#holds and shakes my fav CC

[rhapsoddity]

do you think Eddie ever gets sick of hearing Oli’s voice? <3

#bites oli hE RESPONDED TO THIS ON TWITTER BEFORE MY FIRENDS COULD #like the instant i posted he was there #holds and shakes my fav CC #he does this so regularly i shouldnt be surprised #olieddie beloved #oli theorionsound #theorionsound #empires fanart #empires smp

[nuevialnst]

haiii saw that requests were open so could i get a fic where ellie comforts her gf after a nightmare with sex? :3

UHHH…… 😳

This has got to be my favorite request although there is many more favs. I just had to add strap queen ellie bc its the best way to comfort the reader, so I hope you enjoy the little sessions in this ;)

nsfw. Ellie Williams. [Cc. 62k]

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this and thank you for requesting!

You’re breathing heavily as if you took a heavy hit, but you were running for your life in the most unforgettable dream ever where ellie was gone she wasn’t with you anymore, wasn’t there to protect you in such a cruel world where nobody you knew or loved was there. It was supposed to be a dream, yet it was a nightmare. Jolting up in bed, your heart pounded like crazy and the air felt heavy on your lungs. You tried to take a deep breath, but it came out as a shaky inhale. It hurt to inhale and exhale at the same time; you couldn’t breathe in and out as easy, so you just closed your eyes and tried again. It still didn’t work. Ellie woke up a few minutes later to you having a whole panic attack and crying your eyes out. She immediately wrapped her arms around you, held you close and rocked side to side.

Your body shuddered as you cried, and you buried your face into her neck trying not to make any noise. Ellie stroked your back soothingly, whispering words of encouragement until eventually, the tremors stopped and your breaths evened out. “It’s okay, babe…I’m here.” Ellie spoke quietly as you leaned against her. A couple minutes passed while you composed yourself and you could finally open your eyes to look at her properly.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto her lap, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. She kissed your forehead gently, then your nose, your eyelids “Hey love, do you want to talk about what happened?” she asked softly, rubbing circles into your hip with her thumb. The gesture helped calm you slightly, and you nodded your head against her chest. You told her everything from beginning to end. Everything that had happened, what you had saw from vivid memory of your nightmare. By the end of it all, Ellie had tears streaming down her cheeks and her eyes looked bloodshot. You were still shaking, though. Your voice was soft, raspy, and broken as you finished talking. “Sorry…” you murmured. “You didn’t need to hear this”

“Don’t apologize. I don’t mind at all, Y/N. I can’t believe this happened, sweet girl…” she started, as her eyes met yours. “I am so sorry…” she mumbled, pulling you closer to her. She rubbed your back again as you continued sobbing into her shirt. After a while, your breathing slowed and you felt safe than before.

“I’ll always protect you, baby.” She mumbled reassuringly, kissing the top of your head once more. “I won’t let anything happen to you ever again.”

You pulled back and smiled slightly, wiping your eye with the sleeve of your hoodie. Ellie smiled warmly back, wiping away your remaining tears. She cupped your cheek tenderly. “So beautiful.” She whispered, her voice full of emotion. She leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against yours. For a moment, there was nothing except for you and Ellie’s lips pressed together. Then the kiss got deeper, and Ellie pushed you on your back. “Let me show you how much I love you…” she mumbled, kissing along your jawline and up along your cheek to the corner of your mouth, nuzzling your nose with hers as she went. As your kisses grew heated you moved in her lap, now straddling her legs to get closer to her. She moaned softly, reaching between your legs with one hand and running the fingers of the other along your thigh, lightly scratching your skin. She broke contact momentarily for a minute to reach into your bag, pull out a silicone purple strap-on.

Holding it firmly between her teeth, she guided you off her lap and towards her bedroom floor so she could get closer to you. You both laid against the headboard panting slightly, Ellie leaning over you and putting the inserting inside your pussy. She lubed it up, slowly pushing in until only half of it was in, then slowly easing out again before moving it all the way in. She repeated this several times before sliding the rest of it in. You gripped the sheets beneath you, moaning softly. Ellie placed a finger across your lips. She positioned herself

to where it was easy to quicken her pace. She began thrusting faster, harder, faster, as soon as she found a good rhythm. “Oh fuck yes” she groaned loudly, gripping the headboard beside you so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she reached orgasm, you began coming undone with the force of it all. She took your nippler in her mouth to suck it while continuing to move against you. You whimpered at the sudden change in stimulation, grasping for something to hold onto. Ellie grabbed you by the hips once again and brought you back to the edge of your climax, quickly bringing you back into her and rocking your hips with the speed of a piston.

