leonard, curious. Mick, like him, wasn’t much for casual touching. Yet, here he was. 

“She asked.”

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  • psychic: *reads my mind*
  • my mind: Walk the Moon (often stylized as WALK THE MOON) is an American indie rock band based in Cincinnati, Ohio. Lead singer Nicholas Petricca started the band in 2008 while a student at Kenyon College and went through several member changes before finally coming together with current members Kevin Ray, Sean Waugaman, and Eli Maiman in 2010.[3] The band's name is derived from the song "Walking on the Moon" by The Police.[4] The group independently released their debut album, I Want! I Want!, in November 2010, receiving airplay for the track "Anna Sun" on multiple Alternative radio stations.[5] In February 2011, Walk the Moon signed with Mick Management. They signed to RCA Records and released their first major label album, their second overall, the self-titled Walk the Moon, in June 2012.[6] It is composed of many of their original tracks from I Want! I Want! as well as new tracks that were written specifically for the album and were meant to reflect the kind of energy the band produced in their live shows.[7] In December 2014, the band released their second major-label studio album, Talking Is Hard. This album includes their biggest hit to date, "Shut Up and Dance," which has so far charted at number 4 on the Billboard Hot 100 and reached number 1 on Billboard's Rock Songs chart and Billboard's Alternative Songs chart.
  • psychic: whAt tHe Fuck

anonymous asked:

Hey so, for the platonic thing, I was wondering if you could do Leonard, Mick, and Jax? Because I love the Rogues with precious Jax and he needs more love anyways

And another anon asked: Leonard and Mick for the platonic ask thing please :)

…so I’m just gonna compile both of these into one for the sake of avoiding redundancy.

  • Who offers to get rid of the evidence and body whenever the other starts complaining about someone: From most to least likely, it would be Mick, Leonard, and Jax. Shocking, right?
  • Who shows up at the other’s house with food and movies when the other is having a bad day: Professional Older Brother Leonard Snart to the rescue, ya’ll. And yes, obviously that even applies to people like Mick who are technically older than him.
  • Who sends the other tons of videos/phone game requests: Okay so OBVIOUSLY the BuzzFeed equivalent in the Flarrowverse would make a killing on superheroes, right? So there are probably a bunch of articles like “Are You More Captain Cold or Heat Wave?” “Which of the Flash’s Rogues Should You Actually Date?” “A Definitive Ranking of the Best Supervillain Asses”. Jax finds these hilarious and sends them all to Len and Mick.  
  • Who glares at the other til they sit down and eat: Len usually doesn’t have to do this with Jax, because the kid really likes food, but Mick A.) goes awhile without eating at times and B.) gets cranky when he forgets to eat. You know in Lisa’s first episode, when she distracts Mick from Cisco and his brother by offering to go get food? That’s a classic Snart Family Mick Management maneuver.
  • Who stands behind the other and signals to the person arguing with their friend that if the person hurts their friend then they will hunt the person down: Just… don’t start any form of argument with Jax while Len or Mick are around, okay? God forbid it’s both. Although I’m cracking up imagining how proud Jax would look, thinking he’d won the argument, only to turn around, see these two, and immediately deflate because “It doesn’t count as winning if you two were back there making the murder eyes!”  
  • Who starts the war on stealing food from the other: The first time Jax absentmindedly grabbed some of Mick’s fries and didn’t get his hand broken was wen he knew they had really become friends.
  • Who comes up with the bad ideas that they will regret in the morning and who stops them/goes with them to keep them from getting into too much trouble: Look, they might take him out for a museum heist here and there, but Len and Mick are basically Jax’s older brothers and will generally do their damndest to keep him from doing anything stupider than the average level of stupid that most of Rip’s plans are.