You came again in waves, moaning louder than you had been doing before, your eyes rolling back into your head as you rode out a final wave and collapsed in her waiting arms after she pulled out. Ellie held you closely, letting your head rest on her chest, holding you like a baby. You both lay like that for a while, taking each other's warmth and comfort, neither wanting to move for fear that you would break whatever magic bubble this moment was built around.

Eventually, Ellie pulled away slightly so that she could look at you, smiling as she brushed some loose strands of hair behind your ear. “Do you feel better after those two rounds?” she asked softly. You nodded in response. Ellie grinned and leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to your lips before sitting up completely.

“Babe, about we go for a late night drive?” Ellie asked, standing up from the bed. You gave her a smile and nodded in agreement. She smiled and offered her hand down to help you stand. She led you out of the room and downstairs and to her car. She opened the passenger door and climbed into the driver’s seat without a word. You did the same, getting in the middle of the front seat with your feet propped up on the dashboard.

Ellie put one of her hands on the steering wheel as she glanced sideways at you, before she placed her free hand on your thigh. She rubbed it gently, feeling you tense up under her touch for a split second before relaxing again. She sighed in content and relaxed as well. This was nice; just two lovers enjoying each others presence in their car, in the dark on a late night drive.

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#ellie williams #the last of us 🏹 #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x fem! reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader #lesbian

[korissideblog]

soooo alot of people really liked my Takao Talking ideas, so i decided to make a fake little fan transcript <3

this is really really short, but it's my first time really going into philosophy without a prompt, so maybe I'll get better as time goes on <3

{hiya!!! I’m @spaceACE✩! (=^-ω-^=)~ }

{I luv luv luv Takao Talking!!! And while Taka has CCs on his videos, I just thought it would be fun to do a transcript for some of my fav videos!!! (=´∇｀=)~ }

{soooo here it is!!! ฅ/ᐠ ‧̫‧ ᐟ\ฅ please like, comment, and enjoy!!!!

(๑✪ᆺ✪๑)~ }

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aki put my camera up really high and now i have to turn it on and off with a broom handle. let’s talk about optimism in the bad times.

[Takao looks directly up at the camera, the camera being at a very very high angle. Takao is a fit, tallish person with lightly tanned skin, curly brown hair, and shiny yellow eyes. He has two sets of horns, one set that holds closely to his skull and goes up at the very end, and another set that does straight out, again going up at the very end. She is wearing a simple black choker, an oversized white t-shirt that says “Of Course I Cum Fast; I Have Fish To Catch!” With an outline of a bass jumping out of a body of water on it, and black biker shorts, as well as black slides. He is holding a broom in his right hand.]

Takao: Ah, alright. I think it’s on now.

Takao: so! I was supposed to be posting a video that had my buddy Aki in it, but apparently someone was “being a nuisance” and someone else would “rather look at me than a camera lens” or whatever.

Takao: he was just being pissy and he put my camera up really high. And hey, that was cool when we were hanging out, sure. We made lunch together and ate it. It was a fun time all around. Problems arise when he leaves my place, and “forgets” to give me my camera back. I have to turn it on and off with this. [Takao swings the broom around a bit]

Takao: So if this video goes out, it means I’ve either grown a few inches, or I’ve invested in a step ladder. Both of these events are equally possible.

Takao: And if this video doesn’t go out, then you know what happened. Except that you don’t know, because this video obviously won’t be out. You guys are smart. Out of all my friends, I’m sure you could guess which one would fuck up my recordings.

Takao: anywho! Since I'm here, forced to keep my chin up, let’s talk about optimism in the bad times.

[Takao drags a settee into frame with a great amount of struggle. Cut to him carrying a small end table over and putting it next to the settee. Cut to him placing a plate of sliced apples on the table, as well as a glass of (sparkling?) water]

Takao: [lounging across the settee] it was Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz who believed that we live in the best of all possible worlds. He based most of his ideas off of the assumed existence of capital ‘g’ God, so that isn’t exactly the most popular idea about optimism that’s currently going around, but it’s what I'm gonna use for today’s video.

Takao: If we live in the best of all possible worlds, how can one explain the mass suffering that we face? One could possibly say that without knowing suffering we wouldn’t know joy, I personally agree with that, but one could also say that suffering is a consequence of the joy that we have. If there is no joy without suffering, then there is no suffering without joy.

Takao: I’ve personally gone through suffering, in many parts of my life, but I’ve also experienced joy. And given the ability to start it all over again, i think i would still suffer unnecessarily in order to be joyful unnecessarily.

Takao: But optimism in the bad times is different. It’s going through suffering and somehow finding something to appreciate, it’s, cutting your finger with a knife, but being alright with it because you can wear your buddy’s merch now. [Takao holds up his hand, and on it is a bandage. It’s a bit blurry, but it looks similar to merchandise that is currently out for pro hero Smokestack]

Takao: it’s not finding joy in suffering, that’s masochism, it’s joy in spite of suffering.

Takao: But I'm sure all of us know how hard it can be to find joy while suffering, so we kinda can skip over that part sometimes. I didn’t find joy in the fact that I could see my reflection in the knife that cut me, but I did find joy in the healing aspect. My suffering was mostly over by the time I got the bandage, but I still put it on because I needed something good to come out of the experience. I was working on healing myself, and that’s where I found joy. [Takao takes one of the apple slices and eats it. She lifts the glass of water, but pauses before he drinks it]

Takao: and hey, I wouldn’t have had the same joy if this bandage wasn’t my buddy’s merch. Maybe I wouldn’t have even put it on! Maybe there’s a timeline where I never met Jetsam, but I still got the same cut, and it got infected and I lost my finger. [Takao takes a sip of the water, and puts it back down] Obviously this is an exaggerated example, but you get my point. There’s a timeline where I didn’t make the friends I have today, and I suffered more because of it.

Takao: It’s hard being your own therapist. [Jiji, an old black cat, walks into frame] That’s why your therapist exists. Humans are social creatures, and will always suffer from loneliness. [Jiji paces in front of the settee till Takao picks him up and puts him on her lap] no matter how uncomfortable it can make us, we need other people. Other people may not be able to stop our suffering, but they can help us get through it, and help us heal afterwards.

Takao: [looking into the lens of the camera] I originally made this channel when I was… you know I was kinda messed up

Takao: Real sick in the head.

Takao: But you know what?

Takao: Van Gogh painted the Starry Night while in drug rehab

Takao: So maybe I’m onto something here

Takao: Maybe good things don’t come from bad things,

Takao: …

Takao; Maybe good things come from healing after bad things.

[The frame fades to black]

[A quick cut back to Takao as he holds the broom, trying and failing to reach the camera without standing up from his settee]

[A quick and startling cut to Takao’s feet as she quickly walks to another room]

[Takao is now wearing different shoes, black boots, and is closing her front door. The dull click of her boots is heard softly]

[Cut to more walking, this time down a sidewalk. The click of his boots more pronounced now]

[Takao’s feet sway side to side as he sits on a subway]

[Takao records a woman in a tight pink dress. The woman is attractive, tall and blonde, but the camera is focused on her bag, large and a matching shade of pink. Out of the bag pops out a tan chihuahua with a pink spiked collar. The subway speaker talks indistinctly]

[More walking down a sidewalk, but at a quickened pace]

[Takao points the camera at a mirror in an elevator, his head is not shown, posing cutely with her leg up and a peace sign]

[More walking down a hallway as Takao finds a door]

[Takao flips through a strangely large ring of keys. Once he finds one with ‘BC’ crudely carved into it, she sticks it into the lock and turns it]

[He opens the door and walks into a living room. A man sitting on a couch looks up. This man is Aki Hiroharu. Hiroharu seems to be watching the news while eating something out of a bowl. Hiroharu looks shocked to see Takao, and may be about to speak, but immediately stops as he goes to cover his face with his arm]

[The camera shakes as Takao throws a step ladder at Hiroharu]

Takao: BITCH ASS-

[There’s a short few shots of the two fighting, clearly playfully, but neither seem willing to lose]

[Someone puts the camera down gently, walking back to the couch and resting their legs onto the open stepladder. The person is a fusion of Haruhiro and Takao, commonly known as Akito by fans. Akito continues to eat as they watch the news.]

[End]

#wow this is alot shorter than it looked on the google doc #slowly feeling less and less confident about this #aito takao #aki hiroharu #bnha oc comeback #Takao Talking #Kori stories

[badluckcllub]

verse | far cry 5 ch | stevie brewin, joseph seed ft. everyone’s (my) fav asshole sam wright lmaoo summary | it only took me about 800 years to write this and it’s nothing but self-indulgent bullshit. 

stevie meets joseph, it’s kinda weird, sam’s an asshole. end scene. xoxo. cc: @egosumdivina for reasons

i. THE FIRST MEETING

The first time she sees Joseph after the helicopter crash she’s coming down from Bliss, sitting against a tree, the assault rifle resting on her lap and only loosely in her grip. Eyes closed, she’s breathing steadily, trying to ride out the high until she’s feeling clear-headed enough to get to the outpost down the road. This isn’t the first time she’s been exposed to the drug, and Stevie has a nagging feeling that it won’t be her last. Faith and her Angels seem to have a fondness and talent for drugging her, but at least she has a talent for managing to stumble away still in one piece.

(The Angels are never quite as lucky.)

It certainly doesn’t help that this whole region is covered in patches of Bliss. It feels impossible to go ten feet without stepping into one of the green clouds and spending the next ten minutes staggering around in search of a place to lay low and ride out the high. Things would probably be a whole lot easier if everyone hadn’t wound up kidnapped by a bunch of religious lunatics – or, in Quinn’s case, gone straight up missing – and she wasn’t alone out here.

A clusterfuck doesn’t even begin to describe what’s going on.

Hope County is a war zone and an isolated one at that. All the surrounding roads out have either been caved in by the mountains or are being guarded with heavy machinery. Trying to leave has become as much of a death trap as staying, and without a way to reach anybody on the outside she’s stuck with the impossible task of trying to clean up this mess herself.

God, she hopes Quinn is out there somewhere and alive. The guilt of letting her come out here when she damn well knows she should have said no would eat her alive if something happened.

Fuck. She can’t keep wasting time like this. High or not, the outpost down the way isn’t going to take itself and the sun is beginning to set. The night provides enough cover for herself and the Peggies, and that slight advantage in their favour is not something she’s willing to hand over. If she can clear it and get the Resistance in there before night falls she’ll be able to sleep soundly tonight.

The dimming sunlight shining through the treetops sparkles in a way that threatens to undo any grip she has on coming down from the Bliss, and getting to her feet proves to be a little more difficult than she anticipated. Despite knowing better, Stevie flips the safety off on the assault rifle and begins to take small, steady steps through the brush, focusing on the rise and fall of her chest instead of the way the world threatens to tilt and spin in her vision.

She shakes her head to clear the fuzz from her mind and raises the rifle a little higher in front of her. She doesn’t get very far before the distinct crack of a foot snapping a branch sounds off like a crack of thunder in the silence. Stevie spins around, beginning to aim the barrel in the direction of the sound, but the world keeps spinning even when she stops.

She stumbles, trips, begins to fall and –

She never hits the ground.

Someone’s sturdy grip catches and rights her before she can ungracefully eat shit in the dirt. For a split second she thinks it’s a member of the Resistance, but it turns out to be quite the opposite.

“Careful, Deputy.”  

She’s only met him once before, but she’d recognize that drawl anywhere. Her heart lurches in her chest and she wrenches herself free more forcefully than necessary because he lets her go without a fight. Odd behaviour coming from someone who knows she wants them brought to justice, but Joseph Seed is pretty fucking weird in general. She can dwell on it later.

Her finger moves to the trigger as she raises the rifle to aim for his chest and she spits, “What are you doing here?” with a slight slur in her voice.

He smiles ever so slightly, knowledge glimmering in his eyes. “I simply want to talk. You can put the gun down.”

“Fuck you.”

The gun aimed at his chest doesn’t seem to phase him in the slightest. “Very well. Will you at least permit me to say what I wish to say?”

She has to admit that she’s curious. It’s a bold move to come out here by himself to talk, and he looks awfully confident that she’s alone and there’s no one lurking in the brush. Has he been watching her? How much does he know about the Resistance’s work? Her grip on the gun tightens, knuckles turning white with the effort. She should get the fuck out of here.

So why does she let him speak?

She remains silent, lips pressed in a thin line of anger just bubbling under the surface, and he takes that as permission to continue. “I wanted to welcome you. Formally.” He takes a step forward, and she can see the purpling of a bruise beginning to fade around his eye. She takes solace in the fact that the crash wasn’t very kind to him either. “I admit, I’ve been praying for someone such as yourself to come to Hope County.”

“Really?” she deadpans. “You want to be taken in? Gee, why didn’t you say so earlier? Could’ve saved me a lot of trouble.” She speaks slow enough to enunciate each word to mask the slight slur in her voice, but something tells her that he knows the Bliss is still running its way through her system, and that’s probably why he decided that now was a good time to have a conversation. Her heart leaps in her chest at the thought of how vulnerable she might actually be right now considering. He doesn’t look armed, but he’s dangerous as hell and she’s still struggling a little to keep her attention focused on reality. For all she knows he didn’t come alone and there could be a gun aimed at the back of her head.

“We both know that’s not what I meant. You see, sometimes one needs an obstacle to overcome before they are ready to fully believe. These people  –  they have no faith. They need to see the work of God for themselves before they realize the truth.

And you, Deputy, are Hope County’s obstacle. You will help these people see the light.”

Her skin runs cold. The conviction in his voice and the leftover Bliss swimming in her head almost makes it enough for her to believe his words. Stevie swallows hard, pressing the gun stock hard into her shoulder as a painful distraction.

“You really buy into your own hype, don’t you?”

Joseph smiles, faint and unnerving. “It is not mine, but God’s.”

She bristles and has to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from snapping at the obvious bait. Her jaw clenches and she exhales her frustration through her teeth. Enough with this religious bullshit. As far as she’s concerned none of this has anything to do with God and everything to do with humans being exceptionally shitty. “Are you done?”

He takes another step forward  – a single bold step, not once moving away from the barrel of the rifle. She could shoot him now and have him in cuffs before he could blink, but his family would certainly pull the trigger on whatever fucked up plan they have. It might be a better idea to get rid of them first. He’d be less dangerous without his cronies to come to his aid.

“God’s work is never done.”

Stevie rolls her eyes. “Sure, yeah. Whatever. Go preach at somebody who gives a shit. I have to – quote-unquote – take care of some of your people.”

“‘It is only by sacrifice and suffering, offered as penance, that you will be able, by the grace of God, to convert sinners’. Go. Show Hope County the truth.” He holds his hands behind his back and makes the slightest motion of his head.  

Stevie freezes, recognizing that he’s not signalling her, but someone else. Before she can react an Angel steps out from behind some brush and blows some a familiar powder into her face. She gasps, and in the surprise inhales the Bliss. It slams into her like a runaway freight train and her surroundings begin to double-up.

“Fuck – you,” she manages before collapsing. The last thing she sees is something like hope shining behind Joseph’s eyes.

“Hey. Hey! Wake the fuck up.”

Something cracks against her cheek. Once, twice, a bold third time. “Aren’t you supposed to, like, be the one getting us out of this fucking mess?” There’s a fourth crack and the stinging pain against her flesh jolts her out of unconsciousness. “Fucking finally.”

Crouched above her is a stranger and she blindly fumbles for her gun in case it’s a Peggie, but her fingers close around nothing but air. The rifle is resting in the grass out of her reach. The stranger notices and hands it over to her. “Don’t shoot me, alright? I get shot at enough out here and I’m fucking tired of it.”

He gets up and reaches out to help pull her to her feet. She’s unsteady and Joseph’s words are still echoing around her head. Groaning, she rubs at her forehead and says, “What happened?”

The stranger shrugs. “Does it look like I know? I just found you like this. You’re the Deputy, right?” She follows his gaze to the badge attached to her belt.

“Uh, yeah. Call me Stevie.” As her head clears, she looks him up and down and decides that he’s not much of a threat. He has a handgun holstered, but he’s scrawny and looks like she could snap him in two in a fight. “Who are you?”

“Sam. I’m not one of those religious freaks in case you’re wondering.”

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“Yeah, because I’m smart enough to keep to myself and not get involved in… Whatever the fuck this is,” he grumbles. “You alright?”

“Uh….” Stevie rakes her fingers through her hair, mussed up with leaves, grass, and dirt, and she still feels a little woozy from the Bliss. She picks out a leaf from her hair and lets it fall to the ground. “I’ve had better days. What time is it?” The sun is about to disappear underneath the horizon which means she was out cold for at least an hour.

“About seven-thirty.”

“Shit,” she hisses. This is about the time she should’ve been finishing up dealing with the outpost down the road, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow now. Besides, the world is still spinning a little.

Fuck the Bliss. Fuck Eden’s Gate, and fuck Joseph Seed. She can’t settle on a single reason why he would so boldly show up like that other than to fuck with her for his own amusement.

(But he seemed to so genuinely believe what he was saying. She doesn’t want to admit it out loud, let alone to herself, but it frightened her.)

“Look, no offence, but you look like shit. What happened to you out here?”

Stevie shoots him an icy look, but he seems completely unperturbed by it. “The Bliss,” she says, leaving out the bit about how Joseph Seed himself was involved. The people of Hope County don’t need to know that he caught her off-guard like that. Their belief in her ability to stop this mess is too strong to let seeds of doubt grow.

Sam barks out a laugh. “Yeah, that explains it. You kind of have that pale, sunken-eyed junkie look like the Angels.”

Her expression collapses. “You really don’t sugarcoat anything, do you?”

“I don’t see the point,” he says with a sardonic grin. He unholsters his handgun and nods further into the woods. “Since my getting out of this fucking place is entirely dependent on you being in one piece how about you lay down for a bit? I got a place just up that way. It’s a shitty cabin, but it’s something and it’s got a couch you can crash on. I know what it’s like to come down from a high.”

Stevie scrutinizes Sam a second time before wearily agreeing. She’s got nothing left. “Yeah. Fuck, I really need to lay down.” It feels like she’s been running on empty for days, going up and down Faith’s region to take it back from the Peggies. “Tell me you have liquor. I need a stiff drink.”

The grin on Sam’s face becomes a little more real and less plastered on. “You’re in luck. I do. It’s shitty and cheap, but it’s alcohol and it’ll probably help with that blistering headache I bet you got. Come on.”  

The relief Stevie feels is palpable and her muscles unwind from the tension she’s constantly wound up in. The outpost will still be there tomorrow and so will Joseph Seed, but she needs to rest if she wants a chance at doing any good.

Walking to Sam’s cabin drains her of the little reserve energy she still has and she all but collapses on the couch the minute she gets in. Sam, busy bitching about the Seed family and the cult, goes to pour the both of them a heavy-handed drink, but by the time he turns around Stevie is out like a light.

#writing* #verse | welcome to hope county #oc | stevie brewin #oc | sam wright #ch | joseph seed #i cant believe i finished writing something i thought it'd never happen again #i thoroughly enjoy this au thanks

[firesoulstuff]

Hi! I would like to prompt something: based off one of your CC prompts that I read with CC and their daughter Rory. Rory loves spending time with all her family even if they aren’t related by blood. Maybe the legends babysit or at a birthday party? I just wanna see more baby Rory.. also Stein is my fav so I’d love for him to be in it... a lot 😂 thanks! Love your work!!

Thanks for the prompt, I love writing the Legends with a baby!

Baby on Board

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12378978/chapters/30544128

She’s supposed to belooking for the newly named Legion, or for Rip, but instead of sitting at the captain’sdesk searching over all sorts of charts Sara is marching all up and down theWaverider looking for her baby.

She and Leonard were supposed to leave the shipwhen she was six months pregnant, maybe a little over if she would’ve had herway, but then New York 1942 and the time scatter happened and Rory ended upborn in 1779 Boston. By the time the team found them Rory was two months oldand Rip was missing. The team needed them; they couldn’t leave. Taking care ofa baby while also captaining a time ship hasn’t been the easiest thing in theworld, but Sara’s learning. She’s figured out how to keep Rory safe duringmissions, though she’s yet to figure out a way of keeping track of her whilston board the ship.

It’s going to be a nightmare once she startsmoving around on her own.

“Gideon,” she finally huffs, giving up on hermanual search. “You wouldn’t happen to know who has Rory right now, would you?”

“I believe that Miss Snart is currently underthe watch of Professor Stein, they are in his quarters.” The AI replies andSara is once again thankful that Gideon never uses her judging voice when sheasks where her five-month-old daughter is.

She’ll get better at keeping track of the babywhen she isn’t living with six other people prone to taking her.

“Thanks,” she calls absentmindedly, turningaround to head for Stein’s room.

It isn’t a far walk, and Sara doesn’t evenbother knocking. She just presses her hand to the scanner and can’t help butsmile at the sight that greets her.

“I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not likethem Sam I am.”

“Never pegged you for a Dr. Seuss fan,” shecomments and Stein takes his attention off the book enough to look up at herwith a smile, Rory as well and when she realizes who it is she’s looking atStein has to drop the book in order to keep her from throwing herself off hislap.

Sara can’t help but smirk at the sight, Rory isperfectly fine being alone with any of the Legends, but once she sees either ofher parents she wants them.

“Yes well, children are hardly fond of the worksof Ernest Hemingway and the like.” He replies as she comes over to collect Roryfrom him, placing a light kiss to the side of the baby’s head once she has her,earning a gummy smile from the little girl.

“It’s time for your nap little miss,” she saysin a just slightly higher pitched than normal voice, one she pretends not tonotice Martin smiling at. “Say goodnight to grandpa Stein.” She continues,waving her daughter’s limp little arm comically as Stein waves back. “Come on,”she says, back in her normal voice and turning to leave the room. “Let’s see ifyou’ll actually go down.”

Mick is not a kid person.

Well, Mick isn’t a people person in general, butkids especially are the worst with their sticky fingers, snotty noses, andscreaming cries. He’s never been fond of children, no thank you.

But, he thinks, as Snart’s kid focuses her bigblue eyes (got them from her mother, no doubt about it.) on his sandwich, thisone isn’t so bad.

She’s actually kind of cute. (Something else shedefinitely gets from her mom.)

“Sorry kid,” he says, “But you need teeth to eatthis.”

She doesn’t budge even an inch, just keepsstaring at him from her highchair until he’s through with his lunch.

“Alright, come ‘ere munchkin.” He rumbles,getting up from his stool then lifting her from her up, settling her againsthis chest.

He didn’t know what to think when he picked upBoss and Blondie and found out they had named their kid after him, hell hestill doesn’t know what to think about it. All he knows is she has her littlehand smacking lightly against his chin, her tiny fingers trying to get a gripbut not quite sure where to look.

He opens his mouth, just to see what she’ll do,and after another few seconds of searching she hooks a finger over his lip andgurgles happily.

“Ahh,” he hums and curling his upper lip overhis teeth he gently closes his mouth and after a second opens it again, thencloses, then opens again with another hum and this time Rory emits a tinygiggle of laughter.

He laughs too, a little, and repeats the processa few more times until Rory’s lost interest in it, and frankly so has he.

“Come on,” he says to her, “Let’s see if we canfind daddy.”

Normally Jax would’ve fought harder against Sarawhen she benched him from the latest mission after messing up his leg on thelast one, especially since he’s mostly healed up by now and it’s nothing a fewpain pills can’t solve. But, this particular mission is recon only, meaning it shouldn’trequire Firestorm. It’s also expected to be long, meaning a five-month-old babymight not last through the whole thing. He loves Rory, so when Sara told himbeing benched would also mean babysitting duty he became a little moreagreeable.

Until the team left, that is.

They haven’t been gone very long, but Rory’sstarting to get fussy and he’s realizing “Holycrap, they left me alone with a baby.”

It’s not like he can’t handle it; he knows hecan. He doesn’t have the most experience with babies, but he’s been living withthis one long enough to know how to check if she needs a new diaper and how tochange it when she does, which is the case right now. So he picks her up,murmuring nonsense words into her ear in an attempt to keep her calm as heheads to Sara and Leonard’s room.

“I know, I know you need a new diaper. Believeme, that ain’t a guess.” He snickers, the kid’s diaper reeks and it isn’t soonenough that he’s able to get her onto the changing table. “Ok…” He drawls out,suddenly realizing that while he has changed Rory’s diaper before he hasn’tdone it without Sara standing over him to make sure he’s doing it right. “Uh…alright Rory, bear with me here.” He mutters as he goes about changing her inwhat he thinks is the right way, though he does flip the diaper around threetimes before finally deciding he doesn’t have it on backwards, though he won’tbe surprised if he turns out to be wrong.

Yet Rory is still crying.

He picks her up hastily, but that only seems tomake it worse. Pacing around the bedroom with her screeching in his ear he’sstarting to panic, this is normally when Sara or Len takes her back from him.Except they aren’t here right now, he’s here alone. They left him alone with ababy.

He’s old enough to be left alone with a baby.

That’s the scary part of all this. Sure,logistically he knows that at twenty-one he is well past the age that mostadults would deem as acceptable to be trusted alone with an infant. There are ahandful of people from his high school who have kids of their own already, sohe is definitely old enough to babysit. But on the team he’s always been “thekid”. Even with Rory here, they still call him the kid, so it’s a littlesurreal to him that Sara and Len left him to watch their daughter for a wholeday without even considering he might not be able to handle it.

He’s been rocking Rory this whole time, and onlynow does he realize she’s stopped crying.

“Would you look at that,” he says in surprise ofboth himself and her, smoothing the hand that had previously been resting onher back over her thin layer of blonde hair. “Maybe we can survive today after all.”

“She really is sweet,” Amaya comments, smilingsoftly at the baby. The team is experiencing a rare instance of downtime, withno leads on either the Legion or Rip and no other aberrations demanding theirimmediate attention they’re taking some time to recharge.

Amaya and Sara have decided to spend this timein the former’s room, watching a cheesy romance movie that Amaya has discoveredshe loves and Sara will never admit she enjoys (she’ll say she likes to makefun of it, and some aspects she does, but for the most part she genuinely likesthe movie.). They’re stretched out on the bed, Sara’s head at the foot andAmaya’s where it belongs, with little Rory sprawled out on her stomach on topof her mother, sound asleep.

“Yeah,” Sara muses, glancing down at the babyusing her chest as a pillow. “Not really sure why she feels the need to sleepon top of me though.”

Amaya laughs at that, “She thinks you’recomfortable.”

“No kidding,” Sara scoffs with an amused smirkbefore she leans her head to the side so she can look around her daughter andat Amaya. “You know Gideon thought all the time travel might cause her to comeearly?” She asks but she doesn’t wait for an answer, instead just shakes herhead with an annoyed scowl. “Three days late.”

Amaya can’t help but chuckle at her deadpanstatement of frustration. “Something tells me I’m lucky I wasn’t on the shipwhile you were pregnant with her.”

Sara gives a very enthusiastic nod, “Just askMick, it was not a pretty sight.” She confirms and before either of them cansay another word a little sneeze interrupts them, making Amaya jump, Saraflinch, and them both laugh.

“Well good morning to you too,” Sara coos, hergaze now locked onto the face of her baby and Amaya can only imagine the littleone has woken herself up. “You better not be getting sick.” The blondecontinues in a baby voice, “Huh, I don’t know if this team is ready for a sickbaby.”

Amaya watches her friend as she holds herdaughter close to her chest, careful not to jostle the half asleep infant toomuch as she slowly sits herself up, talking to her the entire time. To theworld Sara Lance is a fierce warrior with a heart of stone, and she mostcertainly is. But when she’s with her daughter that stone heart turns to mush,and Amaya can’t help but wonder if one day she’ll be that good of a mother.

“Is it a bird?” Ray’s enthusiastic as ever voicequestions, “Is it a plane?” He continues on, like he doesn’t even notice Lensitting behind him in his flight seat, rolling his eyes. “It’s super Rory!” Hecheers and Nate zooms in from behind the doorway with Rory held in his handslike an airplane, giggling so much that Len can’t help but smile to himself,not matter how ridiculous the scene before him is.

“Nate,” Ray’s tone is suddenly scolding, andhe’s once again gone from resembling a puppy to a kicked puppy. “She’s asuperhero, why are you making airplane noises?”

Nate stops, adjusting his hold on Rory to bethat of a normal one. “I can’t make superhero noises.” The historian defendswith a shrug and judging by Ray’s face a debate is about to ensue.

“Thisought to be good,” Len thinks to himself.

“What do you mean you can’t make superheronoises?” The inventor demands, exasperated. “You’re actually a superhero!”

“What, you want me to imitate the sound of skinturning to metal?” Nate demands incredulously. “What doesn’t that even soundlike? I mean I hear it all the time but I can’t actually think of what-”

“No, just go like, you know ‘phew, phew’.” Rayinterrupts but Nate just gives him a deadpan look.

“Those are gun noises,” he insists, “And is thatreally what your energy blasts sound like to you?”

While the two nerds debate the textbook sound ofa superhero Leonard notices his daughter looking at him over Heywood’sshoulder, grunting and he can tell right away that she’s about to startfussing.

“If you two are done flying my daughter aroundlike a kite,” he interrupts their argument as he gets out of his seat, “I thinkit’s almost time for her dinner.” It’s not a total lie; she should eat soon.

“She’s not a kite, she’s a superhero.” Heywooddejectedly mutters as he transfers the baby to her father’s arms. Len can’thelp but smirk at his pouting, sometimes he wonders who’s really the baby onthis ship.

It’s the middle of what the Waverider crew hasdeemed as the night when Rory wakes up screaming, something that isn’t unusual.By now Leonard and Sara know that their daughter only wakes up like this forone of two reasons; either she’s bombed her diaper or she’s hungry. When thefirst possibility was negated Leonard went to the galley and retrieved a bottle.Now they’re curled up on their bunk, sitting side-by-side, backs against thewall as Rory happily slurps down her late night snack.

Leonard can’t help but smile with wonder at thesight before him, Sara pressed up against his side with their daughter held inher arms. The two of them sure have come a long way since Hunter first recruitedthem.

“Oh,” Sara laughs when Rory suddenly decides sheneeds a break and pulls her face away from the bottle with formula stilldribbling down her chin.

Handing the bottle to him Sara repositions Roryup to her shoulder to burp her.

“So Nate and Ray were using her as an airplaneearlier?” She asks with an amused smile, he had mentioned it after he left thebridge.

“It was as adorable as it was annoying.” Heconfirms with a smirk to match hers, he would never tell his two biggestheadaches that he actually finds the games they play with his daughterendearing, if only because it’s too much fun to mock them.

“She’s turning this whole team soft,” Saraobserves with a scoff and Len almost wants to comment on how that includes thetwo of them, and she’s completely right. But instead the tiny grunt of a snorecatches his attention and he finds himself chuckling at something completelydifferent. “She’s asleep on my shoulder, isn’t she?” Sara knowingly asks.

“Probably,” He replies, he can’t see Rory’s faceto tell if her eyes are closed or not, but that little noise pretty much speaksfor itself.

Sara knows she should get up and put Rory backin her crib, that she and Leonard should get some sleep because they willundoubtedly be woken at least once more before the night is out; if not by Rorythan by Nate’s aberration alarm. But instead she just snuggles deeper intoLen’s side and he allows his arms to fall around her. He drops a kiss to thetop of her head and she closes her eyes a second, reveling in his warmth.Raising a baby on board a time traveling spaceship is never easy, but if itweren’t for said spaceship she wouldn’t have Leonard or anyone else in theirstrange family.

So it’s worth it.

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